It was supposed to be a casual game, but the Long March dungeon brought tears to everyone's eye

In the mud and water, Eagle Eyes stared wide-eyed.

The murky black water stung his eyes, but he dared not close them.

As a former professional player, he was used to finding cover when he heard the sound of an airplane in shooting games, then setting up his gun, anticipating the attack, and firing.

That's "fair play".

You have airplanes, I have Stinger missiles; you have tanks, I have anti-tank mines.

But at that moment, amidst that despairing roar, Hawkeye felt a sense of powerlessness from the depths of his soul for the first time.

He was holding a wooden stick in his hand.

What he carried at his waist was an old barrel with a bolt that was almost rusted to death.

What flies in the sky are creations representing the pinnacle of industrial civilization of that era—all-metal skin, high-horsepower engines, and killing machines equipped with aircraft machine guns and even bombs.

What kind of battle is this?

Trying to poke steel with a piece of wood?

Using flesh and blood to withstand the rigors of an industrial assembly line?

An unprecedented sense of desolation seeped into Eagle Eye's very bones, flowing down with the cold, muddy water.

This isn't a difference in game difficulty; it's a generational gap, a crushing defeat between two worlds.

"Buzz..."

The sound gradually faded into the distance.

The reconnaissance plane seemed unaware that a convoy was lurking beneath the seemingly calm swamp.

Or perhaps it saw it, but couldn't be bothered to pay attention.

In the eyes of those high-ranking pilots, these people rolling around in the mud were no different from insects.

There's no need to waste an expensive bomb; this man-eating meadow alone is enough to devour them.

Until the engine sound completely disappeared into the wind and rain.

"Splash!"

Not far away, a mud figure poked its head out of a puddle.

He's the old squad leader.

His face was covered in black mud, only his eyes were frighteningly bright.

The old squad leader glanced around the sky warily, and only after confirming it was safe did he let out a low, hoarse shout.

"Get up, all of you, quickly!"

"Whoosh—hah—!!"

Kuang Ge suddenly pushed his upper body up from the mud, opened his mouth wide, and greedily inhaled the cold air.

For a moment just now, he really thought he was going to suffocate in the mud.

Ruan Ruan beneath her also began to cough violently, spitting out mud and sand from her mouth as she coughed.

She was trembling all over, not from the cold, but from the fear of having just hovered on the edge of death.

"Are you alright?" Kuang Ge wiped his face haphazardly, his voice hoarse.

Ruan Ruan shook her head. Her first reaction wasn't to wipe her face, but to frantically reach into her clothes.

She only breathed a sigh of relief when she found the hard, oilcloth-covered bag was still there, and collapsed onto the muddy ground.

Hawkeye got up too.

He looked at the almost invisible black dot on the horizon and suddenly asked a question.

"Squad leader, are those enemy planes?"

The old squad leader was cleaning the dirt out of Xiaodouzi's ears when he heard this. He looked up at the horizon, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Yes, sir." The old squad leader spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with mud and sand. "Iron Bird."

"Why not shoot it down?" Hawkeye asked instinctively, voicing a player's thought process. "If there were a few light machine guns at that height..."

Hawkeye shut up before he could finish speaking.

Light machine gun?

Look around.

Xiao Hu was holding a large knife.

Little Bean carried a Hanyang rifle that was taller than him; the stock of the rifle was cracked.

The heaviest source of firepower in the class, besides the pot that Crazy Brother carried on his back, was probably the grenade that the old squad leader always kept on his waist.

"Fight?" The old squad leader glanced at Hawkeye, who had finally realized what was happening, and said with a self-deprecating laugh, "What are we going to use? Our lives?"

"In the past, there were some hotheads who wanted to fight, but they were riddled with machine gun bullets as soon as they stood up."

The old squad leader lowered his head and wrung out the muddy water from his cuffs.

"Remember this: on this grassland, we are the field mice, and those are the eagles."

"When a mouse sees an eagle, it has to hide."

"If you want to live, bow your head to the dust."

Hawkeye was stunned by what he heard, and the live stream chat was completely silent.

"Keep your head down in the dust..."

"This is so frustrating! I've never felt this frustrated playing a game before! I'd fight even with a crappy gun!"

"What are you competing for? Can you even compete? They're drinking coffee and enjoying the view from heaven, while you're struggling to make ends meet, even drinking your own piss in the mud!"

"Is this the parallel world history of that old scoundrel Luo? Our Dragon Kingdom has never experienced a war with such a disparity..."

Even in the local wars of national defense that Qin Zhenguo and his comrades experienced, they managed to keep the enemy firmly at the border.

Although equally tragic, it wasn't nearly as suffocating.

As the protagonist of "Red Expedition", the Red Legion has to move forward under such conditions, even representing the future of Earth's Dragon Kingdom, which is hard for Blue Star players to imagine.

"Get up! Don't just stand there!"

The old squad leader didn't give everyone much time to be sentimental.

I was completely soaked from lying down like that.

The little bit of heat that had been managed to dry with body heat dissipated completely.

At this moment, a gust of wind blows, and the soaked clothes feel like layers of sheet metal stuck to the body, taking away the last bit of body heat.

If they don't move, people will soon suffer from hypothermia.

"Let's go!" The old squad leader picked up the stick from the ground, without even glancing back at the horizon. "Let it fly its own way, we'll go our own way."

"It has wings, we have legs."

"I refuse to believe that this iron bird can stay suspended in the sky forever!"

"It needs refueling and to land."

"Our legs don't need any extra effort!"

The old squad leader's words were rough, but they were a powerful source of encouragement in this quagmire of despair.

Yes.

You have airplanes and cannons.

I have two legs and one breath.

As long as I don't die, I will keep walking.

From the military songs that the veteran sergeant and his comrades knew, Blue Star players realized that the Crimson Legion was an army with an extraordinary will.

Even some Blue Star players have ideals in their eyes—but who doesn't like ideals?

In particular, such an ideal army, as the protagonist of "Red Expedition", is bound to shine brightly in the future!

The three men, including Kuang Ge, exchanged glances and surprisingly felt a sense of anticipation for the future of their old squad leader and his team.

"Walk!"

Kuang Ge gritted his teeth, hoisted the huge black pot that seemed to weigh dozens of kilograms more, and the team began to move again.

But they hadn't walked far when the already gloomy grass began to be swallowed by darkness.

The temperature is dropping at an alarming rate.

Ruan Ruan, walking in the middle of the group, kept her head down and mechanically took steps.

Her face was completely bloodless, as pale as a sheet of paper.

As the player with the weakest physique among the three, Ruanruan's body was already frail, and the previous mud and water ordeal only exacerbated the situation...

"Ruan Ruan, are you still okay?"

Kuang Ge slowed down and leaned over to ask a question.

Ruan Ruan didn't answer, and didn't even raise her head.

Her gaze was already somewhat unfocused, but she was staring intently at the old squad leader's heels, like a puppet being led by those straw sandals.

"Thump."

There were no signs whatsoever.

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to her knees in the mud.