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

Soon, the old squad leader caught a second one, then a third...

Although they are all small, only about the length of a finger.

But on this grass at this moment, this is fate! This is gold!

The old squad leader finally showed the most relaxed smile he had seen on his sallow face.

At that moment, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to bloom.

"Quick! Pot! Boil water!"

The old squad leader ran back carrying the few small fish that were still jumping around.

The cooking pot was placed on a cow dung fire, and the water quickly boiled.

There was no oil, no salt, and not even ginger slices to remove the fishy smell.

Just throw in a few cleaned and gutted small fish, and sprinkle in some wild vegetables.

Glug, glug, white steam rose up.

That faint fishy smell, mixed with the bitterness of wild vegetables, became the most domineering aroma in the world to the noses of hungry people.

Little Tiger kept swallowing, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Crazy Brother even heard his stomach roar in protest.

"Okay—"

The old squad leader used the only wooden spoon to stir the pot.

He first served Xiaodouzi a bowl, and at the bottom of the bowl was the biggest fish.

"Eat, you're still growing."

They served Xiaohu another bowl, along with the other soldiers.

Next up are Softie, Hawkeye, Madman...

They took turns using the few chipped and broken bowls they had picked up, the steam making their eyes sting.

When Kuang Ge looked down, he saw that there was also half a small fish in his bowl.

The fish meat had been cooked until it fell apart, turning completely white.

The large black pot was already empty.

Only a little murky soup remained, and there weren't even a few wild vegetable leaves left.

The old squad leader picked up the pot, tilted his head back, and poured the last bit of broth into his mouth.

It even stuck out its tongue and licked the edge of the pot clean.

"belch--"

The old squad leader put down the pot, patted his belly, wiped the soup stains from the corner of his mouth, and grinned so wide his eyes disappeared.

"Oh my, this thing may not be big, but it's packed with oil."

He spoke as if he had also eaten fish.

As the old squad leader spoke, he urged the three men who were staring blankly at their bowls.

"What are you all standing there for? Eat it while it's hot!"

"After drinking the soup, my legs will feel warm, and I'll have the energy to travel tomorrow!"

The old squad leader's acting skills are excellent.

If it weren't for Hawkeye's abnormal observational skills, if it weren't for Crazy Brother staring at his slightly trembling hand, if it weren't for Soft Soft seeing the difficult twitching in his throat when he swallowed...

They might actually believe it.

The people in the live stream didn't believe a single word.

"He's lying! That was all the fish we caught, and they're all in your bowls!"

"I counted! There were five in total! Little Bean got one, Little Tiger got one, the other three soldiers got one and a half, and you three each got half! Where's the fish in the pot?!"

"He didn't eat anything! He was chewing that wild vegetable root! I saw it!"

Kuang Ge held the broken bowl in his hand, unable to eat for a long time.

He looked up at Hawkeye.

Hawkeye was staring intently at the fish soup in the bowl, his jawline taut.

He then looked at Ruan Ruan.

Soft tears were already welling up in her eyes, and she was about to open her mouth to speak.

"Class monitor, I don't..."

"cough!"

Kuang Ge suddenly coughed loudly, interrupting Ruan Ruan.

He kicked Ruanruan hard with his toe, his eyes sweeping over her sharply.

That instantaneous exchange of glances was as fast as lightning.

Expose him?

Tell Xiaodouzi and Xiaohu in front of everyone that the class monitor is lying and that the class monitor didn't eat a single bite.

and then?

How could this veteran sergeant, who was supposed to give all his love and dignity to the new recruits, be embarrassed in front of everyone?

That would be too cruel...

But since you insist on acting, Sergeant, we'll play along!

Suddenly, Kuang Ge slammed the bowl on the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Holy crap!"

Kuang Ge roared, frowning with disgust, and stirred the precious fish soup in the bowl with a broken wooden chopstick.

"What is this stuff? It's so fishy! It doesn't even taste salty. If I take a bite, I'll throw up all the grass roots I ate yesterday!"

The old squad leader's smile froze. "You madman, you..."

"I don't like eating meat!" Crazy Brother shouted confidently.

"I've always been a strange person; I only drink the soup when I eat fish, and I'm allergic to meat!"

"You can handle the meat yourself!"

Without saying another word, he poured all the fish and broth from the bowl back into the big black pot.

He left only a little bit of soup base and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ah! That's refreshing! This soup really helps with digestion!"

Kuang Ge wiped his mouth and held up the empty bowl.

Beside him, Hawkeye's voice also carried a distinctly critical tone.

"Class monitor, me too."

Hawkeye held the bowl, his brow furrowed, as if the bowl contained poison rather than life-saving food.

"This fish wasn't fried before being boiled, so it has a strong earthy taste and lots of bones that get stuck in my throat. I don't like it."

With a splash, Hawkeye poured the fish from his bowl back into the pot.

"I'll just have a couple of sips of hot soup to warm my stomach."

The pressure is now on Ruan Ruan's side.

Ruan Ruan sniffed, forcibly holding back her tears.

She looked up and gave a rather spoiled smile.

"Squad leader! Look at my face, it's swollen like a steamed bun!" Ruan Ruan pointed to her swollen, translucent cheeks.

"I've had acid reflux for the past few days, and I can't stand the smell of any meat or fish; it makes me want to vomit!"

"I really can't eat this fish. What if it makes my intestines slippery and I can't walk? That would really be a burden to everyone!"

Splash!

The third bowl of fish was also poured back into the pot.

In an instant, the large black pot that had been empty became "rich" again.

The old squad leader stared blankly at the pile of white fish meat in the pot.

He then looked at the three new recruits who, though usually obedient, were unusually "pretentious" today.

His lips trembled, and in his cloudy eyes, an emotion called "anger" was churning.

But more than anything, it was a sense of panic and helplessness.

"You...you bunch of idiots!"

The old squad leader got anxious and wanted to yell, but because he was quite weak and short of breath, his voice cracked.

"This is food! It's life-saving! Being picky... what kind of time is this? Can't get used to it? Allergic? This is terrible!"

"Eat it right now! That's an order!"

The old squad leader picked up the pot, intending to pour it back.

But Crazy Brother didn't give the old squad leader that chance.

He actually stepped forward and directly grabbed the old squad leader's hand.

"Squad leader!" Crazy Brother roared, "You said it yourself, this is an order!"

"We're full, really full!"

"Look! My belly is all bulging!"

Crazy Brother forcefully puffed out his belly, which was full of grassy smell, and the sound of him patting it was hollow and full of gas.

"Since it's food, we absolutely must not waste it!"

"Didn't you always teach us to clean up the battlefield?"

"Now, the remaining 'enemies' in the pot are yours!"

"The whole class is counting on you to lead the way!"

"If you fall ill, who will take care of these kids?"