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

The words "mass grave" instantly froze all the excitement in the live stream.

In the perception of the Blue Star Dragon Kingdom, Japan is merely a historical projection of the Cherry Blossom Kingdom.

Although the Sakura Kingdom once attempted to invade the Dragon Kingdom and committed various atrocities against other countries.

But for players from China, that is ultimately "the history of another country" separated by a sea.

But now, they seem to be realizing something: what if Old Master Qin and his team hadn't guarded the nation's borders...

"Damn it..." Crazy Brother was inexplicably angry and empathetic.

That anger wasn't because of the game's plot, but because of a strange empathy that surged from the depths of my blood.

The viewers in the live stream also realized that the nickname "Japanese devils" didn't seem to be used for nothing!

"I'm disgusted. Are they throwing living people away like garbage?"

"I've seen historical records of Japan's aggression against other countries, and they really are capable of doing it! This old scoundrel Luo's character is so damn realistic, it's terrifyingly realistic."

The wind on the grass seemed even colder.

Ruan Ruan huddled behind Kuang Ge, her body still trembling slightly.

The imagery of a "mass grave" is incredibly impactful for a girl living in peacetime.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg for the Japanese devils.

The veteran sergeant seemed to sense the fear and oppressive atmosphere permeating the ranks.

Fear is a major enemy of morale.

Once you lose your spirit in this meadow, you really can't get out.

"Alright!"

The old squad leader suddenly raised his voice, and the sorrow on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by his usual disdainful expression.

He even spat on the puddle of mud on the ground, as if to make it look real.

"Pah! That's old bad luck, why bring it up? It just ruins the appetite!"

The old squad leader waved his good hand, as if to shoo away the flies around him, or as if to drive away the nightmares that haunted Old Li's soul.

"Get your act together, all of you!"

"Old Li was just unlucky; he didn't live to see a good time."

"We may be suffering now, but we have guns; we are a regular army!"

The old squad leader turned around and poked the mud on the ground with his stick.

"Let's find a dry spot tonight and get a good night's sleep. We'll dream about all sorts of things!"

Madman and Hawkeye exchanged a glance, both seeing the suppressed fire in each other's eyes.

The more they respected their old squad leader, the angrier they became when they heard about the Japanese devils.

In modern parlance, it means he's got a stronger fist!

However, the old squad leader deliberately changed the subject, so they didn't ask any more questions.

Although they actually wanted to ask more questions.

I'd like to ask how many of these cannibalistic acts actually occurred in that era.

……

Meanwhile, in the real world.

The city lights outside the window are flashing, a stark contrast to the grassy, ​​muddy fields in the game—it's like two different worlds.

After this emotional outburst, Luo An finally accumulated enough emotional points.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have reached the required amount of emotional points!]

[System is upgrading... LV1 -> LV2]

[Upgrade complete! Current version: Civilization's Legacy - Military-grade Physics Engine]

[Unlocked: Basic Firearms Arsenal, Enemy AI Module, Limb Dismantling and Ballistic Penetration System, Advanced NPC Intelligent Dialogue Module]

Luo An's eyes lit up; finally, they could develop a new dungeon!

The next morning.

Xuan Niao, dressed casually, knocked on the door of Luo An's studio once again.

"Mr. Luo, I won't beat around the bush."

Xuan Niao sat on the sofa, his expression serious.

"The special training in the snow-capped mountains and grasslands these past few days has been very effective."

"But... that's not enough."

Luo An quickly learned the situation and found out that it was the VR anti-addiction system's fault.

When making games, Luo An considers the 6-hour time limit when setting various storylines.

But for the military, such "restrictions" are indeed "restrictions".

"Yes, that's right. This kind of intermittent experience, while it can strengthen willpower, still can't fully simulate the state of being pushed to one's physical limits and still having to perform high-intensity tactical maneuvers." Xuan Niao said with some helplessness, "We need a high-intensity training module that can be run 24 hours a day without interruption."

Luo An was taken aback when he heard this. He had originally planned to release the "Lazikou" chapter first.

However, the prequel "Luding Bridge" is clearly more suitable for the need for 24-hour high-intensity training.

After all, the "seizure of Luding Bridge" was a miracle achieved by our army, which marched 240 li a day and ran on foot!

……

The meadow, nightfall, no rain.

The team set up camp on a relatively dry earthen slope.

The wind was still blowing, but the damp chill of the rain had disappeared, which was like a five-star hotel experience for the soldiers on the grassland.

That bit of horse meat had long since been digested.

Hunger surged like a tide, washing over the stomach lining in waves, making one feel anxious and short of breath.

Little Tiger and Little Bean sat by the fire, mechanically chewing on a few clean grass roots.

The grass roots were bitter and astringent; chewing them made my cheeks ache, and I couldn't swallow more than a few mouthfuls of juice.

"Class monitor..." Little Bean swallowed hard, looking at the old class monitor expectantly, "Could you tell me more about braised pork? Or something else..."

"I want to hear about meat, the fattier the better," Xiao Hu chimed in.

The old squad leader's description was so vivid.

Perhaps if you listen to it for a while, the bitterness of the grass roots in your mouth won't be so bad!

The old squad leader paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the equally pale-faced Ruan Ruan, Kuang Ge, and Ying Yan beside him.

He suddenly smiled and threw away the grass roots in his hand.

"What's the point of just listening to me talk? It's not like there's no one else in our class."

The old squad leader pointed at Crazy Brother and his group.

"Come on, let's have a 'dinner party' tonight."

"Everyone talks about the best food from their hometown, and before you know it, you're eating!"

"This is called looking... looking at what again?"

The old squad leader was at a loss for words for a moment and scratched his head.

Ruan Ruan couldn't help but chuckle and continued.

That's called—quenching thirst by looking at plums!

The fire crackled, illuminating several dirty but expectant faces.

"Me first! Me first!"

Little Bean was the most enthusiastic, and he insisted on swallowing the tasteless grass root in his hand.

"I want to eat... brown sugar glutinous rice cakes!"

Little Bean gestured while drooling.

"If it were freshly pounded glutinous rice, warm and soft enough to stick to your teeth! And then you rolled it in that brown sugar syrup..."

"You need to dip it in lots and lots of brown sugar! Take a bite, and the sugar syrup will stretch into threads, it's so sweet it'll get to your throat!"

The old squad leader listened with amusement and commented with a smile.

"You silly boy, that's something little girls like to eat."

"But...it is indeed sweet, and it's filling!"

"Me?!" Little Tiger retorted, not to be outdone. "I want to eat mutton stew with bread!"

"A huge bowl! The rim of the bowl should be as big as a washbasin!" Little Tiger gestured with his arms outstretched. "The steamed bun should be broken into small pieces, about the size of soybeans."

"The meat should be tender, the broth plentiful, and most importantly, there should be plenty of chili!"

"Slurping down a bowl of soup, sweating profusely—that's true comfort!"

Several soldiers around him swallowed hard, as if the aroma of the mutton soup had already wafted into their noses.

Kuang Ge sat beside him, listening to this simple wish, his heart aching with emotion, while his stomach began to rumble.

He couldn't resist any longer and shouted, "I want fried chicken!"