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

This call brought the three of them, who were frozen in place, back to reality.

Crazy Brother rushed over, stumbling and staggering as he ran.

Without the burden and the mud, he felt as light as a feather, yet his heart felt empty and anxious.

Ruan Ruan, holding up her skirt, ran over crying.

Hawkeye pursed his lips and quickly followed.

The three rushed to the stream, but dared not get too close.

It was as if they were afraid that if they touched him, the perfectly intact old sergeant in front of them would burst like a soap bubble.

"Class monitor...your hand..."

Ruan Ruan stared at the old squad leader's right arm, bursting into tears.

The old squad leader glanced down at his right arm, flexed his wrist, and smiled nonchalantly.

"Oh, this? It works well here, but it's hard to say outside of here."

"After all, that was reserved for the Dadu River; we can't renege on our debt."

The three men, including Kuang Ge, were taken aback by what he said, feeling that there was more to it than met the eye.

in case……

If they could rewrite the story of the old squad leader's severed arm at the Dadu River...

Does this mean that in the future Lazikou instance, the old squad leader won't lose his arm?

The old squad leader had already bent down and picked up the enamel mug that was on the stone.

The jar, which was originally covered in black spots from chipped porcelain, now looks brand new and shiny.

He scooped a full vat of water from the stream; the water rippled and was so clear that the pebbles at the bottom could be seen.

"Take a sip." The old squad leader handed the mug to Kuang Ge. "Try the taste."

As for washing their faces, that's something they've completely forgotten about.

Kuang Ge accepted the gift with trembling hands; he had never trembled like this before, even when receiving hundreds of thousands in tips.

He looked at the tank of water.

What did they drink along the way?

It was rainwater, muddy water, and oily soup from boiling leather belts.

Such clear water is truly a treasure.

Crazy Brother closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and gulped down a large mouthful.

cold.

It's refreshingly cool.

The sweet, cold liquid flowed down Kuang Ge's throat and into his stomach, as if to wash away all the hunger and fear that had accumulated there for six days and six nights.

"Is it sweet?" the old squad leader asked.

Kuang Ge put down the jar, wiped his mouth haphazardly, and nodded heavily.

"Sweet! It's fucking sweet!"

Ruan Ruan also came over and took a sip, her tears falling directly into the jar.

"It should be sweet." The old squad leader took the jar and took a sip himself.

"Once you leave the grasslands, the water will only get sweeter and sweeter."

The old squad leader put down the jar and glanced at the three men's smart modern outfits.

He reached out and pinched the fabric of Kuang Ge's hoodie, then looked at the delicate lace on Ruan Ruan's skirt.

"This material is great... soft and doesn't prick the skin," the old squad leader exclaimed. "It's much better than our coarse cloth."

"It seems that in the future, our children will not only have braised pork to eat, but also nice clothes to wear."

In the live stream, millions of viewers watched this scene, their hearts breaking with emotion.

"Old squad leader, this uniform costs tens of thousands of yuan..."

"But in your eyes, it's just a 'non-irritating' food."

The old squad leader withdrew his hand and sat up straight.

The kind, elder-like aura from before had subsided slightly, replaced by a soldier-like presence that made one instinctively want to stand at attention.

He stared at Crazy Brother, then at Hawkeye, and finally his gaze fell on Ruan Ruan.

Suddenly, he asked a question.

A problem that caught everyone off guard.

"Kids." The old squad leader's voice deepened, as if he were tapping something.

"Back in your time... life was good. You ate meat every day, wore silk, and rode in iron carriages..."

"So... your bones haven't softened, have they?"

The air suddenly went quiet, and the chat in the live stream stopped instantly.

Is the bone soft or not?

How would most players on Earth answer this question?

They admire pleasure, capital, and individual heroism.

They'll post on social media seeking comfort even if they just have a small cut on their hand, and they'll want to give up at the slightest difficulty.

Without this game, without this six-day, six-night hellish march...

Most Earth players would probably answer, "So what if it's soft? As long as it's comfortable."

But now, Crazy Brother lowered his head and looked at his knees.

Although his knees were perfectly fine in reality, the excruciating pain of crawling on his knees on the snow-capped mountains and the aching pain of tearing his muscles with every pull of his leg in the grass seemed to have been etched into his soul.

He looked at his hands again.

Those hands seemed to still retain the strength they had when they grabbed their comrade, and the warmth of those seven matches.

Kuang Ge raised his head and met the old squad leader's gaze without flinching or showing his usual carefree, frivolous smile.

"Squad leader," Crazy Bro said with a hint of self-deprecation, "I used to... I might have been a bit soft."

"Loves to complain, hates being tired, and thinks that if the sky falls, there will be tall people to hold it up."

"But having come all this way with you..."

Kuang Ge took a deep breath and placed his hand on his chest.

There, through the hoodie, it felt as if the half of the belt left by Old Li was still pressed against it.

"It's hard."

"The bones are filled with snow from the mountains and mud from the grasslands."

"No matter what difficulties you encounter in the future, just think of this grassland, think of those brothers who fell on the road..."

Kuang Ge gritted his teeth, his eyes red-rimmed, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"This bone just won't soften!"

Hawkeye stood silently beside him, straightening his back.

He didn't say anything, he just stood even straighter at attention.

Ruan Ruan wiped away her tears, and the delicate fragility in her eyes vanished completely.

The old squad leader looked at them for a long, long time.

Suddenly, he smiled.

"good!"

"good!"

"good!"

The old squad leader stood up, not with the look of an elder looking at "fools," but with the look of someone looking at a comrade-in-arms, solemnly gazing at the three young people from the future before him.

"I knew it! As long as that fire burns, the blood of our Dragon Kingdom will never break!"

As the old squad leader spoke, he reached into his pocket and pulled out three small items.

It was woven from grass roots, and the weaving was very rough, even a bit crooked.

But you can still tell that it is the shape of a five-pointed star.

A red ribbon is tied in the center of the five-pointed star.

Red, a dazzling red.

The old squad leader stepped forward and solemnly placed the three straw-woven five-pointed stars into the palms of Crazy Brother, Eagle Eye, and Soft Soft.

"Take it."

The old squad leader's hands were so hot that they made Crazy Brother's palms tremble.

"I don't have anything good to give you."

"These grass roots were brought from the grassland."

"This red cloth is the soul of our team."

"Take it with you, and remember the way."

[Congratulations to players Kuangge, Yingyan, and Ruanruan for obtaining the special identity binding: Old Squad Leader's Soldier.]

[Identity Effect:]

[1. Willpower Inheritance: In all subsequent historical instances involving the "Crimson Legion," when you are in dire straits, your willpower collapse threshold will be permanently increased by 30%.]

[2. Special Bond: You don't need a name. Because in the memories of this steel team, you already have a place. No matter where you are.]

No matter where!