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

Hawkeye stood frozen in place, wanting to refute using some kind of gaming terminology.

For example, the "equipment disadvantage theory" or "version updates".

But when he heard the old sergeant say that this gun was his life, and looked at the faces of the soldiers around him, which were frozen red but had eyes as hard as iron, all the words stuck in his throat.

"Alright, stop spacing out." The old squad leader didn't continue lecturing.

He looked up at the sky, a trace of worry flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"The sun is about to set, and the gates of hell are about to open."

Hawkeye was puzzled. Hadn't the blizzard just stopped?

The next second, he understood what "the gates of hell" meant.

As the last rays of the setting sun were swallowed by the snow line, the light in the entire world was instantly stripped away.

The cold, which was barely bearable before, suddenly turned into a precipitous descent.

If the cold of the day is like being cut by a knife, then the cold of the night is like being pierced through the bone marrow.

The system notification in the lower left corner of my retina is flashing red light wildly.

[WARNING: The body temperature maintenance system is overloaded.]

[Warning: If the core body temperature drops below 32 degrees Celsius, the person will enter a state of "hypothermia hallucination."]

"Get moving! Set up camp! Leeward side!"

The old sergeant gave orders in a low growl, his voice freezing into white mist in the frigid air.

The group began moving behind a low-lying rock wall.

Just then, Little Tiger, who was walking in front, slipped.

"Be careful!"

A loud shout rang out.

It turned out to be Crazy Bro, who had been quietly following the team all along, once again entering the instance.

The moment Xiao Hu slipped and slid towards the crevasse, Kuang Ge rushed out and grabbed Xiao Hu's arm tightly.

The inertia carried the two of them down several meters, and Kuang Ge's chest slammed hard against a protruding ice rock, producing a dull thud that made one's teeth ache.

"Gotcha..." Madman winced in pain, his face pressed against the ice, but his smile was ferocious. "This time, I got him!"

His arm veins bulged as he forcefully dragged Xiaohu back to safety.

Xiao Hu was still in shock, looking at Kuang Ge's bleeding forehead.

"New recruit, you..."

"Shut up and stick with me."

Kuang Ge rudely interrupted Xiao Hu, got up, and patted the snow off his body.

His hands were still trembling, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Longtime fans in the live stream were moved to tears.

"Crazy Bro is awesome! A real man!"

"Waaaaah, I'm finally saved! That lunge was so cool!"

"Is this the same arrogant guy who only knows how to spew insults? He seems like a completely different person."

The team finally moved to the leeward slope.

There's no wind here, but the cold air is seeping up from the soles of your feet.

The so-called camping was nothing more than setting up a few tattered tarpaulins and cramming dozens of people into this small space.

"Stand close together! Back to back! Legs clamped together!"

The old squad leader began arranging "beds".

At this moment, Ruan Ruan was huddled in a corner, shivering. Her eyelashes were covered with ice beads, and she was completely frozen.

Upon hearing this instruction, she instinctively resisted.

"I don't want to..." Her soft voice trembled with tears as she looked at the NPCs around her, covered in grease and emitting a strange odor. "They're too dirty... I'm a germaphobe..."

She is a goddess with millions of fans. She always brings her own sheets when she goes out to stay in hotels. How could she possibly squeeze in with a group of "beggars" like sardines?

"Not crowded?" The old squad leader gave her a cold look. "Then go sleep outside."

Ruan Ruan looked out at the dark snowfield, where the wind howled like ghosts.

She shuddered, about to say something, when she felt a lightness in her body.

Hawkeye grabbed her and pulled her into the crowd.

"Shut up if you want to live." Hawkeye's face was ashen, his teeth chattering. "This game is no joke, your temperature bar is almost empty."

Hawkeye may be arrogant, but he's not stupid.

He could feel his mind becoming sluggish, a sign of impending hypothermia.

Even though he felt uncomfortable, Hawkeye gritted his teeth and squeezed in with the NPCs around him.

On the left is the old squad leader, and on the right is the little bean who fought him for the gun.

Strangely, when the body temperatures of dozens of people were combined, the chill that seemed capable of freezing the soul was actually blocked by a trace.

But this warmth didn't last long; a feeling more terrifying than the cold crept up my entire body.

hungry.

It wasn't the kind of hunger that makes your stomach growl twice, but rather the excruciating pain of your stomach walls rubbing against each other, stomach acid corroding the mucous membrane, and every cell screaming for energy.

Hawkeye felt as if he had swallowed a ball of fire in his stomach, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

"Gurgle..."

Throughout the camp, the rumbling of stomachs echoed everywhere.

"Let's eat," the old squad leader said in a deep voice.

Everyone's eyes lit up instantly, with a green light like that of a hungry wolf.

Ruan Ruan also looked up expectantly, even if it was just a black dumpling, she felt like she could eat a whole cow right now.

However, there were no black dumplings.

Little Bean set up the chipped cooking pot and threw in a handful of snow from the ground.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, the old squad leader unbuckled his belt.

It was a leather belt, worn out and covered in black stains.

The old sergeant drew his bayonet, cut the belt into finger-width pieces, and threw them into the pot.

"cook."

There is only one word.

Hawkeye's pupils dilated in shock. "This...this thing is edible?"

"This is cowhide, it's oily." Although the guy next to him also looked pale, he had obviously prepared himself mentally and explained in a hoarse voice, "Cook it a little longer, it'll be soft enough to swallow."

The water boiled, and a layer of murky foam floated on the dark surface.

A strange smell, a mixture of old sweat, tanned leather, and earthy odor, hit me right in the head.

"Ugh—" Ruan Ruan gagged, tears and snot streaming down her face. "I won't eat this! How can I eat this! It's a belt!"

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

"Holy crap... they're really boiling belts?"

"Is this designer a psychopath? I can practically picture the smell just by looking at the screen!"

"Is this the kind of plot a carbon-based life form could come up with?"

The old squad leader ignored Ruan Ruan's protest.

He stirred it with a twig, scooped up a piece of leather belt that was half-cooked and not quite hard, and without blowing on it, stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"Crunch, crunch."

The old squad leader chewed very hard, his cheeks bulging and the veins on his neck standing out.

Then he stiffened his neck and swallowed it down.

He then ladled out a bowl of black water and handed it to Hawkeye, who was standing next to him.

"I drank it."

Eagle Eye stared at the bowl of black water with unidentified flocculent matter floating in it, and his stomach churned.

In real life, he is the team's ace, eats top-notch meals prepared by a nutritionist, and even drinks Tomato brand water.

Why should he drink water that's been boiled with stinky leather belts?

"I'm not hungry..." Hawkeye was about to refuse.

[System notification: Your current hunger level has reached the red line. If you do not eat, your maximum health will be deducted, and the "Organ Failure" debuff will be triggered.]

The excruciating pain in his abdomen caused Hawkeye to arch his back like a shrimp.

That was his body rebelling, forcing him to compromise.

Hawkeye took the broken bowl with trembling hands.

He looked at his reflection in the bowl; his face was filthy and completely lacked its usual handsomeness.

"For the sake of clearing the game...for the sake of data..."

Hawkeye silently recited the command in his mind, closed his eyes, and took a big gulp.

Bitter, astringent, fishy, ​​and foul-smelling.

The taste was like a biological bomb exploding in my mouth.

Hawkeye almost spat it out on the spot, but he covered his mouth tightly, forced his Adam's apple to move, and swallowed it down.

The scalding black water flowed down the esophagus into the stomach.

Although it tasted so bad I wanted to die, for a moment, the spasms in my stomach actually eased a little.

That was warmth, that was hope for survival.

Hawkeye put down the bowl, gasped for breath, and a single tear welled up from the corner of his eye.

He turned his head and saw Ruan Ruan crying while being forced to drink soup by Kuang Ge.

The little bean was holding a small piece of leather belt, licking the grease off it as if it were some rare delicacy.

What the hell is this?

They are livestreamers, and they have persevered to this point because of the need for viewership and popularity.

How on earth could these people, eating this kind of stuff, still manage to climb that damned snow mountain?!