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

On the riverbank, the soft grass and the dense fences returned to their place.

Kuang Ge looked at Ruan Ruan, who had become filthy, and then at Li Luoluo, who, although still acting like a rich woman, had obviously become much more docile. He raised an eyebrow.

"What happened?" Crazy Brother slung his gun over his shoulder. "Weren't you supposed to be doing 'diplomacy' in the village? Why does it look like you got into a fight in the mud?"

"There was no fighting." Ruan Ruan took a deep breath and turned her gaze away from the direction of the dilapidated village.

She looked at Kuang Ge, then at Zhao, the sharpshooter who was still sitting by the river like a wooden stake.

"Crazy Bro, Hawkeye, and Knight," Ruan Ruan said seriously, "the intelligence is wrong."

The expressions on their faces instantly turned serious.

The blue knight stepped forward, his brow furrowed.

"Something's not right? Could it be that the bunker's firepower has been updated, making it even more powerful than we previously estimated?"

"It's not a problem of firepower, it's a problem of people."

Ruan Ruan pointed to the desolate village and quickly recounted her experience in the thatched hut.

From the door that wouldn't budge no matter how hard you knocked, to the extremely wary eye peeking through the crack in the door, and finally to the old woman kneeling on the ground in fear, begging for "money to buy her life."

"She doesn't believe us." Ruan Ruan stared into everyone's eyes. "Even if we're wearing this skin, wearing this star."

"But in the eyes of those villagers, anyone carrying a gun was there to take their life."

"They are not afraid of who we are, they are afraid of—our soldiers."

As soon as he finished speaking, all that could be heard was the thunderous roar of the Dadu River.

Eagle Eye, leaning against a large blue stone, was lightly tapping his gun when his finger suddenly stopped.

"So that's how it is..." Hawkeye suddenly chuckled, a self-deprecating laugh tinged with realization. "We overcomplicated things."

"What do you mean?" Zhou Yi Bu Gan Fan scratched his head. "Hawkeye, stop playing games, it's giving me a headache."

Hawkeye straightened up and walked behind Zhao, who was still unresponsive.

"The knight had been calculating data, trying to figure out how to use tactics to awaken this NPC."

"We're also thinking about whether we should find him a gun mount or an observer."

"Or, to reshape the 'military spirit' of our thousand-player squad—but as you all know, that's impossible and unrealistic."

Money can only barely control a player's body, but it can't control their mind, let alone make a thousand players' souls linger.

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in unison and looked at the thousand players.

Although the thousand-player group was temporarily intimidated by Li Luoluo's "money power," they did not dare to run around.

But their standing postures were all sorts of strange and unusual.

Some squatted on the ground drawing circles, some huddled together laughing and gesturing with their guns, and some were pushing and shoving each other to get a good spot, cursing under their breath.

Even though they were wearing gray military uniforms, their laid-back "fourth calamity" vibe could be smelled from two miles away.

"Do they look like soldiers?" Hawkeye asked.

No one spoke.

It's like a fart.

It's like a group of thugs in theatrical costumes, heading to the market.

At this moment, Ba Ba Da Shun, who had been silent all along, suddenly took a step forward.

This retired amateur boxer is usually a very easygoing person.

But ever since I started playing this game, I've become rather silent.

"I think Hawkeye is right."

Ba Ba Da Shun said in a low voice, remembering the small half-bag of rice.

"When I first entered this book, I met an old man who said something similar to me."

Ba Ba Da Shun lowered his head and thought back, his eyes somewhat glazed over.

He said that the soldiers who came before either looted grain or conscripted men.

"Only we... well, the Red Legion, enter the village without disturbing the people, and even write on the wall that we want to help the poor turn their lives around."

"That old man said—whoever treats me like a human being, I hope they win."

Ba Ba Da Shun raised his head, his eyes slightly red, only then realizing what had happened.

"Brothers, this dungeon actually has the answer written all over its face."

"We don't actually need to be as awesome as the Red Legion, possessing some kind of 'military spirit.' That level is too high. Even if a few of us can learn it, a thousand-player squad can't."

"But at the very least..." Ba Ba Da Shun pointed in the direction Ruan Ruan had just pointed, "we can't be bandits."

"We need to be disciplined!"

The Blue Knight was taken aback, as if he had returned to the time when he first met Ba Ba Da Shun.

He thought at the time that Ba Ba Da Shun was a rather reckless man.

As a result, he was meticulous and perceptive, and was able to pinpoint the core answer to his question.

Yes, discipline—they're overcomplicating things when they want to wake up the sharpshooter Zhao.

First, follow orders in all actions.

Second, we will not take a single needle or thread from the people.

Perhaps it's not as complicated as they think!

"Got it." Kuang Ge's eyes lit up. "We definitely overcomplicated things."

"Knight!" Madman looked at the blue knight. "You're the commander, you set the rules."

The Blue Knight took a deep breath and looked at the sky.

As dusk settled, the water vapor from the Dadu River rose up, chilling to the bone.

According to the usual game logic, we should now take advantage of the darkness to make our way to the sentry post.

But he made what seemed to be the most time-consuming and irrational decision.

"Fifteen hours left." The Blue Knight glanced at the game countdown.

"We must launch a final assault tomorrow morning, or the mission will fail."

"But tonight, we won't be conducting reconnaissance."

"Then what are we doing?" Zhou Yibuqianfan's eyes widened. "Just standing here staring blankly?"

The blue knight pointed to the muddy, sludge-covered area at the village entrance, which was covered in cow dung and ice shards.

"Practice 'sleeping'."

"Huh?!" Everyone was stunned.

"Tonight, everyone," the Blue Knight explained.

"No entry into the village, no knocking on doors, no lodging."

"We'll sleep on the muddy ground right at the village entrance!"

"Anyone who dares to enter the village and disturb the villagers, even just to ask for a drink of water—will be kicked out of the team immediately!"

Kuang Ge grinned and smiled.

His smile was somewhat ferocious, yet it also conveyed an indescribable sense of exhilaration.

"Okay." Crazy Brother stroked his gun. "I like this job."

Kuang Ge turned around and strode up to the tallest large blue stone.

Facing the thousand players who were still excitedly whispering among themselves because they had "received the money," Crazy Brother suddenly pulled the bolt.

Click—!

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed across the riverbank.

"Shut the hell up!!"

The thousand players fell silent instantly, all turning to look at Kuang Ge.

"I know that many of you are here for the money, but many others are here for the old squad leader or for the sentiment."

Madman raised his gun, pointing it at the sky, but his eyes swept over everyone like a wolf.

"Those who want the money, those who want to be the first to cross the Dadu River, those who want to brag about it later, saying they crossed the Dadu River with us!"

"Now, obey my orders!"

Kuang Ge pointed to the cold, dirty, and foul-smelling muddy ground at the village entrance.

"Everyone has it!"

"Tonight, you all better sleep in that muddy patch!"

"Anyone who dares to step into the village will be the first to be shot by me!!"