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

"Uncle!" Ruan Ruan couldn't help but step forward and say urgently.

"We are different! We fight so that no one will dare to bully you in the future, so that..."

"For the future?" The commander sneered. "That's what the last wave of soldiers said too."

The commander pointed to the muddy waters of the Dadu River.

"And what happened? When we got to the middle of the river, my brother was put in front to shield us from bullets."

"My brother's body is still rotting downstream; even the bones are incomplete."

Shuai stared intently at Ruan Ruan's anxious face, then glanced at Kuang Ge's tattered military uniform.

"In my eyes, all of you who wear this kind of skin look the same."

"Once you're on board, this will be your lifeline, but for us, it will be your death sentence."

"Get out of this reed bed before I make a move, or don't blame my harpoon for being blind."

After saying that, the handsome guy turned around and was about to leave.

Clearly, the wall of hatred built up by these bloody lessons cannot be broken by a few passionate slogans or empty promises.

"Don't move!"

Suddenly, Brother Kuang let out a loud shout.

He took two steps forward and stood directly behind the leader, reaching for his waist.

"Click".

That was the sound of the belt buckle being released, and the commander stopped in his tracks.

He whirled around, the harpoon in his hand instantly raised, his muscles tense, his eyes like a wolf's.

But what he saw stunned him.

Crazy Brother threw the armor belt, which was full of grenades and bullet pouches, along with the Mauser pistol at his waist, heavily into the stinking mud.

At that moment, throwing a gun at such close range was tantamount to Madman throwing his life away.

Crazy Bro stood there empty-handed, looking straight into Handsome Boss's hostile eyes.

"You're right, that's suicide."

"The bunker is right across the river, and the machine gun emplacements are pointed at the river."

"Whoever boards the ship becomes a target, and must be prepared to meet the King of Hell."

The commander loosened his grip on the harpoon slightly, but his eyes remained alert. He didn't understand what this soldier was up to.

"Therefore, we have a rule."

Kuang Ge pointed to himself, then to Ruan Ruan and Ba Ba Da Shun behind him.

"If we want to cross the river."

"When we get to the middle of the river, if bullets come, we soldiers will stand up and block them."

"If the boat is about to leak or sink, we soldiers will jump in first to lighten the boat's weight and cushion the river's fall."

Madman took a step forward, completely ignoring the sharp harpoon.

"Listen up, buddy."

"If all of us die on the first boat, you can turn back. You don't need to row a second trip or retrieve the bodies."

"Our Red Legion has no rule against making ordinary people die with us!"

"If we're going to die, we'll be the ones to die first!"

These words were spoken in plain language, without any fancy words.

But the bloodthirst and determination emanating from every word made the commander, a tough man who had spent half his life battling the waves of the river, twitch his eyelids violently.

He's not afraid of the ruthless or the vicious, but he's afraid of those who don't value their lives.

And this fearlessness is so that they can live!

"Uncle..." Ruan Ruan added from behind, "We're keeping track of that bowl of porridge from this morning."

"We need to cross the river, not for any other reason than to fight our way across and clear those roads."

"So that no one will dare to use you as cannon fodder in the future, and you can fish or farm whenever you want."

Ruan Ruan pointed to the red star on her hat.

"As long as this star exists, we will die before you."

The handsome leader wanted to snort, but then fell silent.

He looked at the three incredibly young soldiers and found no trace of the familiar greed, cruelty, or cunning in their eyes.

That look in his eyes was strange, it had a kind of foolishness about it, yet it was also frighteningly bright.

Like fire.

A full minute passed before the handsome man slowly put down the harpoon in his hand.

He picked up the pipe again and clipped it to the worn-out leather belt at his waist.

The handsome man raised his head and took a deep breath of the cold, fishy-smelling wind.

"Damn your ancestors..."

The leader suddenly swore, but his voice carried a trembling air of bravado.

"Then I'll believe you this time!"

"The Dadu River is the result of Heaven's tears; it's not up to that man surnamed Yan to decide!"

As he spoke, he put his fingers in his mouth.

"call out--!!"

A sharp, high-pitched whistle instantly pierced the deathly silence of the reed marshes.

Suddenly, the seemingly empty reed beds and mud pits around them came to life.

"Splash!"

"Splash!"

Seven strong men, like black loaches, emerged from their hiding place.

Some of them carried homemade wooden paddles, some were shirtless, and some even carried half-empty bottles of strong liquor.

No nonsense.

No mobilization is needed.

These are the sworn brothers of the leader, the toughest backbone of this body of water.

With just a glance, they understood what their elder brother meant—the demanding work was about to begin.

With the handsome leader included, that makes a perfect eight top-notch shipwrights!

……

Upstream, preparing for war.

"This boat is too small." The captain glanced at the only usable boat. "The waterline is right there; it'll capsize if a wave hits it."

Then he looked at the thirty-five assault soldiers that had already been selected behind Crazy Brother and gestured a number.

"Besides the eight of us who steer and row, we can have nine more on board."

Nine. Kuang Ge and the others weren't surprised; Number Brother had already estimated it.

Without wasting any words, Brother Kuang roared out.

"Top eight on the assault leaderboard, step forward!"

Ba Ba Da Shun was the first to step forward, followed by seven other well-known assault soldiers.

Each person had a gleaming broadsword stuck in their back, and red strips of cloth were stretched straight by the wind under the gloomy sky.

His weapons consisted of only one submachine gun, one pistol, and five or six hand grenades.

The leader squinted and looked the nine men up and down. Without saying anything more about going to their deaths, he turned and jumped onto the stern of the boat.

"Get on board!"

"yes!!!"

Nine figures, exuding an aura of iron and killing intent, leaped into the lone boat.

At the same time, the Blue Knight, having received the message from the regional channel, took a deep breath.

Because they wasted a whole night and still failed to wake up the sharpshooter Zhao, it seems that Kuang Ge and his men are likely to meet with a grim fate on their journey.

Not to mention they prepared four groups of assault troops, it's questionable whether the first group can even cross the river.

But they had no choice and no way out; they could only prepare for war in full force!

"The assault team is ready!"

"Sniper team ready!"

"Machine gun crew ready!"

A series of commands converged on the Blue Knight.

He glanced at the less than three-hour countdown to the dungeon.

"sail!!!"