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

"Let's go!!"

The boatmen roared a unified chant from their throats.

The lone boat carrying seventeen lives plunged headlong into the turbulent waves.

The waves are too big.

As soon as he left the shore, Kuang Ge felt the deck beneath his feet suddenly sink, and then he felt as if he had been thrown into the air.

The icy river water poured down on him, instantly soaking through his patched-up shirt.

Its coldness penetrates to the bone marrow.

But none of the nine assault team members crouching on the boat moved.

Ba Ba Da Shun clung tightly to the slippery gunwale, his stomach churning.

"Don't spit it out! Swallow it back!" Madman wiped the water from his face and growled, "Spitting it out will just make you feel worse!"

The boat was moving extremely fast.

The captain stood at the stern, the long rudder in his hand seemingly an extension of his body.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the swirling eddy in front of him, which resembled boiling water. His calloused feet gripped the deck like tree roots.

Go with the current, cut at an angle—this is the only way to survive.

But this chance to survive lasted only a few seconds.

Just as the wooden boat broke free from the cover of the reeds and was completely exposed in the middle of the river.

On the other side, they woke up.

With a series of rapid, sharp sounds, two crimson tongues of fire suddenly spewed from the holes of the two dark bunkers on the opposite bank of the river.

In the middle of the originally turbid waves, rows of two-meter-high water columns suddenly erupted.

The water jets were like moving walls, clinging tightly to the stern of the wooden boat before rapidly spreading up the hull.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Wood chips flew everywhere.

Several bullets grazed the hull and struck the ship's side, tearing apart the thick nanmu planks like tofu.

A boatman who was rowing hard at the bow of the boat suddenly had his straw hat fly off.

A bullet grazed his scalp, and blood instantly flowed down, mixing with the rain and blurring his vision.

But he didn't even wipe it, or utter a sound; instead, he rowed even faster.

Because if we're even a second slower, everyone on the boat will have to feed the fish!

"Counterattack! Machine gun crew, hold them off!"

On the shore, the blue knight roared.

Despite having a firepower advantage, the players were helpless against the bunker.

In the middle of the river, the waves are getting faster and faster.

The ship rocked violently, like a leaf in a gale.

"Stay calm!!"

With a roar, the captain leaned half his body out of the ship's side, using all his strength to press down on the rudder that was about to jump up.

He has to keep it under control.

This is a turbulent area. If the rudder is not steady, a wave can hit you sideways and the boat can capsize instantly.

"Sit tight, all of you! Nobody stand up! Moving is suicide!!" the leader roared at the players who tried to raise their guns to fight back. "Don't move if you don't want to die!!"

At that very moment, the machine gunner on the opposite bank seemed to have spotted the threat posed by the helmsman at the stern.

The fire whip made of bullets suddenly lashed out, and a volley of bullets, accompanied by sharp whistles, swept across the stern of the ship in a fan shape.

That spot was where the leader was standing.

The commander, with both hands gripping the rudder, was fighting against the raging torrent; he had no way to dodge, nor could he avoid it.

If that burst of bullets comes, he will surely die.

If he dies, the ship will capsize.

As the row of water columns rapidly approached, the commander's pupils contracted sharply.

At that moment, his mind went blank, leaving only a cold despair.

It’s over.

This time we're doomed.

"stand up!"

A roar suddenly exploded in the commander's ears.

The commander felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and a dusty figure suddenly sprang up from the deck.

The man spread his arms wide, like a clumsy bird trying to block a storm, or a wall that was not wide but absolutely solid.

The 88 Great Smoothness stood straight in front of the handsome leader, blocking the trajectory of the bullets.

This man, who in real-life boxing always prefers offense to defense, delivered the most perfect block of his life at this moment.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The sound was very dull.

Three tragically beautiful blood flowers suddenly exploded in Ba Ba Da Shun's chest.

Those were bullets from a heavy machine gun; their immense kinetic energy, combined with the tearing force of rotation, instantly shredded his sternum and internal organs.

"Well……"

Ba Ba Da Shun's body jolted violently, his back slamming heavily into the arms of the handsome leader.

The handsome man felt a heat on his face as blood mixed with fragments of broken internal organs splattered directly onto his weathered and shocked face.

The handsome guy was dumbfounded.

He sailed on the Dadu River for thirty years, and saw drowned ghosts and corpses shot dead.

But he had never seen anyone do that before.

To save a boatman who had just been cursing them as soldiers and bandits?

But the shock was not over yet.

The moment Ba Ba Da Shun fell, the volley of bullets did not stop.

"Fuck you!!"

Behind the Eight-Eight-Great-Smooth, another figure stood up.

He filled the gap in the auspiciousness of the Eight Eights with his own body.

These players are afraid of everything except dying on the way to the front!

"puff!"

Another muffled sound.

The player was sent flying into the air by the blow, only to fall directly into the surging river and be instantly swallowed by the waves.

Then comes the third one.

The wind seemed to stop for a moment.

Ba Ba Da Shun's body was as limp as a lump of mud, hanging on the gunwale with half of its body above the water, swaying with the rise and fall of the boat.

He struggled to turn his head, pinkish blood foam gushing from his mouth, clearly indicating that his lungs had been ruptured.

He looked at the handsome guy whose face was covered in blood, whose pupils were dizzy, and whose whole body was trembling.

Ba Ba Da Shun wanted to laugh, but it aggravated his wound, causing him to grimace in pain.

"We...said..."

"To block...to block bullets..."

"We...keep our word..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the light in Ba Ba Da Shun's eyes finally faded.

In just a few seconds, three players, three lives, and three walls, managed to swallow the entire magazine of bullets that was destined to kill them.

On this deafening battlefield, the commander felt a deathly silence all around him.

His hands, gripping the helm, trembled violently; his soul trembled.

This young man was regarded by him as a bandit, a jinx, and someone he had even tried to stab to death with a harpoon.

He was truly the first to risk his life to save his own.

"ah!!!!!!"

A roar exploded out.

The commander's tears mixed with the blood of the Eight-Eight Great Smoothness, carving two deep furrows into his face.

He slammed his foot on the helm, shoving the bow of the boat firmly toward the opposite bank.

"Damn you! Slash them all! Slash them all!"

"Even if it costs me my life in this river, I will get my benefactor back to shore!!!"

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Waaah, it's okay if I drop the boss's knife, right? (innocent)

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