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

"boom!!!!!"

A deafening roar erupted, flames exploded, and the bunker on the opposite bank of the river was instantly blown apart.

That heavy machine gun, which had been roaring wildly, fell silent.

That suffocating metallic storm has stopped.

The world fell silent for a second.

"Holy crap?!"

I don't know who shouted it first.

Immediately afterwards, the entire riverbank and the entire live broadcast room erupted in a frenzy, like a volcanic eruption.

"Holy crap! One shot, one kill!"

"A hand-held mortar hit?! Is that some kind of cheat?!"

"Human gun mount? Blind sniping? That's possible?!"

The man with the numbers knelt on the ground, staring dumbfounded at the bunker billowing black smoke.

Data seems insignificant in the face of a sharpshooter's intuition.

The extremely tense blue knight finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He's a master gunner, truly a "master" gunner, he made the right bet!

On the ship, Kuang Ge and his group also suddenly looked up.

Kuang Ge looked at the silent bunker on the opposite bank, then glanced back at the lonely figure still kneeling on the distant shore.

His eyes instantly reddened.

The awakening of any god must be summoned by blood!

It took the lives of Ba Ba Da Shun and the others to awaken this sharpshooter!

"Brothers..."

Kuang Ge wiped the water and blood from his face, his voice choked yet deafening.

"See? Our family is watching us!!"

"The sharpshooter cleared the way for us!"

"If we still can't make it to the top, let's not go back! Let's just jump into the river!"

"kill!!!"

The morale on the ship reached its peak at this moment.

On the shore, the gunner slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, without a smile.

He merely glanced at the destroyed bunker, as if it were the least he could do.

Then he reached out and picked up the second shell.

His gaze was already fixed on the machine gun position on the flank that was trying to cover the position.

The bunkers fell silent, but the Dadu River remained silent.

If this natural barrier were so easy to cross, it wouldn't have become the burial ground for an army with a similar fate seventy-two years ago.

However, with the suppression of direct fire from the opposite bank gone, the wooden boat was finally able to move forward at full speed in the middle of the river.

But it is precisely because of the full speed that danger comes even faster.

"A vortex! There's a dark vortex ahead!"

At the stern, the commander suddenly let out a terrified roar.

Just now, in order to avoid the ballistic trajectory, the boat took an extremely dangerous zigzag route, and now it has just entered the most dangerous "Ghost's Sorrow" section of the Dadu River.

The water flow becomes extremely strange here. The originally downward rushing current hits the huge rocks on the riverbed, churning up and forming huge eddies.

Before Kuang Ge could react, the ship suddenly shook.

A crisp snap.

The long oar that the commander was using to steer the ship broke off because it couldn't withstand the enormous torque!

The lone boat, having lost its direction, instantly resembled a kite with a broken string, spinning wildly in the whirlpool.

And downstream of the whirlpool, less than ten meters away.

A black, sharp rock, resembling a shark fin, lies silently hidden in the waves.

If they collided at that speed, the ship would be destroyed, everyone would die, and the entire group would be wiped out without a doubt.

"Pole vaulting! Quickly, use the pole vaulting to hold it up!"

Kuang Ge grabbed a spare bamboo pole and tried to stick it into the water.

But the water was too deep and the current too swift; the bamboo pole was swept away as soon as it was inserted.

"It's too late!"

As the handsome leader watched the approaching reef, a desperate and ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

The bow is too light; it can't hold back the waves or avoid the rocks.

Someone has to go down.

Someone has to be in the water, using their body as a rudder, to tilt the bow of the boat even by half a meter!

But going down into that water would most likely mean certain death.

"I'll get off!"

Without any hesitation, Crazy Brother threw down his gun and was about to jump into the water.

If this ship is destroyed, all their efforts will have been in vain!

Just then, a loud shout rang out.

"Don't move!!"

Rough, large hands gripped the belts of Madman and his men tightly.

They were the seven taciturn boatmen, and the handsome leader with a bitter smile on his face.

"You are soldiers who lead troops into battle; your lives are precious!"

"Just now, one of your men took a bullet for me."

"Now……"

The leader turned around and glanced at the seven brothers who had risked their lives for him.

The seven men were all shirtless, their muscles taut.

They exchanged a glance and tacitly understood each other's meaning.

"Soldiers may die, but we're not cowards either!"

"Time to cook dumplings!!"

The youngest boatman roared and was the first to leap into the icy river.

Then came the second, the third, and the fourth.

"Splash! Splash! Splash!"

Four boatmen bravely plunged into the Dadu River.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

The player next to Crazy Bro was stunned.

These are just ordinary NPCs, shouldn't they value their lives more than the players?!

The four boatmen jumped in and displayed amazing swimming skills.

Four people, eight hands, gripped the ship's side tightly like iron clamps.

They braced the bow of the boat with their shoulders and pushed against the rapids with their backs.

"rise--!!!"

A muffled roar came from the water.

They actually wanted to push the wooden boat with the shoulders of ordinary people!

Just as we were about to hit the reef.

They actually managed to push the bow of the ship half a meter to the left with their bare hands!

"Sizzle—"

The hull scraped against the reef, the screeching sound sending chills down our spines, but thankfully the boat didn't break apart.

The ship has finally passed!

"Get on the boat! Quickly!"

Crazy Brother lay on the side of the boat, half of his body above the water, veins bulging on his neck.

Using the buoyancy of the water, the three men in the water grabbed the side of the boat like black mudfish and rolled ashore.

They were completely naked, their skin turning purple from the icy river water, their chests heaving violently.

But one is missing.

"Shunzi!!"

The leader suddenly let out a heart-wrenching roar.

At the stern, the youngest boatman, who had just used his shoulder to clear the blind spot at the bow, was exhausted and his hands slipped on the wet deck.

A wave crashed in, and Shunzi's thin body, like a withered leaf, was swept directly into the swirling eddy.

That area is a rocky wasteland; if you get caught up in it, you'll end up as minced meat.

"Big brother... let's go..."

Shunzi thrashed about in the water, choking on a mouthful of muddy water, and struggled to wave his hand.

The boat has picked up speed and is using the rapids to rush towards the opposite bank.

If the boat were to stop to rescue people at this point, it would inevitably sway sideways.

In those fierce, turbulent currents, swaying sideways meant losing control and becoming a sitting duck for machine guns on the opposite bank.

Save a person who is destined to die, or save the ship?

This cruel arithmetic problem only flashed through the commander's mind for a moment.

This tough man, who had spent half his life making a living on the river, suddenly had eyes that turned red as if they were about to bleed.

He gritted his teeth and was about to grab the spare bamboo pole when his hand trembled so badly he could barely hold it.

That was his younger brother, but he was also the helmsman of the ship.

"Damn it! Enough with the nonsense!"

A loud shout interrupted all the sorrow.

Kuang Ge suddenly turned around and roared at the few remaining players in the cabin who were still in a daze.

"Leg binders! Take them all off, now!"

Nobody asked why.

On this battlefield where life and death hang in the balance, Kuang Ge's orders are the only commands.

Several players frantically tore off the long gray strip of cloth from their legs.

Crazy Brother snatched it away, tied a tight knot in a few quick movements, wrapped it around his wrist, and tossed the other end to the player behind him.

"Grab me!"

Crazy Brother lunged straight out from the stern of the boat, but he didn't enter the water.

The five surviving players behind them, along with the few boatmen who still had the strength, clung tightly to the "lifeline" connected by leg bindings.

Kuang Ge's body was suspended above the raging waves of the Dadu River, his face almost touching the water's surface.

Nearly.

Shunzi's hands frantically clawed at the surface of the water, his body already mostly pulled down by the whirlpool.

"Gotcha!!"

Just a second before Shunzi was about to be swept into the reefs, a large hand gripped the back of his collar tightly.

The veins on that hand were bulging, and the knuckles were white.

"Get up, you son of a bitch!"

Madman gritted his teeth and strained his waist and abdomen.

The people on the boat also pulled back with all their might.

Shunzi's body, weighing over a hundred pounds, was forcibly pulled out from between the teeth of the King of Hell by this combined force!

"Splash!"

Water splashed everywhere.

Kuang Ge dragged Shunzi, who was like a dead dog, and slammed him heavily back onto the deck.

"Cough cough cough..."

Shunzi lay on the deck, vomiting violently. Looking at the officer in front of him who had almost fallen in to save him, tears streamed down his face, mingling with the river water.

"Sir, I..."

"Stop talking nonsense, grab the oar if you don't want to die!"

Crazy Brother, panting heavily, wiped the water off his face.

But those brief ten seconds of saving lives ultimately shattered the balance between life and death.

Because of the uneven force on the hull, the wooden boat, which was originally cutting through the waves, inevitably veered sideways in the middle of the river.

The speed has slowed down.

This position was exposed to the firing range of the bunker on the flank that had not fired before.

"Da da da da da da!"

It was like the grim smile of death.

Beneath a huge rock on the flank, a heavily concealed machine gun suddenly tore off its disguise, and crimson flames instantly spewed out.

The boat lay across the middle of the river, becoming an unobstructed target.

The bullets hitting the water created a jet of water that instantly cut off the wooden boat's path and continued to propel itself wildly towards the hull.

"It's over!"

The commander looked at the deadly fire whip, and his heart instantly turned cold.

At this angle and distance, the people on the boat had no way to avoid it.

The chat room was filled with despair.

"You old scoundrel Luo, are you even human?! Saving someone is wrong?!"

"What the hell is this difficulty level?! There are even hidden firing positions on the flanks!"

Just then, the gunner suddenly made a move.

He had been waiting for this sneaky firing point to emerge at this very moment!

The gunner's posture was very strange at this moment.

Without any support, he held the scorching hot cannon barrel in his left hand, his elbow resting on his knee, palm facing upward, like a devout ascetic begging for alms.

It resembles bowing to Buddha with one palm.

This is the marksman's signature skill, a shooting posture that involves risking one's life.

No base or scope is needed.

The body is the gun mount, the eyes are the ruler, and the soul is the sight.

The wind blew past my ears, carrying the moisture from the Dadu River, and was slightly westward.

The gunner's left arm rose slightly, by only about two millimeters.

For precision instruments, it is also necessary to calculate wind deflection, humidity, and drug temperature.

But in the world of sharpshooters, it's just a mysterious feeling.

He could feel the invisible parabola, the arc it drew in the air.

That was a rainbow of death.

"Thump."

A muffled thud.

Just before the machine gun on the flank was about to shred the wooden boat into pieces.

A mortar shell, whistling sharply, flew over a protruding boulder.

It followed an extremely bizarre, high-angle lob trajectory over the bunker and vertically "poured" into the top of that seemingly impenetrable machine gun nest.

"boom!!!!!"

Flames shot into the sky once more.

The roaring heavy machine gun abruptly stopped.

The severed limbs and broken parts of several enemies were blown into the air by the shockwave, and then fell into the rolling Dadu River like garbage.

Holy crap!!!

On the ship, Kuang Ge, who had been prepared to close his eyes and wait for death, was stunned when he saw the magnificent firework exploding on the side.

"What kind of insane artillery technique is this?!"

"A top-down attack?! Is this something that could have happened in 1935?!"

"That gunner is awesome!!"

The commander wiped the cold sweat from his face and slammed the broken oar against the water.

"We've passed the gates of hell! A path to survival lies ahead!"

"Charge!!"

At this moment, the wooden boat was only thirty meters away from the pale, pebbly beach on the opposite bank.

But just as the hull of the boat was about to touch the riverbank...

Suddenly, a dark mass of heads surged into the previously silent trenches on the opposite bank.

Their bunker was blown up, and the machine guns hidden in the shadows fell silent.

But they still have people.

A lot of people.

"Quick! Charge!"

"Drive them into the river to feed the fish! Destroy their boats!"