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

The enemy commander, brandishing his pistol, led more than two hundred men in a counter-attack.

Their target was the riverbank where Kuang Ge and his team were about to land.

At the bow of the ship, Madman grinned at the enemies surging in like a tsunami, revealing a blood-stained, sinister smile.

He picked up his submachine gun and roared, his voice full of madness.

"Brothers, the boat can't stop; we have to go back and pick up the main force."

"So this piece of land..."

"Even if it has to bite it off, we have to bite it off!"

"Boom!"

The wooden boat, propelled by immense inertia, crashed violently into the rocky riverbank.

Before the boat had even come to a complete stop, the six figures, like six ravenous tigers, jumped off the bow.

"Don't look for cover! Those are for the dead!"

As soon as Kuang Ge's feet touched the ground, before he could even stand up straight, he roared at the top of his lungs.

"Charge! Charge forward! Clear this beach for me!"

This doesn't make any sense in terms of tactical logic.

Faced with an enemy force dozens of times larger than themselves, and with volleys of gunfire raining down like a deluge, a normal player would have already sought refuge in a rock.

But Kuang Ge and his gang can't sneak in.

If they take cover, the enemy will throw grenades onto the ship.

This ship is the army's only hope; it must turn back intact and pick up the rest of the standby assault team.

Therefore, they had to use their physical bodies to carve out a space for survival in this deadly place!

However, they didn't seek cover.

"How the hell do we fight this?"

One of the assault team members, looking at the more than two hundred enemies surging towards him like a tide, was shaking with his hand holding the submachine gun.

Even though he was a top-tier assault player in the Chinese server, and even though he could take on five opponents at once in other games, he still felt suffocated by this almost face-to-face barrage of gunfire.

There is no cover here.

The only few large rocks were located below the destroyed bunker on the flank, about twenty meters away from them.

"Don't take cover! Nobody the hell should cower down!"

Madman roared again, not even looking at the enemy, and turned around to kick the bow of the still hesitant wooden boat.

"Walk!!"

This kick carried with it the hatred he couldn't swallow on the grass, and his awe of this damned history.

"Hey buddy! Get back to your seat and get your ass ready!"

At the stern, the leader was covered in blood and mud.

He looked at the man standing in waist-deep river water, about to face a hail of bullets from the bank with his chest.

The leg wrap that had been removed from Kuang Ge's wrist was still dripping water, like an umbilical cord connecting life and death.

"Sir..."

The leader was a rough man; he didn't understand any profound principles.

All he knew was that, according to the rules of the trade, in such a deadly situation, the boatman would be buried alive with the boatman.

How can you leave your guests to face certain death and then turn around and run away?

Although Kuang Ge had already told him that they were only the first batch of assault team members.

"I……"

"Fuck your head!!"

With bloodshot eyes, Kuang Ge fired a burst of submachine guns at the enemy troops in the distance.

"There's only this one ship! Got it?!"

"If this ship sinks, tens of thousands of people behind it will die!"

"You wanted to repay a favor? Bring my bunch of brothers over here, that'll be repaying the favor!"

"roll!!"

Kuang Ge's hoarse, cracking voice, mixed with the dense whistling of bullets around him, made Shuai Bazi's eardrums ache.

A volley of gunfire erupted from the shore.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

A few splashes of water erupted around Kuang Ge, splattering mud and water all over his face.

Just as a commando raised his gun, a stray bullet struck him in the shoulder, and he screamed as he fell into the water.

But his teammates immediately grabbed him by the collar and pulled him out of the water.

"ah!!!"

Having never seen an army commander like this before, I slapped myself hard.

That slap was extremely hard, and half of his face swelled up instantly.

"Change course! Back to the south bank!!"

The handsome guy didn't look at the madman again.

He dared not look.

He feared that if he looked any longer, he would disobey the man's orders, even if it meant biting him with his teeth, he would stay and die with these lunatics.

These gray military uniforms are absolutely insane!

The remaining seven boatmen were also deeply moved. With tears in their eyes, they used all the strength they had just regained to plunge the wooden oars into the water.

The wooden boat struggled to turn around in the rapids, leaving a trail of pale white foam as it drifted downstream, quickly escaping this deadly beach.

The ship has sailed away.

Only six people remain here.

Six souls from the future, dressed in tattered clothes, face two hundred bayonets and countless dark gun barrels.

"The ship is gone."

Kuang Ge spat out a mouthful of saliva with a metallic taste; it was blood from when he bit his lip earlier.

He turned around and looked at the enemy who were launching a counter-charge and getting closer and closer.

"Brothers."

Crazy Brother pulled back the bolt, a grotesque smile spreading across his face.

"Now, this place belongs to us."

"Turn the pain shield to the lowest setting, so you don't get knocked out by the pain of one shot."

"As long as one person is still standing, don't let those bastards throw grenades into the river!"

"kill!!"

Six assault rifles formed a fragile, paper-thin defensive line on this narrow beach.

Meanwhile, on the south bank.

"Sniper team! Shoot that commander's head off!!"

The Blue Knight stared at the back of the opponent's hand, where the veins bulged.

Without him having to shout, Hawkeye and his team were already in the zone.

Hawkeye was lying prone on a high ground with a wide field of vision, the butt of his old Hanyang rifle pressed firmly against his shoulder.

In his field of vision, the enemy officer waving a Mauser pistol on the opposite bank of the river was nothing more than a moving black dot the size of a grain of rice.

Under these conditions, using such an old-fashioned device to hit a moving target is virtually an impossible task.

But Hawkeye is very steady.

His breathing became extremely long and even, as if the noisy battlefield around him had receded into the distance.

On the other side, where he was sniping from afar, someone who had been sleeping soundly since early morning was now wide awake, filled only with a chilling killing intent.

"Click".

The two men pulled the bolts almost simultaneously.

This is a tacit understanding between top players that requires no words.

What's more, they were teammates who won a championship together!

Eagle Eye aimed at the officer's chest.

Early in the morning, I aimed at half a meter ahead of the officer's movement path.

Block movement and anticipate enemy movements.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two crisp gunshots rang out, almost inaudible amidst the roaring river.

But the effect is immediate.

On the opposite bank of the river, the enemy officer who was shouting suddenly froze.

A bullet shattered the rock at his feet, and the debris it kicked up made him pause instinctively.

In that very instant.

Another bullet, like a kiss from the Grim Reaper, pierced his neck with pinpoint accuracy, and a spray of blood erupted.

The officer didn't even utter a sound before tumbling down the hillside.

"pretty!!"

In the live stream, countless viewers who were holding their breath instantly erupted in excitement.

"Hawkeye has been retired for so long, but his aim hasn't gotten rusty at all. That's the true value of a former professional player!"

"That shot that blocked their movement early in the morning was absolutely brilliant! These two are definitely on the same team; their teamwork is like one!"

"Stop bragging! Look at Kuang Ge and his gang! They're charging down there!!"

Although the commander was killed, this did not stop the enemy's offensive.

On the contrary, without the restraint of their commander, the more than two hundred enemies charged down like madmen, howling and screaming.

They don't need tactics.

Even a single spit from each of them could drown Brother Kuang and his six companions!

"Machine gun team! Hold it off! Get the barrels red-hot!!"

The Blue Knights lost their composure and roared madly as dozens of players unleashed a barrage of fire from light and heavy machine guns.

Meanwhile, on the flank of the riverbank, Zhou Yibuqianfan and Yan Danhong, two heavy machine gunners, were kneeling on the ground covered with rubble.

The recoil of the heavy machine gun made their whole bodies shake.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!"

On Monday, while yelling and screaming, he kept his hand firmly on the trigger.

He's a foodie, and he's most afraid of being hungry, and he's even extremely afraid of pain.

But at this moment, he seemed oblivious to the incredibly hot gun barrel scorching his palm.

All he could see was the trajectory of the ballistic missile that crossed the Dadu River.

"Da da da da da da!!"

The sound of heavy machine guns tearing cloth echoed through the valley.

The two chains of fire, like the whips of death, lashed fiercely toward the opposite bank.

Although the bullets were fired across the river and covered an astonishingly large area, the dense barrage still put immense psychological pressure on the charging enemy.

Many enemies were beaten so badly they couldn't lift their heads, and their momentum was abruptly halted for a moment.

But this was only for a moment.

"It's no use! It's too far!"

Yan Danhong broke his silence; his eyes were practically cracking.

"The bullets are straying too far! They can't inflict any effective damage!"

After a brief moment of panic, the enemy immediately realized that although the firepower from the opposite bank looked fierce, its accuracy was extremely poor.

"Charge! There aren't many of them!"

"That ship's getting away! Throw grenades!!"

Someone shouted from the crowd on the opposite bank.

Dozens of enemies, taking advantage of the terrain for cover, had already circled around to the flanks and were less than thirty meters away from Kuang Ge and his men.

This distance is already within the throwing range of a hand grenade.

"Grass!"

When Crazy Brother saw the row of enemies with their grenades cocked and ready to be thrown, his heart sank.

These six people were crammed into this tiny space; if just two or three grenades fell in, they would be wiped out.

Even more critically, the boat had only sailed a short distance when a grenade was thrown into the river, creating waves or even blowing up the boat directly...

"There's no other way."

Kuang Ge glanced at the five teammates who were left beside him.

The man who had just been shot in the shoulder was now deathly pale, but he was still clutching two grenades tightly in his hand.

"Brothers, we might be done for this round."

Crazy Brother slung the submachine gun behind his back and picked up a grenade in each hand.

"If they throw it out, the ship is doomed."

"Since we're all going to die anyway..."

The madness in Kuang Ge's eyes was tangible.

"Then it's better to die a worthwhile death!!"

"Let's charge in! Bomb them face-to-face!!"

Only by getting close and engaging the enemy can the enemy's rear guard not dare to throw grenades indiscriminately!

"Listen to Brother Kuang! Anyone who chickens out is a coward!"

"We gamers are not afraid of dying in battle!"

None of the remaining five players backed down.

At this moment, this scene is no longer just an ordinary game for them!

They've never been this excited in any other game!

"Charge!!!"

Six figures, soaked to the bone and covered in blood, abandoned their last defense and launched a counterattack against the more than two hundred enemies!

This scene stunned the enemy on the other side of the river.

They've fought for so many years, and they've seen people who don't care about their lives, but they've never seen anyone this reckless.

Six people charging into a position held by two hundred?

Is this insane?

The chat in the live stream room had stopped.

Everyone stared intently at the screen, their hearts clenching as if gripped by a giant hand.

It's a kind of tragic grandeur that makes it impossible to look away even knowing the outcome.

But just as Kuang Ge and his men were about to crash into the enemy's arms, preparing to detonate their grenades...

A strange sound suddenly pierced through the noisy battlefield.

"call out--"

The voice was sharp, heavy, and domineering.

Kuang Ge subconsciously looked up.

A dark, indistinct shell streaked across the sky overhead.

But the target of this shell was neither the enemy's men nor the machine gun position that hadn't completely fallen silent.

Its landing point... was actually the protruding, precarious cliff face above the heads of these enemies?

"This is……"

Kuang Ge's pupils suddenly contracted.

……

The south bank of the Dadu River.

The sharpshooter remained kneeling on one knee.

His body seemed to have turned into a stone sculpture. Even though the gunfire on the riverbank was deafening and the players behind him were jumping up and down in panic, he did not move an inch.

He held the last shell in his hand.

It was also the last one in the entire server.

The rough iron shell of the shell still carried the warmth of his palm.

In his view, the Madman and his group on the other side of the river looked like a few ants about to be devoured by army ants.

The enemy has already flanked us from both sides.

Those two hundred-plus people were like a pair of pliers that were gradually tightening, about to crush the six advance team members to pieces.

Even if he were to blast a shell into a crowd right now, one shot would kill at least seven or eight people, and if he was lucky, he could kill more than a dozen.

But what's the use?

The remaining two hundred men would still rush up, chop Kuang Ge and his men into mincemeat, then kill Shuai Bazi's boatmen, or blow up the only boat.

This amount of casualties won't save lives, let alone win this battle.

The sharpshooter's gaze slowly moved upwards.

He crossed over the ferocious, roaring enemies and the battlefield filled with the smoke of gunpowder.

His gaze followed the steep mountain slope, climbing ever upwards.

That's a unique landform found in the Dadu River Canyon.

The two sides of the river are as if carved by a knife and axe, with layers upon layers of rock that have become extremely fragile after millions of years of weathering.

Directly above the group of enemies, about thirty meters above.

There is a protruding rock layer that looks like a fang about to fall, hanging in mid-air.

That place is the stress point of the mountain and also the "air vent" of this canyon.

The gunner didn't understand geology, nor had he studied structural mechanics.

But he understands mountains.

He knew which part of this mountain was the most fragile and which part was the most painful.

During the Long March, he used this intuition to blow up countless bunkers and blast open countless roads in desperate situations.

Today, he's going to use this last shell to gamble big with God!

"call……"

The gunner exhaled a breath of stale air, which turned into a cloud of white mist in the cold wind.

He slightly adjusted the angle of the cannon barrel with his left hand.

This adjustment is extremely significant.

The guy standing to the side was too shocked to speak.

Because of this firing angle, it completely exceeds the conventional logic of mortars hitting ground targets—it's aimed straight up into the sky!

But the sharpshooter did not hesitate at all.

He gently wiped the muzzle of the cannon with his thumb, a final farewell to his old buddy.

He released his right hand, and the shell slid down.

"Thump!!!"

This cannon blast was more muffled than any before.

The immense recoil even caused the gunner's left knee, which he used as a seat, to sink deeply into the gravel-strewn ground.

A trickle of blood seeped out from his trouser leg.

But he didn't even frown; he simply maintained the lifting posture, staring intently at the sky.

The cannonball, carrying the hopes of the entire server, with its mournful whistling sound, crossed the great river and the crowd.

It was like an enraged eagle, crashing headlong into the "fangs" on the cliff.

……

The other side of the river.

Crazy Brother was completely stunned, clutching the grenade he was about to pull the pin on.

He watched helplessly as the shell flew over his head and slammed into the mountain, momentarily unable to comprehend what it meant.

"Missed it?"

The thought had barely formed when it was shattered by a deafening roar.

"BOOM!!!!"

That was the sound of a mountain collapsing.

The sharpshooter's incredibly accurate shot struck the crack in the weathered rock layer.

The expansion force generated by the explosion caused the boulder, which was about half the size of a basketball court, along with the massive amount of earth attached to it, to let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

Then, it collapsed.

"Crack—Boom!!"

The world changed color.

A huge cloud of smoke and dust shot into the sky instantly, as if a gray mushroom cloud had risen on the banks of the Dadu River.

At that moment, the more than two hundred enemies who were rushing towards Kuang Ge and his group were also stunned.

They instinctively stopped in their tracks and looked up in alarm.

Suddenly, the sky above turned black.

Countless large and small stones, carrying mud and dead wood, crashed down like a mudslide waterfall!

"Run! The mountain is collapsing!!"

"Heavy artillery! There's heavy artillery on the other side!! Run!!"

The enemy's formation collapsed instantly.

This is a fear that no human can overcome.

Before the might of Heaven, that so-called charge and courage are nothing but a joke.

Although the falling boulder did not directly hit the main force, it slammed heavily onto the only winding dirt road.

"boom!!"

The earth trembled violently.

The six men, including Kuang Ge, were so shocked that they sat down on the ground with a thud, their ears ringing and blood flowing from their seven orifices.

But this rock not only cut off the enemy's retreat, but also acted as a wall of sighs, completely separating Kuang Ge and his men from the enemy's subsequent reinforcements.

The shockwave and dust generated in that instant plunged the entire battlefield into chaos.

"Cough cough cough..."

After an unknown amount of time, Kuang Ge struggled to crawl out of the mud.

He felt as if two of his ribs were broken, and every breath felt like swallowing a knife.

But he still reached for the gun immediately.

"Those who are alive... report your numbers..." Kuang Ge's voice was weak.

"one……"

"two……"

"three……"

From the surrounding mud, one by one, dusty and dirty figures crawled up.

Including Kuang Ge, there are six people.

Aside from having perforated eardrums and being covered in injuries, surprisingly... none of them died.

Because they are furthest from the cliff, they are in the blind spot of falling rocks.

On the other hand, the enemy forces...

The two hundred-plus people who had initially appeared aggressive were now in complete chaos.

Some were killed by falling stones, some were terrified and fell into the river, and others were running away in panic, thinking they were under heavy artillery fire.

That encirclement, which was supposed to be a certain death trap, actually had a gap blasted open by the sharpshooter's shot.

"This...this actually works?"

The assault team member next to him wiped the dirt off his face, revealing two eyes that were both frightened and excited.

He looked at the collapsed pass and the lingering smoke and dust in the sky.

"This isn't a mortar...this is practically a pinpoint explosion!"

"And it's precision-guided!"

Their three shots were all accurate, and they witnessed firsthand the true value of someone who could be called a "sharpshooter."

The most outrageous thing is that this gunner's mortar doesn't even have a gun mount!

Kuang Ge spat out a mouthful of blood and looked back at the south bank.

Across the river, through the billowing dust, he seemed to see that solitary figure kneeling on the riverbank.

The figure seemed very small and thin.

But in Kuang Ge's eyes, that figure was wider than the Dadu River and taller than the surrounding mountains.

"Amazing..."

Kuang Ge grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth, and laughed with unbridled abandon.

"That cannon shot... was absolutely amazing!!"

At this point, the enemy's offensive had completely collapsed.

Although there were still remnants of the defeated army on the mountain, the massive landslide led them to mistakenly believe that the main force of the Red Legion was supported by heavy artillery.

This kind of psychological blow is more devastating than the death of dozens of people.

They dared not rush any further.

They began to cower and call on their superiors to confirm the intelligence.

This gave Kuang Ge and his team the most precious breathing time.

"Don't just stand there!" Kuang Ge struggled to stand up straight.

"Go retrieve that light machine gun over there, and hold it here!"

Kuang Ge pointed to the rocky beach at his feet.

"It will take time for the ship to return."

"Even if we die, we will defend this place!"

"As long as our flag stands, the Dadu River... cannot stop our Red Legion!"

South bank, riverbank.

The gunner slowly lowered the cannon barrel, which had become scorching hot.

His palms were scalded and blistered, but he felt nothing.

He simply watched quietly as the smoke and dust rose from the opposite bank, and as the six small black dots rose again from the smoke and dust.

His face, which looked to be around thirty years old, suddenly appeared much older, and then a very faint smile appeared on his face.

That was a feeling of relief and a sense of peace.

"Yang..."

The gunner murmured a name the Blue Knights couldn't understand, his voice echoing the past.

"The road... is open."

He slowly stood up, and in that instant, a violent wave of dizziness hit him, almost causing him to fall.

The blue knight and the number guy next to him rushed over to help him up.

"Sharpshooter! Are you alright?!"

The Blue Knight was even more shocked when he saw the Gunner's left leg, which was still bleeding.

"fine."

The sharpshooter waved his hand and pushed away the two men who were trying to help him up.

Then he bent down and carefully picked up the three empty shell casings from the ground.

Those are his medals.

It was also his explanation to his comrades.

"Boat……"

The gunner turned his head and looked downstream.

Amidst the turbulent waves, the wooden boat struggled upstream, heading towards the south bank.

Although the ship was in dire straits, and all the boatmen were injured.

But that ship is still there.

As long as the ship is there, the flame will remain.

"The ship is back!!"

"First strike team, prepare!!"

The Blue Knight took a deep breath and roared at the more than nine hundred players behind him.

"Crazy Bro and his crew are driving nails into our path on the other side; don't let them bleed for nothing!"

"Second wave of assault teams, follow!"

……

North shore.

"Click".

Madman pulled the trigger, but this was the third time it had gone blank.

Apart from the still-bleeding submachine gun, he couldn't find a single bullet on his body.

The five brothers around him were in an even worse state; two of them had already fired their submachine guns until the barrels were red-hot, and even cracked the butts.

Thirty meters away, the enemies who had been terrified by the falling rocks finally came to their senses after realizing that the so-called "heavy artillery unit" had made no further moves.

The enemy adjutant who was in charge of taking over command brandished his command sword with a ferocious expression.

"They're out of cannons! They're out of cannons!!"

"These are six bare poles. Capture them alive; I want to burn them like lanterns!"

The fear I felt earlier transformed into exponentially greater shame and anger.

More than two hundred enemies, like a pack of mad dogs, howled and pounced again.

"Hold."

Crazy Brother spat out a mouthful of blood, tucked the unloaded submachine gun back into his waistband, and then pulled out the large red-striped sword from his back.

"Brothers," Madman said, sensing the heavy breathing of the five players beside him, "Are you scared?"

"What's there to be afraid of! Bro, I've been wanting to try out the feel of wielding a big sword in this game for ages!" A player with the ID "Du Laohei" chuckled next to him.

Although his smile was more like a grimace, he had already drawn the large sword from his back.

"That's fine then."

Kuang Ge took a deep breath and looked at the dark mass of people coming up.

"This is a game; if you die, you can restart."

Kuang Ge suddenly raised his broadsword and roared his final, desperate cry on the smoke-filled riverbank.

"but--"

"Hey!! Yo!!"

A unified shout suddenly rang out from behind Kuang Ge and his men.

The sound was so close, it felt like it was right next to my ear.

The sound was so loud that it even drowned out the roar of the Dadu River.

Crazy Brother suddenly turned around.

Amidst the churning, turbid waves, the battered wooden boat had somehow managed to cut through the crest of the waves, charging towards them like a raging black dragon!

"How could it be so fast?!"

It would take several minutes to go from the south bank to the north bank, even with the current. How long has it been?

At this moment, the handsome leader was completely naked, and the veins on his bronze-colored muscles were bulging.

He's working desperately.

Not only him, but all seven surviving crew members on the ship were fighting desperately.

All the oars were pounding the water frantically, and the thick wooden oars even creaked under the strain of the force.

They're racing against time with the King of Hell!

"That is..."

The enemy adjutant's pupils constricted sharply as he watched the wooden boat hurtling towards him like a cannonball.

Nine fully armed men in gray uniforms stood straight at the bow of the ship.

Nine people, eighteen eyes.

There was no fear or tension in his eyes, only a suppressed rage and an impending explosion of violence.

This game is so frustrating that they have to go to great lengths just to log in.

They were so frustrated that they could only watch helplessly as Ba Ba Da Shun and his men died on the south bank.

They were so frustrated that they could only watch helplessly as Kuang Ge and his six companions struggled in a deadly situation on the south bank.

Now, the balance of power has shifted!

Before the boat had even come to a complete stop, nine figures, led by "Richen Shuixi," jumped off the bow.

"Who does this bastard want to light?!"

Ri Chen Shui Xi appears refined and cultured, but speaks with unusual irritability.

As the strongest assault soldier in the second echelon, he had already pulled the safety pin when he landed in the air.

Before the man could even stand firmly in waist-deep water, the submachine gun in his hand was already spitting out deadly flames.

"Da da da da da da da!!"

Nine submachine guns, firing at close range, face to face.

The dozen or so enemies at the forefront were instantly riddled with bullets and fell down like wheat being harvested.

"kill!!!"

Ri Chen Shui Xi threw the empty submachine gun into the water and drew a red-belted broadsword directly from behind his back.

"You're tired, take a rest!"

"Leave the rest to us!!"

Ri Chen Shui Xi walked past Kuang Ge and the others, his face contorted with rage.

Before he finished speaking, he had already led the charge into the enemy ranks.

"Pfft!"

Knife up and down.

An enemy who was about to raise his gun fell down, gun and all.

These nine fresh troops were like nine sharp knives, forcefully plunging into the enemy's chest and then churning wildly inside.

On the flank, a player named "Cheng Kun," who specializes in combat, didn't even draw his sword.

Faced with a bayonet thrusting towards him, he advanced instead of retreating, his body making an extremely strange sidestep, his hands gripping the enemy's gun barrel like iron clamps, and snapping it sharply.

"Snap!"

Before the enemy could react, Cheng Kun rammed him into the air, the sound of his ribs shattering clearly audible.

"Holy crap..."

Du Laohei, who was next to Kuang Ge, was dumbfounded and forgot to raise his big knife.

"These bastards...are they on drugs?"

"Don't just stand there!!" Kuang Ge slapped Du Lao Hei across the face.

Although Kuang Ge's face was covered in blood, his smile was radiant.

"Reinforcements have arrived! Counterattack! These bastards think they can set us on fire?!"

The situation reversed in an instant.

The enemy's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

They are not afraid of the dead.

But they were afraid of these madmen who seemed impossible to kill and grew more ferocious the more they were killed.

First came the divine punishment from the sky for the gunner.

Then there's this group of commandos who aren't afraid of dying at all.

"Run...run!!"

Someone shouted first, and the previously relatively dense charging formation instantly erupted into chaos.

Faced with these nine formidable new troops, the enemy abandoned their armor and began to flee into the mountains behind them.

"Chase them! Don't let a single one escape!!"

"Grab guns! Grab supplies!!"

At this point, no more commands were needed on the riverbank.

With the commander and his team making their third and fourth round trips, sparing no effort.

Twenty-seven... thirty-six... more and more players landed on the North Shore.

The natural barrier of the Dadu River has been breached.

The gunfire finally subsided.

The last remaining enemy force abandoned a heavy machine gun and a pile of spent shell casings, then snarled and disappeared into the deep forest.

The beachhead on the north bank was now covered with a thick layer of shell casings, mixed with black mud soaked in blood.

"We won..."

Someone shouted out first, and the system notification sounded at just the right moment.

[Server-wide announcement: Congratulations to player "Crazy Brother" and his vanguard team for successfully completing the first clear of "Crossing the Dadu River"! "Story Experience Mode" is now unlocked!]

[Rewards are being processed...]

However, there was no cheering or jubilation as expected.

Crazy Brother, slumped in the mud, felt like his lungs were about to explode.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

The air, mixed with sand and the smell of blood, stung my throat and burned painfully.

"I can't take it anymore... This is even more tiring than running a marathon..."

On Monday, he lay on the ground, not eating, still clutching the scorching hot heavy machine gun tightly in his arms.

His palms were already covered with large, glistening blisters from the burns, but now that the pain barrier was activated, he felt completely drained.

"Who just said they were going to use us to light sky lanterns?"

Although Li Luoluo, this wealthy woman, didn't need to charge into battle, she had spent the whole morning in the logistics team moving ammunition boxes, and by now she was covered in mud.

She sat on a captured ammunition box without any regard for her image, pulled out a handful of silver dollars, also captured, from her bosom, and threw them into the river like pebbles to vent her tension.

"Why did you stop barking? Huh?!"

Hawkeye was sitting on a rock, wiping the mud off the bolt of his rifle.

Upon hearing the announcement, he paused in his actions, and his smile relaxed.

"We...did it."

……

Beyond the bustling crowd, beside the wooden boat at the ferry crossing.

The commander slumped on the blood-stained bow of the boat, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

That was muscle spasm after exerting too much force, and also the lingering fear after the adrenaline receded.

"Big brother, they...we...won?"

Shunzi huddled at the feet of the commander, his face as pale as paper, and for a moment he didn’t know whether to use “they” or “we” to describe him.

The commander looked at the group of "gray-uniformed" men who were celebrating on the shore.

Is this what winning is all about?

Based on his experience of making a living on the river for half his life, he knew that these soldiers should get down to business now.

What important business is it?

They robbed people, conscripted men, and demanded money and grain.

Even if this group of people just saved Shunzi, even if this group of people fight like ghosts and gods.

But it is only natural for soldiers to receive rations and pay.

These boatmen risked their lives to help, so it's hard to say whether they'll get a few dollars as a reward.

Please don't requisition this ship that's our livelihood; we'd be incredibly grateful.

After all, those "gray-uniformed" guys who messed around in their nightmares had left a psychological scar on the leader.

"Pack up the gear." The leader's voice was hoarse as he picked up a broken oar. "While they're not looking, let's row the boat downstream and hide it."

"Huh? Big brother, we're just going to ignore them?" Shunzi was taken aback.

"Mind your own business!" The leader spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. "Didn't you see they were looting the spoils?"

"Those crates of silver dollars, those guns... once they realize what's going on, they might try to use our ships to transport these valuables."

"At that time, we laborers won't even be able to get a sip of soup."

The wisdom of a leader, a commoner from the lower classes, is born from lessons learned through blood and tears.

He understands those who carry guns all too well.

Having a need is one thing, but actually winning might be another.

Just as the commander was struggling to stand up and untie the rope.

"Um... Captain!"

A loud, rough roar rang out.

Shuai Bazi froze, instinctively pulling Shunzi behind him to block him.

Then, Crazy Brother emerged from the crowd, limping.

His military uniform was so worn that its original color was no longer visible; the left sleeve was torn, revealing a bleeding arm.

His face was covered in black ash, but his wide-open mouth revealed a set of white teeth, which looked a bit creepy.

Behind Crazy Bro were Softie and the gunner who never showed any expression.

What made Shuai Bazi even more uneasy was that there were several other players behind them, struggling to carry two heavy wooden crates.

The handsome guy's heart skipped a beat; it seemed like they were about to lay their cards on the table.

"Sir... Commander."

The commander forced himself to clasp his hands in a fist salute, his back still straight, but his tone carried a hint of fear.

"The battle is over, and we brothers are exhausted, so..."

"Don't rush off!"

Crazy Brother strode to the bow of the boat and grabbed Handsome Guy's shoulder.

The force was immense, and the heat was terrifying.

"Sir, the ship is really our livelihood..." the commander said anxiously.

"Who the hell wants your crappy ship!"

Kuang Ge glared, then carefully pulled something out of the innermost pocket closest to his body.

Because it had just been soaked in water and was covered in sweat from strenuous exercise, that thing had become wet and limp.

It was a crumpled piece of paper with a dark red bloodstain on it.

Kuang Ge moved very gently, slowly unfolding the note, revealing it to be the IOU he had written earlier.

[The Red Army's advance team borrows a bowl of white rice porridge, three sweet potatoes, and a bucket of ginger soup from the villagers. They will repay double with the spoils they capture the other side. Signed: Mad Brother.]

"Fellow villager."

Crazy Brother held up the nearly rotten note and waved it in front of Handsome Boss.

The wind was strong, and the thin strip of paper fluttered in the wind as if it would shred at any moment.

"This...this is?" The handsome guy was stunned.

This is the IOU left by the group after they ate a bowl of porridge at the village entrance before setting off in the morning.

Although it seemed like they hadn't borrowed much, Kuang Ge and his group actually wrote a lot of these IOUs, which were all kept by Ruan Ruan.

The implication of producing an IOU at this point is self-evident.

However, when the commander heard about this in the reed marshes, he just treated it as a joke.

What soldier eats your food and then gives you an IOU? That's like taking off your pants to fart.

"During the fighting just now, I kept this thing covered, afraid that it would get soaked and ruined."

Kuang Ge grinned, a smile that carried an indescribable mix of silliness and pride.

"As Lao Tzu said, interest must be repaid double!"

"If you're short even a penny, you can harpoon me!"

After saying that, Kuang Ge suddenly turned around and waved his hand.

"Bring it up!!"

"Clang! Clang!"

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An extra 10,000 words added as a gift to "Yakumo Kage". The basic 4,000-word update will be made up during the day.

And then, and then, and then, I... I really want to cry! The pressure of writing an extra 10,000 words at once was just too much. I've been writing for ten hours straight and my brain is completely foggy. I need to take a break. I really can't finish writing this extra chapter! o(╥﹏╥)o

I'm almost 20 chapters and 40,000 words short of the bonus chapters for the small gifts and the author's certification. My brain is foggy, and I've been writing from morning till night every day. I'm going to die from exhaustion! ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh

If there are any more big gifts like the "King of Gifts" in the future, I'll only add three extra chapters of 6,000 words, meow. The same applies to multiple "Great God" certifications. Please, bosses, be lenient! I'm begging you all! ε＝ε＝ε＝(#＞д＜)ﾉ

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