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

The threshing ground fell silent instantly.

Five hundred men were to be selected from the entire regiment; they would neither attack pillboxes nor defend positions.

They want to stand in front of foreign guests and appear under the watchful eyes of the world.

Holy crap! This honor! This glory!

Immediately, some soldiers quietly tightened their stomachs.

A short soldier secretly tiptoed when the officer wasn't looking.

The soldiers next to him quickly pulled him down.

"Don't tiptoe, the measurement will still be the same later."

"What if it's just half an inch off?"

"Then stick your hair up!"

The few murmurs that had just begun were silenced by the glares of the class monitors.

The queue quieted down again.

But the soldiers' chests stood taller and taller than the last.

The regimental commander walked to the front of the earthen platform and glanced at the entire regiment.

"These five hundred people represent more than just themselves."

"We must be tough in combat and tough in our conduct."

"When we step out, we need to project a strong and energetic spirit that's immediately apparent!"

Kuang Ge stood at the very front of the elite platoon, his eyes fixed on the list in the commander's hand.

This made him even more uncertain than drawing up a special task force.

He wasn't afraid of bayonet fighting, grenade throwing, or sneaking into pillboxes at night.

But the phrase "proper appearance"... Kuang Ge quickly glanced at his muddy trouser legs.

The mouse behind him lowered its voice and said nervously.

"Squad leader, don't move."

"If you move, I'll want to look down too."

Kuang Ge squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.

"Shut up!"

The regimental commander's gaze swept past the rows of formations and finally settled on the spearhead platoon.

He closed the list and raised his hand.

"Sharp Knife Platoon!"

The veteran squad leader took a step forward.

"arrive!"

"Step forward—"

The leader paused for a moment, his voice echoing throughout the threshing ground.

"All were selected!"

Kuang Ge's heart skipped a beat, and his heels slammed together.

All the soldiers in the elite platoon straightened their backs at the same time.

It wasn't just a group of people who were taken away; the entire elite platoon was gone!

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments.

"Wow! The whole platoon made it! Now that's what you call team honor!"

"Previously, fighting, production, and troop training were all neglected, and now entire units are being selected! From scaling pillboxes to marching in ceremonial processions, how many more ways are there to play this game?"

"The anti-Japanese war scenario hasn't ended yet; it turns out it was waiting for Brother Kuang and his crew here. A guard of honor is glorious no matter where they are!"

"I'm so envious, so envious, so envious! Not many units survived the entire War of Resistance with their lives. I only lived to the fifth year before being killed by a stray bullet, sob sob sob..."

"Exactly, me too! Eight years to complete the game with only one life is just too insane! I strongly urge that old fox Luo to add a resurrection function!"

As Kuang Ge scanned the various envious comments, a wide grin spread across his face. Just then, the cadre in charge of the training camp arrived in front of the earthen platform.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, looking from the front of the row of sharp knives to the back.

"Don't laugh yet."

"Once you join the honor guard, your past achievements are just that—past."

"Those who don't perform well in the queue will be eliminated!"

He pointed to the training area outside the threshing ground.

"Starting today, stride length, arm swing, turning, and gun handling—all from scratch!"

"Anyone who walks with their legs crossed will have to practice for two extra hours tonight!"

After the team disbanded, each platoon began to undergo physical examinations and verification.

A soldier named Zhao Daniu from the elite platoon was temporarily kept on because an old injury to his right foot was affecting his stride.

Two years ago, Zhao Daniu was grazed on the ankle by shrapnel during an anti-sweeping operation.

Normally, there are no problems with marching or farming, but when walking at the prescribed pace, my right foot is always half a beat slower.

The opportunity to bring glory to his ancestors was missed because of his injury.

At that moment, Zhao Daniu went around to the back of the mound of earth and squatted there wiping away his tears.

When the old squad leader found him, he quickly lowered his head.

"Platoon leader, let me practice for two more days."

"I'm sure I can keep up!"

The old squad leader didn't scold him; he just squatted down beside him and looked at his right foot.

"Da Niu, do you want to go?"

"I want to!" Zhao Daniu replied sadly, "The whole platoon was selected, but I'm the only one left... I've disgraced the elite platoon."

"Bullshit." The old squad leader tapped him on the back of the head.

"The injuries on my feet are from fighting, not from slacking off."

"Whoever dares to say you're shameful, let them come find me!"

Zhao Daniu bit his lip and still didn't look up.

The old squad leader took a register from his pocket and handed it to him.

"After the whole platoon leaves, someone has to take care of the old guns, old uniforms, and training records."

"Someone needs to keep track of what we practiced each day, who did poorly in which area, and how they corrected it."

"If even one of these items is missing or a page is missing, the sharpest weapon will be less reliable when it's laid out on the outside."

Zhao Daniu slowly raised his head, and the old squad leader pressed the register into his hand.

"Staying behind is also defending the position."

"You're protecting the entire platoon's reputation and honor, understand?"

Zhao Daniu wiped his face with his sleeve and stood up, supporting himself on his knees.

His right foot was still somewhat unsteady when he landed.

This time, however, he stood with his legs straight, then held the register tightly in one hand and gave a proper military salute with the other.

"Platoon leader, please rest assured!"

"One piece of equipment is missing, one page of the log is incomplete. Come back and get it, I'm here to hold you accountable!"

At noon that day, a 500-person honor guard set off from their post, carrying their packs.

The troops marched for a full day and arrived at their encampment near Yan'an Airport before nightfall.

As soon as the soldiers entered the cave dwelling, they saw sets of neatly folded new military uniforms laid out on the kang (heated brick bed).

The collar was neat, and not a single button was missing.

The wooden buckets delivered by the cooks contained steamed buns made of white flour and hot dishes with meat.

Pao Zai picked up a steamed bun, lowered his head, and smelled it.

Then I smelled it again.

Crazy Brother slapped him on the back of the head.

"Hey, squad leader, what are you smelling? Maybe it's carved from wood?"

"No," Pao Zai replied seriously, "I was afraid I'd eat too fast and not taste anything."

Several soldiers nearby burst out laughing.

Pao Zai then opened his mouth and took a big bite.

The white steamed buns were soft and fluffy, and several images popped into Pao Zai's mind.

"This is the kind of life a human being should live!"

"It smells so good!"

Soon, only the sound of chewing remained in the cave dwelling.

One soldier, having eaten half of his bun, couldn't bear to move any further and tried to stuff the remaining half into his satchel.

The cook saw it and tapped the rim of the bucket with the handle of his spoon.

"Eat it all!"

"We'll start training in formation tomorrow. You'll be hungry someday!"

"It would be truly shameful to faint on the training field if you didn't eat your fill at this meal!"

Only then did the soldier take the steamed bun out again.

Kuang Ge picked up a piece of meat with marbling on it, and was about to put it in his mouth when the curtain was lifted.

A cold wind blew into the cave dwelling, and several cadres accompanied a high-ranking official as he entered.

The soldiers immediately put down their bowls and stood up in unison.

The leader glanced at the new military uniforms on the kang (heated brick bed), then at the soldiers whose shoes were still covered in yellow dust.

"Sit down, everyone, and eat first."

Nobody moved.

Only when the team leader gave the order again did everyone sit down again.

The big boss stood in the middle of the cave dwelling, his gaze sweeping over the faces of everyone present.

"Comrades, this ceremonial mission is very special."

"When you stand up, you represent the Red Army and shoulder the heavy responsibility entrusted to you by the entire liberated area's military and civilians."

"Many people outside have never seen us. They don't know what kind of team we are, or how we've gotten to where we are all these years."

"This time, let them see for themselves our military discipline and our style."

"Let them see what a soldier who comes from the common people really looks like!"

"On the day of the parade, stand tall and show your best spirit so that everyone who comes will remember our people's army!"

The soldiers in the cave all stood up at the same time.

The order was sent outside and then relayed to the neighboring cave dwellings and courtyards.

The combined voices of five hundred honor guard soldiers made the curtains tremble.

"yes!"