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

The next morning, before the thin mist had dissipated near Yan'an Airport, a sharp shout shattered the ranks of five hundred people.

"stop!"

He stopped his erratic footsteps.

The cadre in charge of the training pointed to the third column, then to the fifth column.

"Arm swing is inadequate! Stride length is inconsistent!"

"That guy behind him, he's like he's chasing a cooking pot, he has no footing!"

A few low chuckles escaped from the ranks, and the training officer's eyes widened.

"Those who laugh, let's practice more!"

The laughter stopped immediately.

The training officer walked to the front of the formation and personally demonstrated the procedure.

Their steps were steady, their movements were synchronized, and they were full of energy.

But after only a few steps, Kuang Ge's eyelid twitched.

No, this isn't a version at all.

After logging off yesterday, he deliberately dragged Hawkeye and Softie along and spent the whole day in the real training field.

The three of them dug up all their memories from military training during their student days, thinking they could show off in the ranks today, but it turned out that what they were practicing here was not modern marching at all.

After holding back for a few seconds, Kuang Ge couldn't resist any longer and stepped out of the queue.

"Report!"

The training officer turned his head.

"speak!"

"The three of us have a set of steps, and we'd like to ask you to take a look," Crazy Brother requested to start the show.

The training officer looked at Crazy Brother with a puzzled expression, then at Hawkeye and Softie.

"The three of you?"

"yes!"

The three of them, including Kuang Ge, answered at the same time.

Hawkeye and Softie clearly understood that Madman was unwilling to train for nothing, and they were actually unwilling as well.

After all, the modern goose step has more to say than the training of that time.

But the training officer frowned slightly.

He recognized the elite platoon, but being good at fighting doesn't mean you can march in a good formation.

"What if it doesn't look good coming out?"

The training officer still asked a question, without giving a direct answer.

The three men smiled confidently.

"We'll train as usual, the three of us will double our effort!"

"Alright." The training officer stepped aside. "Step forward, let's do one!"

The three of them stepped out of the group at the same time.

The viewers in the live stream immediately perked up.

"To be honest, I also feel this training isn't quite right, but are Kuang Ge and the others up to it? Look at how we marched during our military training..."

"Ahem, anyway, during my military training, one class could produce three different sects!"

But don't underestimate the bond between the three of us!

The three of them walked to the starting point of the open space, stood at attention with their feet together, and immediately lost the relaxed air they had just exuded.

Madman stared straight ahead, his chest heaving.

"Marching—forward!"

Lift all three legs at the same time, straighten the insteps, press the toes down, then swing the arms forward, and quickly bring the back arms into position.

"Snapped!"

Three black cloth shoes landed simultaneously on the frozen yellow earth, yet the sound came from only one point.

The second step.

"Snapped!"

third step.

"Snapped!"

The three walked forward side by side.

The shoulder line was perfect, the leg height was perfect, and the arm swings were neat, which stunned the five hundred soldiers.

Seriously?! You guys really know how?!

The old sergeant looked at the three of them with even greater surprise. When did these three learn that "goose step" they were talking about?

Weren't we all asleep last night?

The training officers' eyes lit up.

He first squatted down to look at the footprints left behind the three men, then quickly walked around to their side to observe their arm swings and body movements.

He only raised his hand after the three of them had walked the entire distance.

"Turn around, let's try again! This time bring a gun!"

The soldier next to him immediately handed him three training rifles.

Crazy Brother took the gun, checked the sling, and returned to the starting point.

The second time, the three men advanced with their guns close to their sides, the tips of their bayonets always pressed against a straight line.

After walking several dozen steps, no one swayed or made a fuss; there was still only one footstep.

The training officer finally walked up to the three of them, pressed the gun barrel of Crazy Brother, and then looked at Eagle Eye and Softie.

"How far can this set of steps take you?"

"Short-distance inspections are fine," Hawkeye concluded directly, "but it's more physically demanding than the original route."

"Ankles, knees, and core all need to be retrained."

"And my feet are prone to blisters," Ruan Ruan added.

"The training volume cannot be increased too much at once, otherwise a group of people will be injured before the parade even begins."

The training officer looked at the three of them, including Kuang Ge, and nodded thoughtfully.

What he feared most was that these three veterans would only care about the looks, but the three of them had even considered the cost—this elite platoon had a treasure!

The training officer looked back at the two rows of footprints on the loess soil and stepped on one of the landing spots.

"That's a good step!"

"When you lift your leg, you must straighten your back; when your foot lands, your momentum should also drop."

After speaking, the training officer turned to face the five hundred people.

"Learn the sharpest skills first!"

"Practice the movements individually in the morning, then the whole team will assess the results in the afternoon!"

Just as Kuang Ge was about to laugh, the training officer glared at him.

"Don't get too cocky yet; you're the ones who set this example."

"If the elite platoon gets separated first, the three of you won't be sleeping tonight!"

The three of them, Madman and his companion, stood heel to heel, shouting, "We promise we won't get separated!"

Over the next twenty days, the soles of the shoes of the five hundred people wore thinner and thinner.

When the command to switch from marching to parade step was given, and only the sound of footsteps echoed across the training ground, the first complete rehearsal came to an end.

A formation of 500 people stood by the airport runway, and the training officers walked around the formation.

He first looked at his toes, then at the gun line, and finally stopped in front of the sniper platoon.

"Great! Those twenty-odd days of training weren't wasted!"

"The gun-holding line didn't fray, and the footwork wasn't chaotic."

The training officer walked up to the old squad leader, then looked at the three men, including the madman, at the front of the line, and suddenly pointed to the very front of the entire formation.

"Spearhead Platoon! Move them to the very front of the first formation!"

"You will lead the entire guard of honor and set the benchmark!"

Everyone in the elite platoon was stunned for a moment.

Soon, all eyes fell on Crazy Brother, Eagle Eye, and Softie.

Although the elite platoon had outstanding combat achievements.

But the reason they were able to stand at the very front of the 500 people this time was because they were the first to march out of their platoon.

The old squad leader glanced at Crazy Brother, then at Eagle Eye and Softie, his face beaming with barely suppressed laughter.

Then he looked at the other comrades in the queue, raising his head even higher.

Hehe, another day of pride for the old father!