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

The lights at the airport base stayed on all night the night before the parade.

The logistics registrar pushed over several flatbed carts and distributed the ceremonial rifles one by one.

Most of the guns were captured from the battlefield.

The boy took the rifle, pulled back the bolt to inspect it, and then looked it over again.

"Is there a problem?" Hawkeye asked.

"No," Pao Zai shook his head and laughed, "I just think it's pretty lucky."

Hawkeye looked at him with a puzzled expression, then listened to Pao Zai's explanation.

"This gun was wasted in the hands of the Japanese before, but today it stands at the forefront with us."

Hawkeye paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Whether the gun is lucky or not, only the person holding the gun knows."

Pao Zai thought for a moment and nodded vigorously.

"right!"

Before dawn, the sound of engines could be heard from the direction of the airport, and five hundred honor guards stood up at the same time.

They fastened their top buttons, straightened their clothes, checked their leg wraps, and then carefully wiped the gun barrel.

As dawn broke through the horizon, the formations were already in place, with the vanguard platoon standing firmly at the very front of the parade.

The roar grew closer.

A transport plane landed in the distance, its wheels pressing against the runway as it slid forward, kicking up clouds of yellow dust.

The wind rushed in from the front of the formation, and sand grains hit the soldiers' faces.

The reception staff on both sides of the runway raised their hands to shield themselves from the wind, and some turned to the side to avoid the oncoming dust.

Not a single person in the honor guard raised their hand or turned their head.

Sand got into their eyes, and several soldiers' eyes immediately turned red, but they kept staring straight ahead.

They mustn't move, they mustn't move at all, because the whole world is watching them!

After the plane came to a stop, the cabin door opened, and the visiting delegation, dressed in suits and woolen coats, disembarked one by one.

The first few people shook hands with the reception staff, then looked at the honor guard and quickly noticed the guns in the soldiers' hands.

The model, length, stock color, and whether the gun body is new or old all differ.

A military representative slowed his pace as he passed by Kuang Ge.

The person accompanying him noticed his gaze and spoke up.

"Most of these guns were captured from the battlefield."

"One of these batches was received from the Japanese resistance base a few days ago."

The representative looked down at the rifle in Kuang Ge's hand. There were several deep marks on the stock, and repair marks were left on the edge of the handguard.

This is not a ceremonial gun in a display case; it actually saw combat.

The casual expression on the US representative's face gradually disappeared.

He raised his head again and looked at the soldier holding the gun.

Madman didn't move, and neither did anyone in the Sharp Knife Platoon.

But when the other person's gaze swept over them, everyone gripped their guns even tighter and straightened their backs a little more.

The equipment may be different, but the steps we take next must be the same.

The command was given in front of the inspection position, and the password was given across the airport.

"Forward!"

Five hundred people started at the same time, and the formation moved forward along the airport runway.

Black cloth shoes trod across the hard ground, the hem of the coarse cloth military uniform swayed with the swing of the arms, and the inspection position drew ever closer.

Kuang Ge could hear his own breathing, and he could also hear the footsteps of the entire team behind him.

Thirty meters... twenty meters... ten meters... the command to change directions sounded.

"Marching—forward!"

Five hundred legs were raised at the same time, toes pointed down, and leg bindings tightened.

The next second—

"Snapped!"

Five hundred black cloth shoes landed at the same time.

The sound echoed along the airport runway, leaving a heavy thud.

Only the sound of footsteps remained in the entire column, the bayonets forming a straight, bright line in the morning light.

One by one, the people who had been talking quietly by the track fell silent.

They even turned around and stood facing the opposing group.

Even the bigwigs standing next to the reception area were stunned.

They first looked at the neat lines of legs, then at the young faces at the very front of the formation.

One of the big shots slowly straightened his back.

The momentum of the team in front of them exceeded their original expectations.

As Kuang Ge moved forward step by step, he heard only one voice in his ears. No one was half a beat ahead, and no one was half a beat behind.

Five hundred people, now only one pair of feet remain!

The formation moved to the front of the reviewing position.

The military personnel in the visiting delegation stood at attention and returned the salute.

The other attendants also stopped talking and stood at attention.

What they were facing was not a well-equipped army.

The uniforms were simple, most of the weapons were captured, and the soldiers even wore only black cloth shoes.

But when the team passed the inspection position, not a single person acted rashly.

The same footsteps silenced the wind at the airport, and the formation continued forward.

After the march was completed, the command was given again.

"Stand still!"

"Snapped!"

Five hundred people came to a stop at the same time.

The airport was quiet for a moment, then applause erupted from the inspection post and quickly spread.

After the US delegation boarded their vehicles and left, the honor guard remained in formation.

No one dared to make the first move.

The training officers did not turn around until the convoy had driven far away.

He looked at the five hundred faces before him, reddened by the wind and sand, and his Adam's apple bobbed twice.

Just over twenty days ago, the sounds of these people landing were not even in sync.

Now, they have made the entire airport remember their footsteps!

The training officer took a deep breath.

"Comrades!"

"arrive!"

Five hundred people responded in unison.

"This inspection mission!" he shouted with all his might, the last four words, "completely accomplished!"

The queue fell silent for a moment, and then all the emotions that had been suppressed for more than twenty days exploded out.

"It's done!"

"We made it down!"

"Not a single one was messed up!"

The soldiers could no longer hold back; they hugged each other, patted each other on the back, and their eyes reddened with emotion.

Pao Zai was surrounded by the soldiers of the Seventh Platoon, who patted each of them on the shoulder.

"Squad leader, did I go to the wrong place?"

"No!"

"Are you sure you didn't go to the wrong place?"

Pao Zai nodded seriously.

"Hawkeye hasn't said anything, that's for sure!"

Mouse squeezed out of the crowd and bumped into Crazy Brother with his shoulder.

"Squad leader, did you see that?"

"Those foreign guests' eyes were practically glued to us!"

Crazy Bro snorted, "That's what you call being unsophisticated!"

The mouse grinned, "So, does this mean we've finally stepped onto the world stage?"

Kuang Ge glanced back at the still-neat square formation.

"Yes! And I'm standing right at the front!"

The mouse laughed even harder.

Just then, footsteps were heard outside the crowd, and the soldiers quickly made way for them.

A big shot dressed in coarse cotton clothes strode through the crowd.

He first shook hands with the old squad leader, then patted Crazy Brother on the shoulder.

Then, he looked at the five hundred honor guards in front of him.

"Comrades!"

The cheers gradually subsided.

The boss's voice echoed throughout the airport area.

"You have completed this mission exceptionally well, and you have lived up to the expectations of the Red Legion and the people!"

"You have shown our visiting guests the discipline, style, and strength of our team!"

At this point, he raised his hands and solemnly clasped them in a fist salute to everyone.

"On behalf of the Red Legion headquarters, thank you everyone!"

Five hundred soldiers stood at attention at the same time.

At that moment, everything at the airport came to a standstill.

The wind has died down.

The cheers stopped.

A military cap, just thrown up by a soldier, hangs in mid-air.

The yellow dust, suspended in the sunlight, was clearly visible, with each grain clearly discernible.

The smile on Kuang Ge's face slowly faded, and Eagle Eyes turned his gaze to scan the surroundings.

Ruan Ruan subconsciously took half a step toward the old squad leader.

Three system notifications appeared before them simultaneously.

[Historical Mission: To be reviewed by the world – Completed!]

[The final settlement for "Red Expedition: Total War" is about to begin!]

Kuang Ge let out a breath.

Eight years.

From the first battle to the enemy's surrender, and from the battlefield all the way here, this chapter is finally coming to a close.

He was about to call out to Hawkeye and Softie when a soft sound came from the side.

Click.

Kuang Ge's body stiffened.

In this absolutely still space and time, the old sergeant, who should have been frozen in time with the other NPCs, slowly turned around.

A few steps away, Pao Zai also moved and looked over with the old squad leader.

A faint golden light slowly shone from the depths of their pupils.

That was the light belonging to the realm of heroic spirits.