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

The year moves forward to 1947!

On both banks of the Yellow River, two red torrents began to move.

They crossed the Yellow River and launched a proactive southward offensive, heading straight for the Dabie Mountains.

Even the madman stopped laughing.

The two troops were isolated and deep in enemy territory, with a river behind them and the strategic rear area that the main force had cultivated for many years in front of them.

If any link in the chain breaks, both of these sharp blades could be broken inside.

Hawkeye, who had been staring at the sand table, suddenly raised his hand.

"Don't just look in front, look behind too."

Everyone looked in the direction Hawkeye was pointing.

At first, they only saw some very small black dots.

But as the sand table was enlarged, those black dots turned into people.

On the dirt road, the elderly, women, and young adults pushed wheelbarrows and carried loads on shoulder poles, walking forward step by step.

The truck was loaded with food and ammunition.

The stretcher team followed behind, and civilians led mules and horses, delivering bags of grain to the front lines.

The line is too long.

The people ahead have already crossed the mountain ridge, but the people behind haven't even left the village yet.

Ruan Ruan saw a woman stop by the roadside and take off her worn-out straw sandals.

She wrapped the blisters on her feet with strips of cloth, put her straw sandals back on, and caught up with the group ahead.

Ruan Ruan tightened her grip on the old squad leader's arm.

"They didn't have much to eat themselves, but they still kept sending food forward."

This is fighting the main force, not the Japanese invaders, yet the villagers still support them.

Over the years, the villagers have come to see what kind of people the main force really are.

The Red Army remained true to its original aspirations from the Long March to the War of Resistance against Japan!

A supply line that didn't originally exist on the map was created by thousands of feet.

The wheels rolled across the loess soil, leaving two long tracks, as more and more people joined the support team.

At the same time, the main force's controlled area continued to shrink, the replenishment rate slowed down, and the number of soldiers continued to decline.

The Red Legion, on the other hand, grew larger and larger, and established more and more bases.

In every place they went, there were people to guide them, people to deliver food, and people to send their children to join the ranks.

Ruan Ruan looked at the endless queue, and her nose felt a little sore.

"The main force has planes and artillery, but we have so many people protecting us."

"What do they have to compare with us on?"

They were initially somewhat surprised by the result, but not really.

Because they have gotten through these years with the help of their fellow villagers.

They were sincere to the people, and the people reciprocated with sincerity; that's all.

But that's easier said than done; who can actually stick to it when it comes to putting it into practice?

Even without looking at the wheelbarrows, Kuang Ge nodded.

"Hmph! What kind of army is the main force? What kind of army is our Red Legion? What do they have to compare with us?"

"The villagers are unwilling to guide them, so no matter how many cars there are, they can only drive around on the road."

"We have people pushing carts, people rowing boats, and people bringing up the last bit of food—that's real support!"

"The enemy controls the map, while our Red Legion gets the men!"

The timeline turned again, and in 1948, the ice and snow in the north lit up first.

The Red Legion swiftly cut off the enemy's retreat, confining its main force to an increasingly smaller area.

Then close the door, divide them up, and annihilate them one by one.

Immediately afterwards, on the Central Plains, countless troops launched large-scale incursions, and the battle lines constantly intersected.

The soldiers of the Red Legion traveled by day and by night.

Without enough vehicles, the soldiers had to advance on foot.

Many troops bypassed the main force's front and cut off railways, highways, and ferries before the enemy could react, closing in one encirclement after another.

Heavy troops were deployed to the city walls in the Pingjin area.

Neither side immediately dragged the historic city into the crossfire.

Negotiations and military pressure proceeded simultaneously, and eventually, the city gates were opened.

Many of the defending troops laid down their weapons and accepted reorganization.

Three major battles, three different fighting styles.

In just a few months, more than 1.5 million main force troops were annihilated or reorganized.

The once continuous defensive line was shattered by the Red Legion.

The live stream was silent for several seconds as everyone stared at the arrows on the sand table.

Those arrows traveled along mountain roads, crossed glaciers, outpaced cars, and blocked trains ahead of them.

"To be honest, it's all about indirect tactics. The Red Legion really loves to use flanking maneuvers."

"It's easier said than done. We're almost all light infantry. It's incredibly difficult to outrun them..."

"Before, we only counted guns, cannons, and airplanes; today we realize that supplies, organization, and the people also need to be taken into account!"

The year finally came to an end. In the spring of 1949, the Yangtze River stood in the way of the Red Army.

The river is wide and the current is very rapid.

There were fortifications and artillery on the opposite bank, and warships patrolled the river, while planes flew overhead in waves.

The Red Army's means of crossing the river were countless wooden boats and sailboats.

The boatman sat at the stern.

The soldier lowered his body and hugged his gun to his chest.

The artillery fire landed in the river, and rows of water columns rose up.

The wooden boat was rocked from side to side by the waves, but it was still moving closer to the opposite bank.

One boat capsized, and the next boat immediately took its place.

A battle flag, torn apart by shrapnel, was still held in the arms of a soldier and carried to the riverbank.

The million-strong army finally crossed the river, and the river defense line painstakingly built by the main force was torn apart.

The Red Legion marched forward.

Finally, the red flag riddled with bullet holes was planted on the city walls of the capital that the enemy had occupied for twenty-two years.

The sand table disappeared, and the real street appeared before the five people.

People poured out of doors, alleys, and air-raid shelters, making a great commotion with gongs and drums.

Some people were standing on the rooftops, vigorously waving the red flags they had just sewn.

The dark clouds that had gathered in the sky were pushed aside by waves of cheers.

The sunlight fell down.

The old squad leader stood still.

He stared at the people on the street, his lips trembling several times, but he couldn't say anything immediately.

Tears streamed down his face, etched with wrinkles, but the old squad leader didn't wipe them away.

"We won, we won!" the old squad leader murmured.

"From now on, the children can live a peaceful life."

Pao Zai raised his arm and wiped his eyes with his sleeve, but no matter how much he wiped, they wouldn't get clean.

He finally gave up wiping, grinned, and cried and laughed at the same time.

"Class monitor!"

"We won!"

The smile on Kuang Ge's face vanished. He stood with his feet together, facing the land that had been lit up again.

"Old Li, Little Wu, Suanpan, Deputy Squad Leader Xu... and the brothers who didn't make it this far."

"Open your eyes and look! The road we've forged is open!"

Madman raised his right hand, and Eagle Eye and Softie stood on either side of him.

Seeing this, the old squad leader wiped his face and raised his right hand as well.

Pao Zai straightened his back.

Five people stood above the clouds and saluted this land that they had fought and defended for many years.

The scene continues forward, the clouds are pushed aside, and a tall city gate appears in front.

The square was so crowded that you couldn't see the end of the crowd.

Red flags fluttered in the wind, stretching from the foot of the city gate all the way to the horizon.

Amidst the booming of cannons, the brand-new parade formations marched across the square, their footsteps echoing one after another.

Chests out, heads held high, voices ringing out in unison.

Around the square, people waved their flags, and some carried their children on their shoulders.

The child imitated the adults, waving his little hand.

Pao Zai saw the children.

They were dressed in clean clothes, had fleshy faces, and wore shoes.

The kid grabbed the old squad leader's sleeve.

"Squad leader, look!"

"Just like the baby who will play football in the future!"

The old squad leader saw it too and nodded vigorously.

"We saw it, we saw it all!"

The broadcast came from the city tower and traveled through the radio waves to the ears of everyone on Earth.

"The New Dragon Kingdom is established today!"

The red flags in the square were raised at the same time.

"The people of the Dragon Kingdom, who make up a quarter of the human population, have stood up!"

The entire audience was thrilled.

The old squad leader and the cannon fodder stood in the Heroic Spirit Space, overlooking the red square.

Pao Zai's face was covered in tears, but he was smiling more happily than ever before.

The old squad leader raised his arm and waved vigorously towards the city gate tower.

The next moment, shouts from the square soared into the sky.

The sound traveled over city walls, across mountains and rivers, and even through the realm of heroic spirits.

The figures of the five people were completely engulfed by the red light and cheers.

"Long live the people!"

"Long live the people!"

"Long live the people!"

The sound echoed in the Heroic Spirit Space for a long time.

That tiny fire, sheltered from the snow-capped mountains, grasslands, and trenches, finally spread across the entire land.

The flame of revolution will never be extinguished; long live the people!

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Phew, the War of Resistance chapter is finally over. I have a dazed feeling of the grand finale after finishing it—but, however, it's not over yet!

Although the Liberation arc could only be integrated into the Anti-Japanese War arc to conclude because of Minmin, it hasn't really "fought a decisive blow" yet!

The Korean War arc will be the last major arc, expected to conclude early next year, followed by a smaller arc in the side stories.

In short, regardless of the results, Luo Luo will not continue writing this book indefinitely. Although what Luo Luo should be worried about now is—sob sob sob, don't start building up the book after just one chapter! There aren't many people following the book anymore. Luo Luo gets dizzy just seeing comments that build up four or five hundred chapters. How many chapters is this book even now?!

If it weren't for Luo Luo's strong foundation, she would have been killed by the book-raising program by now. Luo Luo has never talked about book-raising before, but now fewer and fewer people are following her books, so Luo Luo has to beg everyone. Even if it's just to raise a book, she hopes that everyone can click in and take a look from time to time. Even if it's just for a few dozen seconds, it will help Luo Luo's exposure. Please beg everyone!

And also, thank you to everyone who has been following along until now. If it weren't for you, the War of Resistance arc might have ended abruptly, even though the story of Nannan's route hadn't even been written yet—this foreshadowing obviously had to wait until after liberation. I've finally persevered until now and have the opportunity to finish writing the story completely.

In the last four or five months, Lolo really needs everyone's support. I hope more of you can accompany Lolo through the final chapter. Thank you, Meow!

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