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

boom!

After settling the score, the game ended, and Kuang Ge slammed his virtual reality headset on the table.

The neon lights outside the window shone into the room, and the poster of "Red Expedition" on the wall was cut into pieces of colorful light spots.

Kuang Ge leaned back in his gaming chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Ten minutes later, he raised his hand to rub his face and looked down at his hands.

His hands were intact, his knuckles were not frostbitten, and there were no calluses on his palms, yet he had just been at the very front of the queue at Yan'an Airport.

They followed the team for 25,000 li and endured eight years on the battlefield. They really lived a good part of their lives in the game.

Kuang Ge picked up his phone, opened the group chat, stared at the pinned group "Snow Mountain Demolition Office" for a few seconds, and then suddenly smiled.

The snow-capped mountains... that was a long, long time ago.

He lowered his head and typed a line of text.

"I'm hungry, let's go out for a late-night snack!"

Half an hour later, at the food stalls on the corner of Tomato City.

The sizzling sound of oil coming from the wok echoed through the night as the charcoal fire at the barbecue stall pushed white smoke into the night sky.

At the next table, a few shirtless burly men were having a drinking contest, their beer bottles clinking together.

Kuang Ge changed into a large black T-shirt and sat on a low plastic stool.

Hawkeye was wearing a gray windbreaker, while Ruan Ruan changed into a loose pink sun-protective shirt and casually tied her hair into a ponytail.

The waiter came over with the menu.

Ruan Ruan took off her mask and said with a smile.

"Please add plenty of chopped green onions and chili peppers; we'd like a large portion of meat!"

The waiter paused for a moment, then quickly nodded.

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away!"

Before long, steaming hot stir-fried rice noodles were served, along with dozens of sizzling lamb skewers.

Kuang Ge broke open a disposable chopstick, picked up a large clump of rice noodles, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The aroma of soy sauce, cumin, and chili peppers assaults the nostrils.

He chewed a few bites, then downed half a bottle of ice-cold beer before letting out a long sigh.

"This Red Expedition is just too damn grueling."

Hawkeye picked up a skewer of mutton, took a bite, and didn't say anything.

Kuang Ge stared at the rice noodles in front of him, stirring the food in the plate with his chopsticks.

"I used to think that beating a game was just a moment of fun."

"As I eat this bowl of noodles now, my mind is filled with thoughts of those who have drifted apart from me."

Too many people have gotten separated.

War is no easy thing.

Upon hearing this, Ruan Ruan picked a piece of fatty meat off the skewer, stuffed it into her mouth, chewed it, and then wiped her mouth with a tissue.

"But this battle we fought wasn't in vain!"

It wasn't a wasted effort.

Looking back now, Ruanruan wouldn't even recognize herself when she first played "Red Expedition".

Hawkeye, however, spoiled the mood by suddenly saying something.

The episode on the Korean War has problems.

Kuang Ge and Ruan Ruan were both taken aback. Kuang Ge laughed and scolded.

"Hey, you haven't even eaten a few bites of food and you're already dismantling the game?"

"Yeah, the Korean War is just too weird." Hawkeye pulled out a napkin and tapped it on the table with his fingertip.

"First, the old squad leader has been reset to his peak condition from the Long March era."

"Secondly, that old scoundrel Luo gave us twenty resurrection opportunities, but did you notice that he didn't explain what these so-called resurrections are?"

Crazy Brother tore off a piece of grilled tendon and chewed it with a crunching sound.

"Didn't the War of Resistance arc say that resurrection is like saving the game?"

"Although it seems a bit abnormal for that old scoundrel Luo to start acting like a human..."

"But!" Crazy Brother slammed the bamboo skewer on the table. "What are we afraid of?"

"Even if we underestimate the difficulty of the Korean War, we still have twenty lives to spare!"

"If we can't even beat the game with twenty lives, wouldn't those players with only ten resurrections be in even worse shape?"

Hawkeye was speechless after what Crazy Brother said.

They completed the Long March and the War of Resistance against Japan on realistic historical difficulty, giving them ten more lives than players who only experience the story mode. What are they afraid of?

Surely Luo can't make them die twenty times, can he?

Hawkeye could hardly imagine what kind of battle could have made these elite soldiers die twenty times over.

Although Luo Laozei is a scoundrel, he probably wouldn't do something as destructive as destroying a game file.

At this moment, Ruanruan handed two handfuls of mutton to Kuangge and Yingyan.

"Oh, let's not talk about that anymore, let's eat first."

"We came out to relax, aren't you tired of chatting about all this?"

Just then, a chubby boy of about twelve or thirteen years old from the next table came over carrying a plate of grilled oysters.

He stood by the table, his face flushed.

"Hello, Crazy Bro! Hello, Hawkeye Bro! Hello, Softie Sister!"

The chubby boy put the oyster down and gave a military salute.

Kuang Ge quickly stood up and wiped his hands on his black T-shirt.

"Hey, young man, are you also a soldier of the Crimson Legion?"

The chubby boy nodded vigorously.

"My parents watch your live streams with me every day!"

As he spoke, he pointed to a table of middle-aged couples not far away.

The couple had already stood up, raising their beer glasses and smiling in this direction.

"Go, Kuang-ge! We're rooting for you guys!"

"The elite squad is awesome!"

Several young diners at nearby tables had already recognized Brother Kuang and his group, but they had all been keeping their composure.

Now that someone has taken the lead, others immediately raise their glasses or take photos with their phones.

Some people even turned up the volume of the live stream replay that was playing.

"Crazy Bro, keep it up in the next chapter!"

"Hawkeye, don't let that old bastard Locke fool you!"

"Ruan Ruan, be careful!"

The sound traveled from one end of the food stall to the other.

Kuang Ge picked up his wine glass and circled around.

Thanks!

"Next time, let's take on the task just like before!"

After he finished speaking, he tilted his head back and drank the beer in his glass in one gulp.

The chubby boy at the next table was still standing, his eyes filled with admiration.

Kuang Ge patted him on the shoulder.

"Eat your food properly, don't be like me and take the blame, that thing is so heavy."

The chubby boy nodded immediately, "I want to be a sniper when I grow up!"

Hawkeye glanced at him, his gaze undeniably intimidating.

"Finish your meal first."

The chubby boy immediately sat back down, picked up his chopsticks, and buried himself in his food.

Ruan Ruan looked at everyone with a smile on her face.

After laughing for a while, she lowered her head and bit into the meat skewer again.

"Everyone is happy, but the old squad leader is still alone in the Heroic Spirit Space."

"He's definitely studying that announcement again."

Kuang Ge put down his wine glass and slammed his hand on the table.

"That old scoundrel Luo should be making an official announcement soon. We'll go online and watch it with the old squad leader then, so he won't have to worry about it all by himself!"

"Especially with resurrection, we have to tell him that it's not the dead coming back to life."

Hawkeye hadn't intended to bring this up, but couldn't help glancing at Madman.

Are you sure you understand it yourself?

Kuang Ge picked up a large mouthful of rice noodles, his eyes full of wisdom.

"I'll eat first, and I'll understand after I finish!"

Hawkeye: "..."

Laughter erupted again from the food stall.

Ruan Ruan chuckled and shook her head, then took out her phone and opened the Tomato Video platform.

The homepage had just been refreshed when a large number of red keywords filled the screen.

A million-strong Red Army crossed the river; the founding ceremony brought a new lease on life to the nation; not a single one of the eighty-two martyrs was missing; the first online tribute to the elite platoon...

Almost all of the top ten trending topics are related to "Red Expedition".

But as Ruan Ruan swiped across the screen, she suddenly saw a new video edited by Luo An Studio, which was displayed at the top of the platform.

Ruan Ruan stared at the screen for two seconds, then immediately grabbed Kuang Ge's sleeve and reached out to pull Eagle Eye.

"Crazy Bro! Hawkeye! Look at this!"

Crazy Bro had a clove of garlic in his mouth and almost choked when she pulled him.

"What video?"

"That old scoundrel Luo has put us on the list!"

Ruan Ruan pushed her phone in front of the two of them and raised her voice.

Hawkeye looked down at the screen; the cover had been split in two.

On the left is a snow pit in Jiajin Mountain.

Crazy Bro had yellow hair, tears and snot frozen on his face, and he was holding a piece of dry grass root that he couldn't bite.

Hawkeye stood to the side, looking disgusted as he slammed a Hanyang rifle onto the ice.

Ruan Ruan huddled in the snowdrift, hugging her arms and crying out that she had obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness.

On the right is Yan'an Airport.

Under the azure sky, the red flag fluttered in the wind.

The five hundred people stood in neat rows, with Crazy Brother, Eagle Eye, and Softie at the very front.

The three men were dressed in gray military uniforms, their guns pointed upwards, their shoulders and backs ramrod straight.

It was the same three people.

The person on the left looks like a player who has just entered the game, while the person on the right is a veteran who has gone through the Long March and the War of Resistance Against Japan.

Between the two images, there is a line of large, blood-red characters.

"From pampered good-for-nothings to pillars of the nation, they spent ten years giving this prosperous era a strong backbone!"

Crazy Brother stared at the words "spoiled good-for-nothing" for two seconds, and his eye twitched.

"Damn it, Luo, you old bastard, are you going to curse again?"

Crazy Brother put the garlic back on the plate, raised his finger to point at the screen, and suddenly his expression changed.

"Hey, that's a good insult!"