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

The old squad leader stared at the line of text, his finger hovering at his side.

Not long ago, the White Bear Kingdom was on the same side as the Dragon Kingdom on the international stage.

When it came time to actually take the risks, the other side chose to avoid a direct military conflict with the United States.

The White Bear Kingdom only agreed to provide loans to the Dragon Kingdom for the purchase of weapons.

As for air force cover, at most it will only protect China's airspace along the Yalu River, and will not cross the river directly into the Korean Peninsula battlefield.

The fist that Madman raised stopped in mid-air, and suddenly smashed through the holographic sand table.

"To hell with the White Bear Kingdom!"

"They were the loudest when they were leaving, but when it came to actually using knives, they hid in the back lending money?"

"Is 'a plane circling the riverbank considered support'?"

The problem is that the proxy war on the Korean Peninsula was originally a matter between the United States and the United States.

Now let them monoclonal antibodies?

Are they really going to make them take out loans to buy equipment and clean up the mess left by the White Bear Kingdom?

The old squad leader glared at Crazy Brother.

"Stop hurling insults; insults won't change the course of the battle."

"I know!" Crazy Bro gritted his teeth, "but this is just too frustrating!"

Without an air force, daytime marches would expose them to enemy aircraft.

Without enough heavy artillery, enemy armored vehicles and artillery positions could only be approached little by little by infantry.

Even lighting a fire to cook could attract bombing.

Based on the sand table simulation, this will be a war with a huge disparity in equipment.

The United States possesses air superiority, sea control, and a fully mechanized military.

What the Dragon Kingdom could offer was mainly light infantry, light weapons, and combat experience gained from the recent end of a long war.

But the Red Army on the sand table did not stop.

Teams, dressed in thin cotton-padded clothes and carrying old rifles, gathered along the night and mountain roads toward the Yalu River.

Even without the support of the White Bear Nation, and even though the Dragon Nation's economy and military are far behind those of the United States.

Why should China have to consider whether it has the right to retaliate when the United States brings the war to the banks of the Yangtze River?

China will never tolerate the invasion of its territory or such blatant threats from the United States.

Action is the best answer from the Chinese People's Volunteer Army!

The next moment, the sand table screen went completely dark, and the sound of war drums came from afar.

The first sound was very low.

By the time the second shout rang out, the troops had already crossed the Yalu River.

As the third sound rang out, amidst the swirling snowflakes, countless red figures converged into a long line stretching northward.

The drumbeats grew increasingly urgent.

As the final sound faded, only ten large characters remained in the center of the screen.

"A single punch can ward off a hundred more!"

"Good!" The old squad leader stared at the ten large characters, then forcefully clenched his fist. "Well said!"

"I knew it! Our Red Army never starts trouble, so why would we suddenly get into a fight with the United States?"

The old squad leader raised his hand and pointed to the already extinguished sand table.

"They were the ones who flew their planes over our heads first, dropped bombs on our land, and even brought troops from more than a dozen countries to the Yalu River!"

"They've already stepped on our doorstep, are we really going to back down?"

"The relationship between nations is the same as that between two armies."

"If you give him a break today, he'll dare to take ten more steps tomorrow and point a gun at your door!"

The old squad leader clenched his fist and slammed it heavily on the edge of the holographic sand table.

"So what if we don't have airplanes and cannons?"

"Even if we have to use a bone to block this punch, we have to throw it!"

In the live stream, the first fist then jumped out.

Soon, the screen was filled with countless fists.

"Yeah, let's fucking get them! They're practically blocking our doorstep, what right do they have to talk about being right?"

"A single punch can ward off a hundred more!"

The screen was filled with fists for several minutes before the speed gradually decreased.

Kuang Ge loosened his clenched fist, which had become sore, and looked up at the space above the Heroic Spirits.

There was a huge countdown there: two days, twenty-three hours, and forty-nine minutes left.

"No way, we've got our emotions all out there, and we still have to wait three more days?" Madman's face fell instantly. "That old bastard Luo really knows how to pick a time!"

At that moment, a warm yellow light suddenly appeared above the Heroic Spirit Space.

The light fell on the old squad leader and stopped in front of him.

The old squad leader reached out and caught it.

After the light faded, a black and white photograph fell into his palm.

"This is……"

The old squad leader's thumb landed on Xiulan's face, then moved to Nannan's pigtails.

Isn't this a family photo that only Kuangwazi and his two friends have?

How come he has one too?

The old squad leader looked up at the three stunned men, and asked.

"Is there any other use for this photo?"

"Yes." Hawkeye took a step closer and pointed to the faint light in the lower right corner of the photo.

"This faint light means that as long as Nannan is alive and within a ten-kilometer radius of us, this photo will generate heat."

The old squad leader was stunned for a while before looking down at his palm again.

"Ten kilometers..."

He read the distance aloud.

"As long as you're alive, you'll feel hot?"

"Yes," Hawkeye reminded, "but it can't point the way, nor will it tell us where Nannan is."

"There will only be a reaction when you enter within ten kilometers."

Kuang Ge patted the old squad leader on the shoulder.

"Any response is enough."

"If we really run into her, at least we won't just pass her by!"

The old squad leader looked at the photo and murmured, his eyes reddening.

"Good stuff, really good stuff..."

He finally understood what it meant when the Mad Kid and the others in the Heroic Spirit Space always called themselves "players."

And he, someone who shouldn't have existed after Jiajin Mountain, became the special player in the eyes of Kuangwazi and his friends.

Ruan Ruan lowered her head and took out her family photo to recall and calculate.

"From 1935 to 1950, fifteen years have passed."

Back then, the little girl was only as tall as the stove.

When I saw her again, she was already a young woman in her early twenties.

But in those fifteen years, the war never truly stopped.

No one knows how Sister Xiulan managed to raise her daughter alone.

"We made a pinky promise with her before we left Ruijin back then."

Ruan Ruan raised her hand and gestured to her waist.

"We'll go back to see her when her hair reaches her waist."

"I even promised to give her a hair accessory and carry a sack of candy for her..."

Ruan Ruan pursed her lips and stopped talking, then continued after a while.

"But she waited for fifteen years, and we never went back even once."

With just a few soft words, Ruan Ruan silenced the old squad leader, Kuang Ge, and Hawkeye.

Especially for Brother Kuang, the crisp phrase "No change for a hundred years" echoed in his ears again.

For them, it was just the end of a dungeon run.

For Nannan, it meant that her father and older siblings left home and never returned.

She sniffed softly, tears welling up in her eyes, and asked.

"Do you think she'll hate us?"

"Don't you think that her father, and her older brothers and sisters, are all liars?"

Crazy Brother suddenly raised his head.

"How is that possible!"

He shouted loudly, but his voice clearly lacked conviction.

"Our daughter is so sensible, she'll definitely understand!"

"Besides, even if she's really angry..."

"Alright!" the old squad leader snapped, interrupting the three brothers' wild thoughts. "Get your faces cleaned up!"

"Why are you all looking so long-faced on such a wonderful day?"

The old squad leader carefully put away the family photo and straightened his back again.

"I, a person who died on the snowy mountain long ago, have been able to follow you to this day, witness the establishment of the new Dragon Kingdom, and see that we are no longer spineless people who can be trampled on by anyone."

"My life has been worthwhile!"

The three men, including Kuang Ge, stood up straight at the same time, and the old squad leader looked them over.

"Whether our daughter resents us or not, there's no point in guessing now."

"Whether we have a chance to meet or not, we'll see when we enter the battlefield in three days."

"What we should be doing now is celebrating the founding of the New Dragon Kingdom!"

The old squad leader waved his hand, concealing his inner unease.

"We're all full now!"

"You need to have something in your belly to have strength in your legs."

"Only with strong legs can we deal with those allied foreign powers!"

"That's right!" Crazy Bro immediately responded, as he was best at livening up the atmosphere.

"This time we're going to take on sixteen at once, and show those guys who only know how to intimidate with their equipment what the Chinese People's Volunteer Army is all about!"

Hawkeye glanced at Madman and couldn't help but expose him.

"It's one against seventeen, you missed the Southern Dynasty army."

The smile on Kuang Ge's face froze for half a second, and he glared fiercely at Eagle Eye. You little brat, you just love to sabotage things, don't you!

"Takaji..."

Just as the word "girl" was about to be uttered, Ruan Ruan interrupted the two of them in their banter.

"Alright, you two, stop calculating whether it's sixteen or seventeen."

She turned to look at the old squad leader and asked the most practical question at hand.

"So, what should we eat to celebrate the founding of the New Dragon Kingdom?"