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

"Is that even a question?"

With a wave of his hand, Brother Kuang placed a large eight-immortal table in front of the four of them.

Shandong cuisine's braised pork intestines, Sichuan cuisine's boiled sliced ​​pork, Cantonese cuisine's crispy suckling pig... each of the eight major cuisines was served in a large portion, making the old sergeant's eyelids twitch twice.

Putting everything else aside, the roast suckling pig alone took up almost half the table—that's way too much!

"You crazy kid, why did you order so much?" The old squad leader pointed at the table, about to scold him.

"There are four of us in total, and even if we eat our fill, we can't finish half of it. Isn't this a waste?"

Kuang Ge chuckled and first stuffed a large piece of Dongpo pork into the old squad leader's bowl.

"This is the space for heroic spirits, not something moved from the granaries of ordinary people."

"If we can't finish it, let the system take it back. We'll order more next time. Let's not waste the crops!"

The old squad leader looked at the meat in the bowl, then at the roast suckling pig, and asked again to confirm.

"Can it really be taken back?"

"Yes!" Crazy Brother answered decisively.

"Even if he can't, Madman will take care of finishing it," Hawkeye added from the side.

"Eight large plates, one for each of us, and you can eat five of the ones you ordered."

"It's a celebration today, what's wrong with ordering a few more dishes?" Crazy Brother glared at Eagle Eyes, unconvinced.

He just called out "Eagle Two" once, why is Hawkeye still thinking about him!

"Nothing much." Hawkeye picked up a piece of boiled pork and put it into the soft bowl.

"Today is a good day, we should definitely order more."

After hearing this, Kuang Ge immediately stopped arguing.

He picked up his wine glass, looked around at the dishes on the table, and suddenly smacked his lips.

"It's a pity that Pao Zai ran away too early."

"With his small frame, just seeing this table full of meat would make his drool run down to his feet!"

"Who told him to run so fast? He didn't get to eat it." The old squad leader snorted.

"Let's eat our food. Next time we meet, we'll tell him the names of the dishes one by one, and make that silly kid drool."

Ruan Ruan picked up a piece of squirrel-shaped mandarin fish and smiled.

"Then I'll describe the taste to him later."

"No need." Hawkeye picked up his glass. "Just tell Cannon Boy how much Madman ate; that would be more lethal."

"Eagle Two Girl, are you determined to make things difficult for me today?"

Kuang Ge pretended to elbow him, and a disturbance broke out at the dinner table.

The old squad leader watched the three rascals bickering, chuckled, cursed, and then picked up his wine bowl.

"Alright, you lot, toast the New Dragon Kingdom first!"

The three men, Kuang Ge and his companion, stopped fooling around, immediately raised their glasses, and clinked them together with the old squad leader's bowl.

"Homage to the New Dragon Kingdom!"

After downing the strong liquor, the hot dishes were ready to be enjoyed.

Crazy Bro rolled up his sleeves, plunged a chopstick into the chopped chili fish head, and prepared to prove that he could finish five plates.

But as he ate, Crazy Brother realized something was wrong. Why did he have to eat five plates?

It's all Ying Erniu's fault!

After a few rounds of drinks, about half of the dishes on the table were finally gone.

The old squad leader put down his chopsticks and even learned how to open the data panel.

"When I was alone in the Heroic Spirit Space, I didn't just stare at the announcements about the Korean War."

"After the settlement of the war of resistance, this system contained a lot more data about the victory."

The old squad leader pulled out a yellowed record cover.

"I just want to see what the ordinary people will do after we win the war."

"As a result, I found a song."

The old squad leader's finger fell, and a melody carrying the static of an old-fashioned phonograph came from above the Heroic Spirit Space.

The melody is very light and cheerful.

It sounds like the festive tunes that are played in the streets and alleys during the Chinese New Year.

"In every street and alley, in everyone's mouth..."

The first thing I said when we met was, "Congratulations!"

Ruan Ruan had just picked up a piece of mandarin fish when she heard this, and her chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

Kuang Ge swayed his head twice to the tune.

"It's quite festive; isn't this a New Year's greeting song?"

"But it's not Chinese New Year right now, is it? Although celebrating the founding of the New Dragon Kingdom is no different from Chinese New Year!"

"Does it sound good?" the old squad leader asked with a smile.

"It sounds good," Kuang Ge nodded, "but it feels a bit old-fashioned."

"Nonsense." The old squad leader suddenly glared at Crazy Brother. "This song was originally written the year the War of Resistance against Japan was won."

Kuang Ge stopped shaking his head, and like the viewers in the live stream, a row of question marks appeared on his face.

"No, this song was written to celebrate the victory in the War of Resistance against Japan? Isn't this a New Year's greeting song?"

"I have to say, this tune is quite catchy. Is that old bastard Luo a game developer or a music maker?"

Their first reaction was the same as Kuang Ge's: they thought it was just a New Year's greeting song from decades ago.

The old squad leader clicked on the information below the song.

"This song is called 'Congratulations, Congratulations,' and it was written by a musician surnamed Chen to commemorate the victory in the War of Resistance against Japan."

"It happened to coincide with the Spring Festival at that time, and people heard it so often that they gradually came to regard it as a New Year's greeting song."

After the old squad leader finished speaking, he clicked on the lyrics again.

"I also found it strange at first."

"The war was won, so why not write about guns and cannons, but instead focus on winter, snow, spring breezes, and rooster crows?"

The singing continued, and the old squad leader's finger landed on two lines of lyrics.

"Winter is coming to an end, that's great news."

"The warm spring breeze will soon awaken the earth."

Only the static from the phonograph remained in the Heroic Spirit Space.

As he looked at the lyrics, Kuang Ge stopped chewing the meat in his mouth.

They walked across snow-capped mountains, dug through grass roots in the ice, and watched their comrades fall in the snow and never get up again.

They also fought the War of Resistance against Japan for eight years, saw villages destroyed by bombs and houses burned down, and saw batches of young soldiers joining the ranks.

No one understood better than them how long that "winter" was.

The old squad leader turned to the next page and looked at Crazy Brother.

"After overcoming numerous difficulties and undergoing countless trials."

"So many hearts long for, yearn for the news of spring."

"You crazy kid, is this some kind of New Year's message?"

This is certainly not Chinese New Year.

With the country shattered and the long night stretching on, the people were finally able to lift their heads, but it was no easy feat.

The old squad leader picked up his wine bowl and drank the last drop of wine.

"A word of congratulations is a way of congratulating those around us who are still alive."

"Congratulations to this country that has endured years of fighting and bloodshed; it has finally pulled through."

The song was just reaching its most festive moment.

"Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations!"

It was the same tune as before, but Crazy Bro couldn't shake his head anymore.

Ruan Ruan put down her chopsticks and said something softly.

"Yes, they made it through, they all survived."

The first thing to congratulate them on is that they're still alive...

However, winter is war, and spring breeze is victory, so it's no wonder that people would use it as a New Year's greeting song.

Having survived that winter, we should celebrate every year and congratulate our country on its rebirth.

Kuang Ge stared at the scrolling lyrics for a long time before finally picking up his wine glass.

"Let's do it again after the Korean War is over, and then we should congratulate them!"

The old sergeant turned off the music, and the Heroic Spirit Space became quiet.

He stood up and walked to the holographic sand table.

Above the sand table, the countdown to the start of the Korean War chapter is still ticking, and a line next to it, "Twenty resurrection slots," is glowing red.

The old squad leader stared at that line of text for a few seconds, then turned around.

"Resurrection limit: 20 times."

"I don't care what the younger generation of game developers mean by setting this rule, nor do I care what you mean by 'save' or what you mean by 'saving'."

"But in my case, there is no such thing as resurrection on the battlefield!"

"No matter how difficult this battle is, we can only fight with one life on the battlefield!"

"The three of you, including me, all have to do everything in your power to survive!"

"Repel the allied forces of the great powers and win this battle."

The old squad leader pointed to the record panel that had just been turned off.

"Then the four of them came back alive."

"Then, let's listen to 'Congratulations' again!"

Crazy Bro, Hawkeye, and Softie stood up at the same time, lined up in a row, and raised their right hands.

"yes!"