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

just.

The day after the first completion of "Crossing the Dadu River," "Seizing the Luding Bridge" was not released.

The official website for "Red Expedition" simply posted a new concept art image, which only uses black and red tones.

The background is a dark red firelight that looks like it's been soaked in blood, with thirteen thick black iron chains stretching across the abyss, and below, roaring and churning black water.

There were no planks, no handrails, only bare iron chains swaying in the flames at the end of the bridge.

The caption was just four words: See you in three days.

Meanwhile, the player forums were in an uproar.

"What's this? An upgraded version of crossing a log bridge?"

"Are you blind upstairs? Those are iron chains! Thirteen iron chains!"

"What kind of underworld trick is that old scoundrel Luo up to now? I'm guessing it's some kind of tightrope walking acrobatic game..."

"Stop trying to be clever. Have you forgotten what the old squad leader said? Where did he lose his arm?"

After this comment was posted, everyone fell silent.

Because after Anshunchang, there is that bridge.

The place where the old squad leader lost his arm was on the road from Anshunchang to Luding Bridge.

……

Game login lobby.

Crazy Brother, Eagle Eye, and Softie were staring blankly at a semi-transparent light screen in front of them.

At the top of the screen is displayed the massive amount of points they painstakingly earned in the "Crossing the Dadu River" instance.

Below the points section is the brand-new shop entrance – the Frontline Support System.

"Why did we risk everything to get the first kill?"

Kuang Ge touched his ribs. Although the pain had disappeared, the phantom pain of broken bones seemed to still linger.

His finger tapped heavily on the screen.

"It's all... all for this moment!"

Hawkeye's eyes also revealed a frenzied extravagance.

"purchase!"

Ruan Ruan was sniffling, her eyes red-rimmed.

"Buy the best! Replace them all!"

The online store interface, seemingly overflowing with a dazzling array of products, consists entirely of things that look incredibly outdated in this parallel world.

[Premium Supply Pack: Steaming Hot Minced Meat Noodles]

Description: Made with snowflake flour from carefully selected wheat from Guanzhong, hand-rolled wide noodles, topped with minced pork (with a good balance of lean and fatty meat), chili oil, aged vinegar, and garlic sprouts.

Price: 500 points/serving.

Note: This offer is only valid for story mode. Since we're dreaming, let's have a full dream.

Thick cotton overcoat (distressed style)

Description: Filled with premium long-staple cotton, with an outer layer of windproof and durable coarse cloth. It has been distressed to resemble the old uniforms of the Red Army, but its warmth is increased by 300%.

Price: 2000 points/item.

[Made in Hanyang - Brand New Factory Version]

Description: Clear rifling, smooth bolt action, and ample ammunition.

Price: 5000 points/piece.

"Change!" Crazy Brother's big hand clicked frantically on the screen.

"Give me thirty bowls of minced meat noodles, or take them home if you can't finish them!"

"Give these coats to the whole class!"

"Especially Old Li, his back, which he used to carry the blame on, is all rubbed raw. We need to put a thick pad on him!"

"Gun! Didn't Little Bean feel bad about that old rifle? Get this kid a new one!"

"Hawkeye, pick him the one with the best sights!"

Points plummeted like water.

In other online games, this act of exchanging hard-earned top-tier currency for disposable items that can't be carried into the main storyline would definitely be condemned as wasteful.

But at this moment, the three of them only felt—it was fucking awesome!

This feeling of "relying on wealth" is not only about material pleasure, but also about emotional catharsis.

I endured machine gun fire and artillery fire at the Dadu River just so that my old squad leader and the others could have a good meal on the snowy mountain.

"Let's go!" After finishing his shopping spree, Brother Kuang waved his hand, exuding an air of heroic pride.

"Back to the snow mountain! Delivering takeout!"

……

A flash of white light.

The cold wind howled, and the snowflakes were like knives.

Stepping into Jiajin Mountain again, the bone-chilling cold did not creep over me.

[Current Mode: Story Experience Mode]

Pain shielding: 99%

Environmental damage exemption: 80%

Kuang Ge looked down at himself. He was wearing the top-tier polar gear he had redeemed, though the exterior had been aged to look like a tattered cotton-padded coat, but the inside was as warm as a small stove.

Wearing thick, non-slip boots, I walked on the snow, which was up to my knees, as if it were flat ground.

Hawkeye carried the huge supply pack with a light step, as if he were strolling in a park.

Ruan Ruan's cheeks were flushed as she excitedly looked around.

"This feeling..."

Kuang Ge clenched his fist, looking around at the steep slopes and crevasses that had tormented him to the point of near death in the historical difficulty mode, and couldn't help but sigh.

"This is probably what it's like for a max-level character to go back to the starting village..."

However, this "invincibility" did not bring them the crushing pleasure, but instead gave rise to an indescribable bitterness.

Because they saw the team ahead.

In the wind and snow, a group of people were struggling to move forward.

They were thinly dressed, and had to stop and catch their breath after every step.

The one-armed figure walked at the front, breaking through the wind and snow with his body, like a monument that might collapse at any moment, yet stubbornly held on.

The three men, Kuang Ge and his companion, did not immediately appear, but instead stood quietly behind a boulder.

The old squad leader was seen leading his team, huddled under a sheltered ice wall.

There was no fire, and no food.

The old squad leader, facing the air, gestured with his large, chapped hands, his voice hoarse yet alluring as he described the bowl of noodles that didn't exist to the frail young soldiers.

"...The meat sauce needs to be made with pork that's half fat and half lean, diced...and poured into a boiling oil pan, making a sizzling sound..."

Little Bean and Little Tiger huddled together, their eyes glazed over, their Adam's apples bobbing up and down, and the drool at the corners of their mouths frozen into icicles.

That's a near-death hallucination caused by extreme hunger and cold.

"Alright, stop drawing."

Kuang Ge took a deep breath and strode out from behind the rock.

Amidst the sound of wind and snow, his voice was loud and clear, instantly interrupting the old squad leader's desolate "pie in the sky".

The old sergeant turned around abruptly, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes, and his hand instinctively reached for his gun.

"Who are you...?"

Before the old squad leader could finish speaking, Crazy Brother walked up to him.

Then, as if by magic, Brother Kuang pulled out a huge, even steaming, insulated food container from the symbolic chest of the system space.

"Squad leader, we're not eating air today."

Kuang Ge grinned, his expression a mix of bittersweetness, tenderness, and arrogance.

"Today, we're eating for real!"