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

"Company commander, changing clothes is fine, but why should we hand over these two items?"

As soon as the company commander gave the order, dissenting voices rang out from the neatly arranged ranks.

"We fought alongside the team from north to south, risking our lives several times."

"These badges and cap insignia are our soul. Now, before we've even crossed the border, they're already trying to tear our soul away?"

"Military orders are absolute; execute them immediately!"

The company commander knew everyone was reluctant to part, but he had no choice but to do so in order to covertly march across the Yalu River later.

Seeing the reluctant expression on the company commander's face, everyone knew that protesting was futile.

Even though they were reluctant, no one argued with them anymore.

One by one, the veterans squatted down on the ground, took out the corner of their coarse cloth clothes, and wiped their cap badges and insignia again and again.

After wiping it once, someone held it in their palm for a long time before wiping it a second time.

That small badge accompanied them through countless battles, getting covered in mud and blood, and seeing off too many comrades.

Now that it's time to hand it over personally, no one is willing to do so.

But Kuang Ge and his men knew that this was a necessary step for the Chinese People's Volunteer Army before crossing the Yalu River.

But I still feel suffocated.

Sometimes war is not what most people think, that you can just leave and start fighting whenever you want. There is a lot of preparation involved in all aspects.

The four men, including the Madman, immediately handed over our army's insignia.

The swift and decisive action surprised Squad Leader Shi.

He looked at the four of them, and at the complex emotions in their eyes, and he really felt very strange.

Despite being a new recruit, the complexity in his eyes was something even the veteran couldn't decipher.

But no matter what they didn't say, the four of them, including Brother Kuang, were indeed very obedient to orders and followed commands.

Even Xiao Kuang, who loves to shout, didn't say a word at this moment, focusing on obeying orders and following commands.

For a moment, Squad Leader Shi didn't know whether he should be relieved or not.

However, since the new recruits had taken the lead so quickly, Squad Leader Shi immediately tore off his badge, turned around, and shouted at the veterans of the third squad.

"What are you all dawdling for? Hand it in now!"

The veterans of the third platoon then stepped forward one by one.

After someone put down the cap badge, their hand lingered on the tray for a moment.

The company commander didn't urge them.

After all, once they go abroad, it's uncertain whether they'll be able to wear our military insignia again.

After the last cap badge was placed, the quartermaster pushed two carts to the front of the column, lifted the tarpaulin, and underneath were piles of guns of varying lengths.

Rifles, carbines, and some foreign guns captured on the battlefield, all with mud stuck to their stocks and barrels.

The quartermaster knocked on the carriage shaft.

"It won't be long before we're on the front lines, and all your old stuff will have to be replaced!"

"Pick the core personnel first, take whatever you can use, don't dawdle here!"

Kuang Ge and his men were stunned. Good heavens, the guns they had just been given as new recruits were now going to be replaced.

However, although it's called replacing equipment, it's actually all relatively old stuff compared to the US military.

Hawkeye stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the cart, and reached down to pull out a Type 38 rifle from the bottom.

The gun was covered in dust, and the barrel had many scratches; it was only slightly better than the rifles issued to the new recruits.

They'll have to use this to fight against the US military, which is equipped at the forefront.

Hawkeye sighed inwardly, then held the gun and examined the muzzle, before running his fingers along the bolt.

Then, flick it with your thumb.

"Snap!"

The bolt slid open along the receiver.

His movements were clean, but his voice was somewhat hoarse.

Several veterans from the third squad nearby stopped what they were doing and looked over.

Hawkeye closed his eyes, pulled the trigger, listened to the metallic sound of the firing pin, and then pulled the bolt back again.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes, looked down at the gun barrel, and assessed the situation.

"This Type 38 rifle has been used for far too long."

"The rifling is worn, and the bolt return is unstable; it needs to be calibrated."

His professional demeanor silenced the surroundings for a moment.

An old soldier from Northeast China looked at the person next to him and muttered quietly.

"He can tell the rifling is worn just by listening to two sounds?"

The veterans nearby also frowned, clearly realizing that something was wrong with the new recruits in their third platoon.

Squad Leader Shi had been keeping an eye on Kuang Ge and the other new recruits, and when he saw Eagle Eye's eyelids twitch twice.

Just now, you couldn't find many guys in the whole company who could pull the bolt more skillfully than this kid.

Even in basic training, recruits might not know where to find gun oil.

This kid is something else; the first thing he does after getting the gun is check the rifling.

At that moment, a soldier bent down and dragged a carbine out from under the cart, but the bolt wouldn't budge.

He tried to pull it open twice but couldn't, so he casually threw the gun into the scrap metal basket next to him.

It's obviously broken.

Crazy Brother glanced at the scrap metal basket, then strode over, bent down, and retrieved the carbine.

"Click!"

Kuang Ge supported the gun with one hand, pressed the recoil spring guide rod latch with his thumb, and pulled out the bolt.

A clump of solidified mud and sand was clearly visible on the guide rod of the recoil spring.

He wiped the mud and sand off his trousers, pressed down on the bolt's rear end and pushed it forward sharply, pressing down the latch with his thumb to return the guide rod to its original position, completing the cleaning and reassembly in one smooth motion.

In less than three seconds, everyone was stunned again.

No, is that right?

The quartermaster and the veterans of the third squad all looked over.

Even a veteran who sleeps with a carbine every day would need ten seconds to process that level of jamming.

This kid did it in three seconds with one hand?

"What new recruits have been added to my platoon?" Platoon Leader Shi was completely bewildered.

If you didn't know better, you'd think he was leading a elite squad!

……

After receiving their equipment, the troops immediately moved to the field near the Andong garrison to conduct pre-battle assault training.

Squad Leader Shi led the Third Squad to a muddy ditch. Just as he picked up a shovel to demonstrate how to dig a bomb shelter, a flash of white light suddenly appeared in mid-air.

Time acceleration, start!

The stunned sergeant immediately drew his gun and stepped aside, shielding Ruan Ruan and Eagle Eye behind him.

What, what's going on here?

But as soon as he stepped aside, the scenery around him changed.

The soldiers who were running just moments ago are now digging trenches.

The smoke from the campfires rose and fell, the sky shifted from day to dusk, and then back to dawn.

The shovel beside the ditch was raised and lowered, and the training movements flashed by quickly, leaving the old sergeant stunned on the spot.

He looked at the constantly changing scene around him, and was about to speak when Kuang Ge grabbed his arm.

"Dad, don't be nervous, this is time acceleration."

"The system knows we have a strong foundation, so it can't let us train in this muddy ground every day."

"We'll be released when the important milestone is reached."

The old squad leader looked at the rapidly changing camp and found it hard to understand such a rapid pace.

"Does that training count?"

"Yes, we do," Crazy Bro replied with a laugh. "We didn't skip any of the training; we just fast-forwarded through the process!"

Fast forward? The old squad leader took a moment to realize what fast forward meant; it was a very vivid description.

He slowly withdrew his hand, but his stance still protected Ruan Ruan and Eagle Eye.

"Hmph, this system does seem to save you trouble."

"Oh, this is called taking care of the player experience," Ruan Ruan replied with a smile.

"Father, you'll get used to it eventually. The system will definitely keep doing this!"

The light and shadow then began to converge.

The training grounds, camps, mud ditch, and soldiers running back and forth were all merged into one in the white light.

When I opened my eyes again, the sun was no longer overhead.

A river breeze carrying moisture blew in from afar, causing the treetops outside the camp to sway in waves.

It was already the end of August, and everyone had long since gotten used to the training life at the Andong base.

The old squad leader sat on a rock beside the position, weaving a straw sandal in his hands.

At that moment, Squad Leader Shi walked over from the direction of the company headquarters, carrying two canvas bags full of military water bottles.

"Hey teacher, come give me a hand!"

The old squad leader looked up, and the address made him pause for a moment.

Then, he tucked the half-woven straw sandals into his waistband, stood up, and went to take the canvas bag.

The kettle was full and quite heavy.

The old squad leader picked one up and left.

Squad Leader Shi followed beside him and casually patted him on the shoulder.

"Old teacher, you're really sturdy."

The old squad leader didn't reply, but just slung the canvas bag over his shoulder. Squad Leader Shi called out again.

"Hurry up, those brats from Class Three are waiting for their water!"

"Understood." The old squad leader carried the water bottle and walked forward.

He had been hearing the title "Old Teacher" for several days, and at first he was still a little unaccustomed to it.

But it's still better than a small class.

After all, you can't just call Squad Leader Shi "Dad" like Kuangwazi and the others do, right?