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

No sooner had the company commander finished speaking angrily, pointing at the body on the riverbank, than the communications officer came running in with an urgent telegram.

"Report! Urgent telegram from military headquarters!"

The company commander took the telegram, glanced at it, and then raised his head, his voice even more forceful.

"Military mobilization order for the campaign, to be executed by the entire company!"

The soldiers on the earthen slope stood at attention, listening to their company commander relay the orders from the military headquarters.

"From now on, all leave applications are suspended, and family visit arrangements are cancelled."

"The entire company has switched to training in mountain warfare, night combat, and covert marching, ready to cross the river at any time!"

This time, no one spoke up, and no one had any objections.

The villagers died right before their eyes in the border region. If they still complain about this and that, they are not soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom!

After nightfall, Squad Leader Shi sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), looking at the young faces in the barracks, and shared his thoughts.

"I don't understand the big picture that's being discussed in the newspapers."

"I can't explain what 'encirclement by great powers' or 'international situation' means, but I stick to one principle."

"The Americans are one of the world's leading superpowers, right? Now they're going to drop bombs on our warm beds, shouldn't we be afraid?"

"I'm not afraid!" A tall, thin soldier clenched his fist and nodded emphatically in response.

"Yeah, what are we afraid of! Who have we ever been afraid of?" Squad Leader Shi slapped the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), his voice rising as he spoke.

"Back then, during the War of Resistance against Japan and the War of Liberation, which of our forces didn't have better equipment and more manpower than us?"

He pointed to the darkness outside the door.

"And what happened? We still managed to fight our way back!"

Kuang Ge, who was sitting on the far right, immediately leaned out and shouted his reply.

"Needless to say? We would have beaten them to a pulp long ago!"

He's not good at anything else, but he's the best at livening up the atmosphere, and he immediately broke the stifling atmosphere in the barracks.

A veteran from the third squad grabbed a nearby military water bottle and pretended to throw it at Kuang Ge.

"Get out of here! What are you yelling about, you greenhorn?"

"Back during the War of Resistance against Japan and the War of Liberation, you were probably still playing in the mud somewhere!"

Kuang Ge dodged the kettle by the side, his neck stiff as he spoke.

"Even though I'm not physically present, my spirit is still with me, isn't it?"

"Oh, so you've mentally joined the army?"

The barracks erupted in laughter.

Madman wanted to say something more, but Hawkeye reached out from behind and pulled him back to the edge of the dormitory.

"Say less, or the kettle will come flying at you."

"I can hide."

"You're hiding from Sergeant Shi's water bottle too?"

Kuang Ge glanced at Squad Leader Shi, who was also holding up a water bottle, and immediately shut his mouth.

He's someone he can't afford to mess with.

In the shadows by the door, the old squad leader stood leaning against the doorframe.

He watched the soldiers laughing and joking in the barracks, and the stern look on his face softened a little.

The next moment, the flame of the kerosene lamp stopped in mid-air, and white light filled the barracks.

The old squad leader quietly watched the scenery before him change rapidly.

This time, without needing Kuang Ge and the others to explain, he knew that the system had started accelerating again.

After all, this kind of mountain warfare and night march training was not unfamiliar to these veterans of the Long March and the War of Resistance Against Japan.

The old squad leader now understands why Kuang Ge and the others would sometimes be stunned when he called them over.

It seems that time often speeds up, and I'm still processing the news after just finishing something.

But they are truly moving forward step by step in this accelerated time!

The old squad leader looked at the alternating days and nights and sighed with emotion.

The leaves on the treetops quickly turned from green to yellow, and were eventually swept away one by one by the wind.

During the day, the soldiers crawled and rolled in the mud.

At night, the team carried their guns and ventured into the ravine, advancing in the dark along the unlit mountain path.

Someone fell into a mud pit, got up, and continued to follow.

Some people wore their shoes down, wrapped them in cloth, and still participated in training the next day.

With each shovel strike, the trench deepened, and time finally stopped; it was mid-October.

On the banks of the Yalu River, the autumn wind whipped up yellow sand, and the white breath exhaled by the soldiers was blown away by the wind as soon as it left their mouths.

At the front of the position, the red flag fluttered in the wind.

The company commander stood under the flagpole, looking at the neatly lined-up Third Company, who now had a new name: the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

Just then, the sound of wheels rolling over frozen ground came from afar.

A field cultural troupe and a combat support team arrived at the forward assembly point of the Third Company.

Several migrant workers pushed wheelbarrows out from behind the earthen slope.

The vehicle was covered with a waterproof tarpaulin, and behind it followed combat support personnel carrying medicine boxes and musical instruments.

Squad Leader Shi raised his hand and waved.

"All three shifts are here, go help unload the supplies!"

"yes!"

Kuang Ge rubbed his frozen red hands and rushed to the front.

The tarpaulin on the truck was lifted, revealing bags of fried noodles and frozen potatoes underneath.

Kuang Ge reached out and grabbed a stone, tapping it on the cart shaft. The sound was muffled, like hitting a rock.

"If you used this potato to throw at someone, it would probably be more effective than a hand grenade."

The veteran next to him cursed, "Stop talking nonsense, just move it!"

Ruan Ruan also walked to the car and touched the icy surface of the potato, her brows immediately furrowing.

"These things are too frozen to be given directly to the wounded."

"If any soldiers have frostbite, thaw a small amount first, don't eat too much at once."

As she spoke, she began checking the medicines and cotton cloths in the car.

The old squad leader walked directly to the back of the vehicle, bent down, and carried two bags of fried noodles.

He had just turned around when he and Kuang Ge and the others froze in shock.

The photos are getting hotter and hotter, and it's clear that Nannan is also getting closer to this combat team.

And we are getting closer and closer to them.

Kuang Ge turned around, walked through the swirling yellow sand, and looked at the row of carts below the earthen slope.

The convoy was divided into several sections by the wind and sand, and it was walking towards the position on the frozen ground.

They had sensed the heat emanating from the photograph beforehand.

But when Nannan was actually going to come to their side with the battlefield cultural troupe, even Kuang Ge panicked for a moment.

Because they're going to the battlefield right now... That damned old scoundrel Luo really knows how to pick the time for them to "reunite"!

At this point, Brother Kuang was no longer so keen on recognizing Nannan.

The old squad leader stood at the back of the vehicle, completely silent.

Sixteen years have passed.

He didn't even dare to think about whether his daughter had eaten enough, whether she had been bullied, or whether she had cried secretly at night.

And Xiulan, I wonder how she is now.

When they finished the time acceleration, they felt the photo getting hotter and hotter.

The old squad leader felt a bit stifled by the heat.

They are about to cross the river to fight; how can they recognize each other?

What if she recognizes her daughter one moment, but the next moment she walks into a place from which she can never return?

The old squad leader had momentarily forgotten about the resurrection save file.

In his subconscious, he believed that he only had one life and could not take any chances because of the so-called resurrection save file.

The old squad leader's hand tightened around the bag of fried noodles, his heart filled with conflicting emotions.

He wanted to protect Nannan by his side, but he was also afraid that his presence would become the beginning of her losing her loved ones again.

Hawkeye then walked over to Madman and his group carrying two bags of potatoes and whispered something.

"Don't stand there like a goose."

He finally couldn't help but remind Kuang Ge and the others that, sixteen years have passed since Ruijin, and they still look the same as they did back then.

Even if I stood right in front of Nannan, she might not recognize me.

Otherwise, wouldn't they be monsters?