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

Kuang Ge and the others suddenly realized, "Oh right, does Nannan still recognize them now?"

Are the timelines of the Korean War and the Long March the same story?

Even the old squad leader didn't expect this to happen.

Even if he didn't understand anything about time paradoxes, he could still tell that they were still young, but Nannan had grown into an adult, which was very strange.

In other words, even if their appearance remains unchanged, there is a high probability that Nannan would not recognize them if they stood in front of her.

The old squad leader was stunned and puzzled.

He even had a feeling that it was better if he didn't recognize him.

If Nannan didn't recognize them, she wouldn't be looking forward to their return again after sending them on their expedition.

However, if Nannan doesn't recognize them, he will feel very uncomfortable and upset.

Very subtle.

I'm afraid my daughter will recognize me, but I'm also afraid she won't.

The old squad leader finally understood why Kuang Ge and the others always kept calling Luo the old thief. He really was an old thief who knew how to mess with people's mentality!

Kuang Ge and his group felt the same way at that moment.

They could have lied to Nannan before, saying they were going to a place called "Tomorrow".

Now that Nannan really recognizes them, they can no longer use the trick of lying that she is a puppy or a big bear.

Especially for Kuang Ge, he suddenly felt as if his 1934 self had thrown a boomerang at him, and he didn't know what to do when it hit him.

That damned old scoundrel Luo is really putting them on the hot seat!

Ruan Ruan remained silent, her gaze fixed on her right wrist.

She still wore the red string she used to teach her daughter to play cat's cradle, and her memories returned to the small courtyard in Ruijin.

At that time, the afternoon sun shone on the earthen wall, and Nannan sat beside her lap, her chubby little hands hooking the red rope, imitating her cat's cradle.

Ruan Ruan taught her several times, but Nannan always managed to tie the knot in a tangled mess, yet she wasn't worried at all.

If they turned it wrong, the little girl would look up and laugh, innocently waiting for them to bring her tomorrow.

Back then, Nannan's heart was filled with thoughts of her older brothers and sisters, and of course, her old squad leader and Sister-in-law Xiulan.

She can fall asleep holding a grass dragonfly, and if she gets a piece of candy, she'll break it open and share it with everyone in the family.

Sometimes, without Nannan and the others, it feels like everyone has to leave.

Now, sixteen years later, that little girl has gone to the battlefield.

"Ruanruan, take the wound cleaning and bandaging supplies."

The old squad leader's voice rang in Ruan Ruan's ears.

Ruan Ruan came to her senses, and her vision had become blurry without her realizing it.

She quickly wiped her eyes, then looked up and followed the old squad leader's gaze to the supply distribution line.

A young woman carrying a coarse cloth bag is walking briskly along the transportation line.

Nannan was currently part of the combat support team, responsible for distributing supplies to the front-line squads. The river wind blew her braids back.

Ruan Ruan's gaze couldn't help but fall on Nannan's wrist.

There was a faded red ribbon tied there, the edges of which were frayed.

Clearly, Nannan was also reminiscing about the older sister who used to teach her cat's cradle—no, Nannan still remembered those days? Ruan Ruan opened her mouth.

Even after Hawkeye's reminder, she felt that things weren't as simple as she thought.

But Kuang Ge's gaze shifted to Nannan's little finger, where a piece of red thread was wrapped around it.

It's... the finger that hooked up with Crazy Brother and even hanged itself.

Kuang Ge was just as stunned as Ruan Ruan, his little finger bending involuntarily.

Like the old squad leader and the others, they dared not utter a sound.

He just watched with a complicated expression as Nannan walked towards him from a distance.

Then I got closer and closer to them.

Getting closer.

Nannan also noticed the strange gazes from Class 3 and 4.

She looked over there.

The old squad leader looked at her with mixed feelings, and the look in his eyes seemed to remind her of her own father.

Strange, does he recognize himself?

As Nannan pondered this, the man who never looked back or retreated couldn't help but take a half-step forward with his right foot.

Then it stopped abruptly.

The old sergeant suddenly remembered that they were about to cross the Yalu River and face the most powerful foreign coalition forces at the time, along with their planes and artillery.

If we reunite with our daughter now, but then she collapses in the snow in a foreign land the next moment, how many more years will our daughter have to wait?

The old squad leader pulled his feet back, lowered his knees, and let his entire weight fall back onto his feet.

He stood up straight again, reverting to being a new recruit standing in formation as ordered.

Nannan had stopped in front of them.

She was originally going to distribute some dry rations to the third squad.

But when she looked down and then looked up again, she immediately noticed that the four old sergeants were acting even more strangely.

They were all looking at her.

The burly man's eyes were red, and his breathing grew heavier with each breath.

The female medic pursed her lips, her fingers hovering over the medicine box.

The young man behind her remained calm, and when he saw her looking over, he looked away from her face.

The middle-aged soldier carrying the fried noodles stood ramrod straight, but his eyes never left her.

Nannan has seen new recruits longing for home, and she has also seen soldiers whose spirits were shaken by the shelling.

But the gazes of those four people still made her feel uneasy.

There was a strange sense of familiarity that reminded her of her home from many years ago.

Father, eldest brother, second brother, third sister... Nannan shook her head slightly, shaking off those memories that had long since vanished.

Sixteen years have passed, and the new Dragon Kingdom has been established, but none of my father and the others have returned. A letter was sent home.

Even if Nannan had some longing in her heart, she felt that perhaps they had already arrived in that "tomorrow".

The Red Army won the Long March, the War of Resistance against Japan, and the War of Liberation. Now, China is getting closer and closer to the tomorrow that our elder brother and his comrades talked about.

But she was all alone at home... Nannan quickly suppressed her sorrow; she was always meant to be bright and cheerful!

So Nannan smiled, lifted the supply bag up, took out the top bag of dry rations, and handed it to the middle-aged man as if by some strange impulse.

"Comrade, this is from Class Three."

"Comrade, she called me comrade..." The old squad leader almost couldn't hold back his tears; she really didn't recognize them.

But it's good that they don't recognize him, it's good that they don't recognize him... Under the complicated tearful gazes of the three brothers, the old squad leader trembled as he accepted the dry rations.

The bag still retains the warmth of Nannan's hand.

Their fingers intertwined for a moment, and the old squad leader's hand froze.

Nannan looked at the old squad leader with even more curiosity, feeling that this middle-aged man was suppressing something.

Is it because you're about to go abroad to fight and you're homesick?

But she couldn't bear to think about home.

Nannan looked at the four soldiers in front of her who were about to go to the battlefield. Her expression was clear and her posture was upright.

Then she raised her right hand, facing the wind on the riverbank, and gave a standard military salute.

The crisp sound pierced through the wind and sand, reaching the ears of the four old sergeants.

"Comrades, it's windy by the river."

"Take your rations, thank you for your hard work!"