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

The words "comrades" and "comrades" completely confirmed Hawkeye's earlier judgment: Nannan didn't recognize them at all.

However, it's better not to recognize each other. Hawkeye had the same thought as the old squad leader, because recognizing each other in that situation would only add to the trouble.

Regardless of the circumstances, they were all going to the battlefield.

Knowing that Nannan is in a relatively safe performing arts troupe is enough for us.

And speaking of which, the three of them used to be members of a performing arts troupe... Hawkeye suddenly thought of the snow-capped mountains.

Time flies!

Just then, a rapid assembly whistle sounded from behind, and the leader of the cultural troupe shouted from the top of the slope.

"Nannan! Hurry back to the team!"

"We still need to deliver supplies to the Fifth Company!"

Nannan quickly turned her head to take a look.

She turned around again, nodded to the four old sergeants, and ran quickly towards the top of the slope.

The long braid that reached her waist was lifted high by the river wind.

As he gazed into the distance, Hawkeye couldn't help but think back to those days.

Back then, it was he who helped Brother Kuang make up for "tomorrow," and his hair really did grow long enough to reach his waist...

Their eyes followed Nannan until she had run more than ten meters and was about to climb over the embankment.

Nannan suddenly stopped walking.

She stood on the slope, her heart tightening for no reason.

The four soldiers were all strangers, but she felt a sense of familiarity with them.

Nannan couldn't explain why.

But she always felt that she should look back one more time.

She turned around abruptly, looked at the four figures that were already somewhat blurry, and raised her arm to wave it forcefully.

"Comrades, you must... come back alive and safe!"

The sound traveled through the river breeze and clearly reached the ears of the four people.

After shouting, Nannan ran across the embankment and quickly caught up with the cultural troupe, disappearing from sight.

The old squad leader and three others were left standing there, none of them saying a word.

"That damn old scoundrel Luo! He's at it again with that time-space distortion trick!" The viewers in the three's live stream were cursing.

"Sixteen years ago you sent them to tomorrow, and sixteen years later you're sending them to the battlefield again, right?"

"She didn't recognize their faces, but she still let them come back alive... Old scoundrel Luo, you really know how to stab people in the heart!"

Hawkeye scanned the barrage of comments, lowered his hat brim to hide his eyes, which were reddened by the wind.

"It seems I need to get to know her again."

"But the prerequisite is that we have to survive."

Ruan Ruan wiped away the tears that finally streamed down her face and nodded.

Kuang Ge did not respond.

He stared at the hilltop where Nannan had disappeared, his face growing increasingly grim. After a few seconds, he suddenly muttered a curse under his breath.

"grass!"

"What's wrong?" Hawkeye turned his head.

Kuang Ge gathered the four of them together, pointed to the ground, and suddenly Holmes asked a question.

"Have you considered this? We have twenty save slots for respawning, but what if the save point is right here?"

Crazy Brother silenced Eagle Eye Soft Old Sergeant with just one sentence, and they thought it made perfect sense.

Surely that old fox Luo can't have set the save point back several months in advance, right? That would be too outrageous!

But what none of them expected was that Luo An never intended to set up a save file in the real historical difficulty dungeon.

With this death, they and Nannan were "strangers" again.

Even though they had reconnected with Nannan before they died.

But that didn't stop the old squad leader and the others from not wanting to die.

Because then, Brother Kuang directly stated the worst-case scenario.

"If we die on the other side of the river and reload our save to come back here, we'll have to watch Nannan run away again."

"Die once, then see it again."

"Die once, and hear her cry again, begging us to come back alive and well!"

These words made the viewers in Kuang Ge's live stream want to curse.

If that were the case, not only would the old squad leader be unable to hold back, but even the viewers watching the live stream would be unable to keep their composure.

That old scoundrel Luo is truly wicked and has a lot of ulterior motives!

Regardless of what other player teams say, Crazy Bro and his team are definitely taking their lives very seriously now.

Once people have ties to their lives, they will no longer treat their lives as a game.

Besides, who wouldn't want to complete the game perfectly?

Jiang Feng passed through the middle of the four people.

At this moment, no one thought that twenty resurrections were a benefit.

The old squad leader gripped the bag of dry rations, looked up at the three men, and gave them earnest instructions.

"I've completely forgotten about that revival save file."

"From now on, fight with one life at a time. No one is allowed to risk their life!"

Needless to say, Kuang Ge and the others understood and immediately stood up straight.

Just then, Squad Leader Shi walked over.

He glanced at the four men with reddened eyes, then followed their gaze to the earthen slope where Nannan had left, assuming that the four new recruits were simply overcome with homesickness by the words "come back alive."

"Alright, you guys, stop standing there."

"The cultural troupe has to go to other companies; they don't have time to keep watching you cry."

Kuang Ge raised his hand to rub his eyes and immediately replied.

"Who's crying? I'm the one who's lost on the road of life!"

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Squad Leader Shi laughed and scolded. "You might as well say you got sand in your eyes."

Immediately, some teasing remarks came from the soldiers of the third squad nearby.

Clearly, everyone wanted to liven things up.

Then Squad Leader Shi took the ration bag from the old squad leader, squatted down to untie the knot, and called the soldiers in the squad to gather around.

"Come here, everyone, let's get the dry rations!"

The bag was opened, revealing several pieces of dried grain biscuits that had already cooled down.

Squad Leader Shi divided the food into several portions according to the number of people, then raised his hand and patted the fried flour bag.

"Eat sparingly."

"This dry ration we have might be our last good meal before we cross the river!"

After eating this dry ration, all that's left is fried noodles and frozen potatoes, neither of which tastes good.

At this time, the word "fried noodles" sounds familiar, but it is mostly just wheat flour mixed with corn flour, which is then dry-fried in a wok until it is cooked.

When there is water, mix it into a paste; when there is no water, grab a handful and stuff it into your mouth, then slowly swallow it dry.

When fighting abroad, this is the only way to conceal the rations during marches.

Squad Leader Shi brushed the powder off his hands and looked around at the soldiers of the Third Squad.

The veterans who had fought alongside Squad Leader Shi didn't respond; they simply lowered their heads and carefully put away their own portions of bread.

Kuang Ge also looked at the dry biscuits in his hand; they were a gift from Nannan.

He suppressed the pent-up anger in his chest and grinned when he looked up.

"What's up, Squad Leader Shi?"

"You think we won't like fried noodles?"

Squad Leader Shi glanced at Kuang Ge, "It's no use being stubborn now."

"If you really run out of hot water and have to swallow dry powder, just don't cry and scream."

"Crying for your parents?" Kuang Ge snorted and puffed out his chest.

"Don't even mention fried noodles, even if one day they've eaten all the tree bark, I could still eat the leather belt from my waist, put it in a pot and boil it!"

Squad Leader Shi chuckled upon hearing this, thinking, "This kid really knows how to brag." He immediately teased Brother Kuang.

"Then tell me, what does it taste like to boil a leather belt?"