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

Kuang Ge raised an eyebrow, unable to bear hearing such discouraging words from others.

They're just crossing a bridge, and some people in the group have already planned their escape route. How can that be allowed?

The old squad leader once said, "On the battlefield, you only have one life."

Since we've chosen to move forward, we can't let this feeling of discouragement crush us first.

Kuang Ge stepped forward, grabbed the soldier in front of him by the collar, and pulled him in front of him.

"Hey kid, you haven't even crossed the river yet, and you're already back home with your guts down?"

"What's wrong with going to fight the best-equipped enemy?"

"Every single weapon we have was captured from the enemy."

The young soldier's face turned pale, and he remained silent.

Crazy Bro let go, picked up the carbine, walked back to the white line, and stomped heavily on the bridge board with the sole of his shoe.

The nearby soldiers stopped and looked over.

"Didn't you see how those iron birds bombed the riverbank?" Madman pointed to the opposite bank, "There was a woman protecting her child; her blood hadn't even dried yet!"

"If we don't fight this battle, tomorrow's incendiary bombs might hit our mothers and sisters right on the head!"

At this point, Brother Kuang glanced at the river behind him.

The lights on the opposite bank of the river are dimming in the night.

Ruanruan and the others followed Kuang Ge's gaze and remained silent.

Then, seeing Kuang Ge gasp in surprise, he stepped across the white line.

"At worst, I'll just die in a foreign land!"

Crazy Brother walked a few steps, then turned around and raised the carbine above his head.

What if they go and never return?

Crazy Brother raised his chin.

"Then I'll never return!"

The bridge fell silent for a moment.

The young soldier wiped his eyes, gritted his teeth, and followed, stepping across the white line.

The other soldiers were stunned for a moment, then quickly stepped over without looking back.

"You little brat, that's a sharp remark!" Squad Leader Shi quickly caught up with Kuang Ge and slapped him on the back. "Take back that cowardly look!"

"Let's go see just how much the Americans' planes and artillery really amount to, and whether they're even enough to fill the teeth of our Chinese People's Volunteer Army!"

The three groups of students reunited, and the live stream chat exploded with comments.

"Good heavens, Madman stole Monkey King's lines!"

"After all, Brother Kuang and his group really dared to go there, and the pressure of dying and starting over is considerable..."

Just as the vanguard group sped up their crossing of the bridge, a car horn suddenly sounded from behind.

"Beep! Beep beep beep!"

The voice was urgent and shrill, and all the soldiers in the group turned around.

As night fell, two beams of headlights tore through the crowd, and a convertible Soviet-made jeep sped towards them, honking its horn.

"Get out of the way! Everyone get out of the way!"

The officer in charge of maintaining order shouted at the top of his lungs, and the soldiers quickly moved aside to both sides.

Kuang Ge grabbed the young soldier next to him, pulled him to the bridge railing, and turned to the side himself.

The jeep passed by the vanguard group from the side and rear, without slowing down at all, and went straight across the white line and into the darkness ahead.

The taillights quickly shrank to a red dot, and only then did the soldiers on the bridge begin to whisper among themselves.

"Whose car is that? Driving so fast?"

"The vanguard hasn't even fully crossed the river yet, how did he end up at the very front?"

"No guard platoon, and only one vehicle—is this a division commander or an army commander?"

"Even the division commander wouldn't dare do something like this, would he? Is he going to scout the route by bicycle?"

The soldiers' eyes remained fixed on the car headlights.

Whether it was the division commander or the army commander, this act of scouting the way by bicycle greatly boosted the morale of the vanguard regiment.

Their superior was still the same superior, and he rushed forward even faster than they did.

Only the four members of the group, including Kuang Ge, learned through a system notification that the one leading the charge was actually their commander.

The four of them moved closer together without prior arrangement, whispering among themselves as they looked in the direction where the car lights disappeared.

"Wait, our commander only has this one car charging ahead?"

"Because the situation on the front lines is still unclear, and the destination has not yet been determined."

"Hmph, that's what you call leading troops." The old sergeant looked at the mountain road where the jeep disappeared, extremely proud.

"The soldiers dare to charge forward, and the commanders don't hide behind!"

"If the commander dares to lead the way, the subordinates will know where to go!"

The live stream chat had already been flooded with question marks.

"The vanguard regiment hasn't even crossed the river yet, and the commander is already riding alone into enemy territory?"

"Hmph, this is the style of our Crimson Legion. This is what 'follow me,' not 'charge forward!'"

The jeeps were no longer in sight, and the procession continued forward.

As night fell completely, the 360th Regiment descended the Yalu River Bridge one after another, their feet stepping onto the cold, frozen soil of North Korea, with unfamiliar mountains looming ahead.

There was no campfire, no smoke, and the cold wind blowing in from the mountain pass stung people's cheeks.

At the rear of the column, several of the youngest soldiers paused for a moment.

They hunched their shoulders and looked back at the opposite bank of the river, where the lights of Andong had been mostly swallowed up by the night.

That was the place they had just left, the home they wanted to keep.

The old squad leader, carrying a marching iron pot on his back, walked past several soldiers.

Seeing their hesitation, the old squad leader touched the family photo on his chest, then turned to look at the young people who had turned back.

"Comrades, don't look back."

"We'll come back after the war is over."

Before his eyes, the small courtyard from sixteen years ago came to mind.

Xiulan stood by the threshold, tied his leg bindings, stuffed the bamboo tube of pickled vegetables into his arms, and gave him the same instructions.

Don't look back.

Don't look back.

You need to be strong-willed and have good luck.

Then walk out safely, and walk back safely.

The old squad leader lowered his eyes, then suddenly opened them and strode into the night ahead.

Comrades, don't look back!