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

Not long after they got off the bridge, Kuang Ge stomped his foot.

The permafrost in the North is strangely hard; it feels like winter even though it's only the end of October.

The howling cold wind made Kuang Ge and his friends wonder if it would snow soon.

And it was a lot of snow.

Kuang Ge shrank his neck, switched the carbine to his other shoulder, and followed the vanguard group along the mountain road.

No one lit the fire, no one spoke loudly, and the entire army marched forward in silence.

Just then, a song came from the back of the group.

At first, it was very soft, carried by the wind, and it was impossible to hear what was being sung.

After walking a little further, the sound gradually became clearer.

"Proud and spirited..."

"Proudly..."

"Crossing the Yalu River..."

Hawkeye walked at the side rear of the group, paused for a moment with his gun at the ready, and turned to look back at the way they had come.

"They are the troops that will cross the bridge later."

The young soldier next to him also perked up his ears.

The singing came from across the river, from one group after another, and soon reached the vanguard regiment.

The voices weren't very synchronized; some sang too fast, and some sang too slow.

Many people had never heard of it before and could only follow along with the tune.

But the song pierced through the cold wind, each line clearer than the last.

"Safeguard peace, defend our motherland..."

"It's about protecting our hometown..."

In the Third Company, many soldiers slowed their pace.

They all thought of the Andong River Beach.

I recall those American warplanes with their noses lowered, and the river surface torn open by machine gun fire and the blood-red river water.

The young soldier lowered his head and wiped his face with the back of his hand.

Squad Leader Shi gritted his teeth, his eyes already red.

"Well sung!"

"We crossed the river to fight, wasn't it all for these few words?"

He sniffed and started singing along with the group behind him at the top of his lungs.

One after another, they opened their mouths.

The hoarse singing voice traveled over the hillside ahead and reached the distant contingent.

Crazy Brother, carrying a gun, moved his lips a few times and started singing along.

If the game had just started and they were thrown onto the banks of the Yalu River, he would at most just say "it's nice" when he heard this song.

But they followed the 40th Army northward, passing by their homes but unable to return.

They witnessed enemy planes crossing the border and firing at women and children on the riverbank.

Hearing "To safeguard peace and defend our motherland is to protect our hometown" again completely changed my feeling.

The song is about the home they must protect.

They went on expeditions abroad simply to protect their homeland!

Kuang Ge raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his eye, then raised his voice and sang along with the three-part song.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

"No way, where did that old bastard Luo get so many songs? I'm getting goosebumps!"

"How can they keep singing as they walk forward when hell is clearly ahead?"

"Because if they don't keep moving forward, hell will descend upon their homes..."

"Waaah, stop talking, I can't hold back my tears anymore."

Kuang Ge had no interest in paying attention to the comments.

He followed the group step by step forward until the singing was blocked by the mountains behind them.

After entering North Korean territory, the army's marching method changed.

They hide during the day and move quickly at night.

As soon as it was light, the sky became the territory of the allied powers.

Reconnaissance planes frequently flew over the mountains and forests, sometimes so high that they could only be seen as black dots.

Sometimes the volume is extremely low, and the roar of the engine sweeps past the treetops.

The troops are strictly prohibited from lighting fires and from moving around at will.

Even if enemy planes are circling overhead, you have to stay put.

In a patch of withered yellow bushes, the soldiers of the third squad lay prone on the frozen ground, their bodies covered with branches and dry grass.

The roar of the plane grew closer.

A young soldier suddenly clutched his stomach, his face turning blue from holding it in.

"Class monitor..."

"My stomach hurts, I really can't hold it in anymore."

As he spoke, he tried to sit up.

Squad Leader Shi grabbed his back and pressed him back into the bushes.

"Lie down properly!"

The young soldier was in so much pain that sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Class monitor, I really need to poop..."

"Don't move even if you're pooping in your pants!" Sergeant Shi growled close to his ear. "The reconnaissance planes are looking for us overhead!"

"If you stand up, the entire hiding place could be exposed."

"Then it won't just be this one plane that gets bombed; the whole company will be bombed!"

The young soldier bit his sleeve and curled up into a ball.

Ruan Ruan was lying not far away, and there was no way to go over, so I could only soothe her in a low voice.

"Don't move, inhale slowly."

"Just a little longer, the plane will be there soon."

The young soldier nodded painfully, tears welling up in his eyes, but he never looked up again.

The reconnaissance plane flew over the mountains and forests.

The wing made a bend on the horizon, circled once, and then flew away into the distance.

Even after the roaring sound completely disappeared, Squad Leader Shi still did not give the order to get up.

After waiting for a while, he finally pushed aside the withered branches above his head and looked up at the sky.

"Wait another 15 minutes, and no one is allowed to move."

The old squad leader lay down beside him and whispered.

"Reconnaissance planes sometimes launch surprise attacks from behind, Sergeant Shi is right."

Kuang Ge buried his face in his mouth and took a bite of frozen soil.

He spat twice, then obediently lay back down.

For five nights, the 360th Regiment continued its journey forward.

During the day, they hide in the mountains, villages, and valleys. When they get hungry, they grab a handful of fried noodles, stuff them into their mouths, and then swallow them with a mouthful of cold water.

As soon as it got dark, everyone immediately got up and set off, wrapping their shoes with cloth when the soles wore out.

I popped the blisters on my feet with a needle and continued walking the next night.

After passing through Taechon, the 360th Regiment finally reached the Sangsadong and Hasadong areas north of Unsan City on the morning of the fifth day.

The morning mist pressed down on the valley.

Just as the team received the order to rest on the spot, Hawkeye suddenly stopped and turned around to warn them.

The company commander waved his hand, and the sound of gun bolts being pulled back echoed from both sides of the road.

"What's going on?"

Squad Leader Shi asked in a low voice.

"A small armed group is approaching 300 meters ahead," Eagle Eye reported.

Crazy Brother lay prone behind the earthen slope, his carbine aimed at the morning mist.

"Can you make out the equipment? Is it US or South Korean troops?"

"It shouldn't be either of those. They don't have heavy weapons, and their formation is broken," Hawkeye replied. "They look like defeated soldiers who just retreated from the battlefield."

The footsteps in the fog grew closer, and a figure emerged first.

The man was wearing a tattered military uniform, with one arm in a sling across his chest and the other hand resting on a wooden stick.

Dozens of people followed behind.

Some people dragged damaged machine guns, while others had long since lost their shoes and were only wrapped in a few layers of blood-stained rags on their feet.

There were also two makeshift stretchers in the group.

The wounded man on the stretcher had his eyes closed, and it was unclear whether he was still breathing.

The old squad leader looked at it for a moment, then lowered the muzzle of his gun.

"It was the North Korean People's Army, which was scattered along the way."

The company commander immediately instructed the communications officer to relay the message to the rear.

Before long, the regimental commander arrived with his guard platoon and translator.

The remnants of the Northern Dynasty army on the opposite side also spotted them.

Upon seeing a row of gun barrels emerging from the morning mist, the dozens of people simultaneously stopped in their tracks.

Several wounded soldiers picked up their broken guns, but they could barely stand.

The officer walking in front closed his eyes.

He clearly thought he had run into a search party of the Allied powers.

The translator from the 360th Regiment stepped forward and shouted at the other side in North Korean.

"Don't shoot!"

"We are volunteers from the Dragon Kingdom, here to support you!"

The person on the other end did not react.

The North Korean officer opened his eyes, stared at the translator for a long time, and then looked towards both sides of the mountain road.

Behind the withered grass and bushes, one soldier after another raised their heads.

There are people on the earthen slope.

There are people in the woods.

In the more distant mountain valleys, the newly arrived Chinese People's Volunteer Army was also hidden.

Their good brother, the White Bear Kingdom, did not send troops to help them, but the Dragon Kingdom quietly sent troops to their side to provide support.

The Northern Korean officer opened his mouth several times, but couldn't utter a word.

A soldier with a broken arm lost his grip, and the wooden stick fell onto the frozen ground.

He took two steps forward, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground, bursting into tears that echoed through the valley.

They retreated all the way north.

The position was lost, and so was our hometown.

Behind them were enemies including planes, tanks, and countless cars; they didn't even know where they could retreat to next.

Just when there was nowhere left to retreat, a reinforcement appeared in the mountains.

The Chinese People's Volunteer Army.