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

The comments section quickly provided an explanation: groups with a higher proportion of medics have a different evaluation method.

However, the standard formation is different.

If half of the squad's combat strength is lost, the system will determine that the squad has lost its combat capability and start a forced countdown.

In other words, if either of the two members of Crazy Brother and the old squad leader dies, they will have to prepare for "resurrection".

"What's wrong?"

The old squad leader, who was walking behind, looked at the three men, including Kuang Ge, who had stopped, with a puzzled expression.

In the past, he would definitely have cursed out Kuang Ge and the others.

But now even the old squad leader understands that sometimes when Crazy Brother and the others stop, it's because they've suddenly received some special information.

Kuang Ge didn't dare to hide anything, so he quickly went to the old squad leader's ear and repeated the rules he had just seen in words that the old squad leader could understand.

The old squad leader's face darkened after hearing this.

"Ruan Ruan is the girl who saved people, I won't hold it against her."

He kept his eyes on Madman and Hawkeye.

"But if two of us three men fall, the last one, even if he's on his last breath, has to hold the line for me!"

"Anyone who dares to rely on some countdown or a second life to throw their life away will have their legs broken by my own hand when they get to the afterlife!"

No, I didn't intend to be reckless.

Crazy Brother, who was being closely watched by the old squad leader, shrank his neck and immediately straightened his chest, quietly responding.

"yes!"

You're the father! You're right! Poor, weak and helpless, Brother Kuang.

At this moment, Hawkeye frowned and asked the comments section.

"What will happen to the survivors if the countdown ends?"

They soon learned that the system would arrange reasonable battlefield accidents, including but not limited to stray bullets, shell fragments, or bombs dropped by aircraft.

In short, the remaining people will die in a way that is reasonable and justifiable.

Hawkeye fell into deep thought, which was unusual.

He discovered another blind spot.

"Since it's a rollback after defeat, resetting it is the easiest way."

"Why is a natural death procedure still necessary?"

"Don't you understand that old scoundrel Luo?" Kuang Ge scoffed. "He just wants to lock down the realism."

"After the entire squad is wiped out, there will definitely be a post-battle replay so we can see with our own eyes how the position was lost and how our comrades sacrificed themselves."

"If he doesn't stab all the way in, can he be called a healing designer?"

Kuang Ge believed he had seen through everything; this old scoundrel Luo was definitely up to no good with his arrangement.

Just understand healing as treating depression!

"It does sound like something he's capable of doing."

After listening, Ruan Ruan sighed.

Otherwise, why would everyone call him "Luo Anluo the Old Thief"?

It's because that old scoundrel Luo has created one contrast after another, affecting their mentality time and time again.

Although, Luo Laozei did not promote the Korean War arc as a healing game.

But Hawkeye still felt something was off, even though Crazy's reasoning was very suitable for Old Thief Luo.

But he just couldn't figure out what was wrong.

After all, the story mode's resurrection and save mechanism in the War of Resistance Against Japan was a precedent that misled all players.

Hawkeye never imagined that Loan's arrangement was to facilitate their natural deaths, allowing them to be transferred to the next Hero Company along the timeline...

Then, give them a "big surprise".

……

The group climbed a steep hill with heavy footsteps.

The night wind rustled through the pine trees covering the mountain.

The hill is over 100 meters high and lies between the two highways leading from Yunshan to Xichuan and Wenjing.

Whoever occupies this place can keep an eye on the enemy's two routes of advance.

"Comrades from the Third Company?"

A head wrapped in a turban peeked out from the dark pine forest.

He gripped his entrenching tool, crouched low, and crawled in front of the crowd.

"I am the platoon leader of the second company."

"The regimental headquarters figured it would take you some time to get back from your reconnaissance, so they've sent us over with men to help."

"The main peak trench is half-dug, but the anti-artillery tunnels are not yet fully excavated."

"The ground below is all frozen soil and pebbles; the shovel is almost worn down."

The platoon leader of the second company handed the entrenching tool to the company commander of the third company.

The company commander took the document, turned to look at everyone, and immediately gave the order.

"Each class, take your assigned personnel to take over the work."

"yes!"

The soldiers of the Third Company took over the trenches and artillery shelters left behind by the Second Company and immediately scattered to work.

Crazy Brother picked up his entrenching tool and stomped down on the black soil beneath his feet.

The shovel blade suddenly struck a hard object, sparking a few flecks.

"Is there an iron plate buried underneath?" Crazy Brother shook his numb arm.

Hawkeye crouched down by the trench, scraped away the top layer of black soil with his bayonet, and then rubbed the mud scraps together a few times.

"It's frozen solid; it dropped below zero last night." Hawkeye looked up at the sky.

"The wind is heavy with moisture, and the clouds are pressing in this direction; snow shouldn't be far off."

A veteran from Northeast China next to him used a pickaxe to break through the frozen soil and took over the conversation.

"Hey! This place is really weird, your ears can freeze off in October."

"By November, who knows, I might wake up one morning to find snow blocking the door!"

Upon hearing this, the round-faced warrior felt even colder and shrank his neck.

"With all the cotton we have on us, can we hold up?"

"We have to bear it even if we can't." The veteran from Northeast China grinned.

"Why don't you talk to the enemy and tell them to wait until spring to come?"

Laughter erupted from the trench.

However, many people have expressed concerns.

Although they were among the first batch of soldiers to go to the Korean War, their preparations were still rushed, and many of them were only wearing thin cotton-padded jackets.

If it really snows, logistical support might not be able to keep up.

Kuang Ge swung his shovel again, leaving only a white mark on the frozen soil.

"I see now. That old scoundrel Luo didn't send us here to fight a war; he sent us here to gnaw on rocks with shovels."

"You idiot, if the shovel isn't working, just get a pickaxe! Stop babbling!"

The old squad leader walked over and scolded him in a bad mood.

He spread his legs, used his waist and back to exert force, and smashed the pickaxe down on the frozen rock.

boom!

A crack appeared in the frozen stone.

He then added another pickaxe, and the gravel rolled into the bottom of the trench.

"Permafrost is hard, but even if you dig it up, it's more resistant to blasting than soft soil."

"Every inch we dig further means one less life to be lost once the fighting begins!"

Kuang Ge rubbed his tiger's mouth, staring blankly at the imposing old squad leader, and sighed inwardly, "As expected of the high damage output of the left hand."

Then he spoke his mind.

"Fine, fine, you're the father, you're in charge!"

"Less poverty, more clean land!"

After the old squad leader finished scolding, he picked up his pickaxe again.

……

At 1 a.m., the 120th Division headquarters convoy changed its route temporarily, and the division political commissar arrived at the 360th Regiment command post.

The regimental commander heard the political commissar of the division enter and went to greet him.

His lips moved, preparing to preemptively make a self-criticism, already bracing himself for criticism.

The political commissar didn't let him speak, but walked to the table and praised him.

"Well done, Lao Xu! That was a brilliant move!"

The political commissar pointed to Ningbian on the map, saying, "Once Ningbian is lost, the enemy situation completely changes."

"Continuing to copy the previously determined locations is tantamount to sending soldiers to their deaths."

"Even though you lost contact with the division headquarters, you still managed to send people to find out the enemy's situation and take the initiative to block the road north of Yunshan. This is not running away without permission."

"This is an emergency response!"

The political commissar looked around the room.

"The division's Party Committee has decided to issue a commendation throughout the division for the 360th Regiment's decisive action!"

The regimental commander relaxed his shoulders; it turned out he hadn't come to criticize them. That was good.

"The team leader won't have to take the blame this time." The live stream camera, which had been switched over, also breathed a sigh of relief.

"If this were some other military units, like the main force that wishes to remain anonymous, anyone who dared to change their deployment would be held accountable first!"

"Hmph, it has to be the Red Legion. Whoever can solve the problem should go!"

"That's exactly right. Discipline shouldn't leave people standing still and waiting to die!"