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

At that moment, not far away, beside a shell crater, the round-faced soldier was holding his ankle and gasping for breath.

He accidentally stepped into a hole while charging forward, and his ankle is now swollen.

"The bone isn't broken; it's probably a sprain."

After Ruan Ruan finished the examination, she took out the splint and was about to fix it for him.

The round-faced warrior couldn't help but gasp.

"The moment the bugle sounded, you were so focused on running forward that you couldn't even see the ditch under your feet?"

Ruan Ruan looked up at him, and the round-faced warrior immediately shut his mouth.

"Have you forgotten all the terrain observation skills the squad leader taught you?"

"No, I haven't forgotten..."

"You didn't forget how you managed to step in? And you call yourself a veteran."

Ruan Ruan placed the splint next to his feet and quickly and neatly wrapped the bandage around his feet.

"It's not shameful to get injured on the battlefield; it's shameful to run around and hurt yourself."

"Bear with it, it'll be over soon."

The round-faced soldier was in so much pain that sweat beaded on his forehead, but he dared not cry out again.

Ruan Ruan tied the knot and then tightened his shoelaces again.

"Don't let your feet touch the ground, or someone will carry you away later."

"yes!"

Not far away, the company commander of the third company happened to be patrolling this area.

He stopped, glanced at Ruan Ruan, and then looked at Kuang Ge by the roadside.

Crazy Brother was squatting next to a captured machine gun. He had already removed the bolt and was inspecting the fire control components.

Eagle Eye stood a few steps away, looking up to observe the mountain pass.

The old squad leader even arranged for the soldiers of the third squad to collect ammunition and gathered the prisoners together.

The third company commander stroked his chin thoughtfully.

These new recruits don't look like new recruits at all.

The marksmanship, movements, courage, and even the medic's first aid techniques all carried the flavor of battlefield experience.

Just as he was about to ask a question, a whistle sounded in the distance, signaling the assembly.

The first and third companies have completed the battlefield regrouping.

More than 30 prisoners of war from the Southern Dynasty were put under centralized guard, and the captured firearms, ammunition, and supplies were quickly gathered together.

The regimental headquarters ordered the troops to immediately leave the highway and move deeper into the mountains and forests.

But just then, a low humming sound suddenly came from above the gray-white clouds.

An airplane with a striking red nose emerged from the fog.

Squad Leader Shi looked up and quickly got a clear view of the aircraft.

Its belly was flat, and the area under the wings was empty, with neither bombs nor heavy machine guns visible.

Based on his experience gained on the domestic battlefield, Squad Leader Shi judged it to be a reconnaissance plane.

"Don't panic, let's keep going!"

Squad Leader Shi waved his gun, signaling the soldiers escorting the prisoners to quicken their pace.

In his view, it was a reconnaissance plane without teeth.

Since we can't fire, there's nothing to be afraid of.

The most important thing right now is to get these prisoners into the ravine and away from the road as soon as possible.

Hawkeye kept looking back as he walked, his gaze following the plane's movements.

The aircraft's paint scheme, wingspan, and flight attitude gradually became clear in his view.

The more Hawkeye looked, the more strange his expression became.

The plane circled back and forth above the highway, its flight path forming the number "eight".

With each turn, the wings were lowered very low.

Hawkeye's palms quickly became sweaty; this flying method was definitely not ordinary reconnaissance.

He immediately thought of the dozens of cannons of the Southern Dynasty army, and as a semi-military enthusiast, he knew about artillery aiming aircraft, and immediately judged that the aircraft must be marking targets for the artillery in the rear.

Hawkeye's expression changed drastically. He quickly pushed aside the soldiers who were still escorting the prisoners and shouted without bothering to explain.

"That's not a reconnaissance plane! Everyone lie down immediately!"

"Find the deepest cover! Quickly!"

The people around were stunned for a moment.

On the battlefield, the body reacts faster than the brain.

They didn't know why Hawkeye was shouting that, but the instinct to trust their comrades was ingrained in their bones.

Even if Hawkeye, who spoke up, was just a recruit.

The soldiers immediately abandoned the prisoners and rushed towards the nearby ditches and shell craters.

Only the Southern Dynasty prisoners of war, who hadn't yet realized what was happening, remained standing on the road.

They didn't understand why their escorts had suddenly gone mad. Some looked up at the plane in the sky and even waved unconsciously.

But just a few seconds later, the shell arrived.

A sharp whistling sound came down from above the clouds, followed by a series of heavy artillery shells slamming into the spot where the troops had just been standing.

The road was torn open by the flames, and dirt and gravel shot into the air.

The scalding heatwave swept across the ground, snapping several pine trees nearby in two.

The Southern Dynasty prisoners of war standing outside didn't even have time to scream before they were engulfed in smoke and dust by the artillery fire.

But the shells kept coming.

Shells continued to fall one after another.

The crater was reopened, and the charred truck overturned on the roadside, with tarpaulin and debris flying everywhere.

Soil and debris fell from above the artillery shelters and drainage ditches, crushing the soldiers so they couldn't lift their heads.

The shelling lasted for several minutes.

Only after the planes in the sky had disappeared into the distance did the sound of scattered stones rolling down the mountain ridges be heard again.

Crazy Brother braced himself against the edge of the crater with both hands, spat out the mud in his mouth, and looked up at the outside.

A dozen meters away from him, there was a charred crater about half a person deep.

There were seven or eight prisoners of war from the Southern Dynasty standing there just now.

Now, not even a complete military uniform can be found.

It really was a crushing blow to "our army".

However, if it weren't for Hawkeye's shout just now, their third squad would be lying inside now.

It has to be Hawkeye who has good eyesight; even Madman only thought that the plane flying overhead was a reconnaissance plane.

Who would have thought that this was an enemy artillery calibration machine!

Squad Leader Shi also climbed out of the drainage ditch, looking at Hawkeye, who had "corrected" his statement about the reconnaissance aircraft, with a complicated expression.

If this kid hadn't shouted in time, at least a few people from their third class would have been killed.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from the mountain ridge.

The third company commander and his guards rushed down the hillside, their faces still covered in flying frozen soil.

"Old Shi! Where are your men? How many are injured?"

"Report! Everyone is safe, not even a scratch!" Squad Leader Shi pointed at Eagle Eye.

"Thanks to this kid's early warning!"

The company commander walked a few steps to Hawkeye and grabbed his shoulder.

"Good soldier! Good eye!"

"Enemy planes circled close to the mountain ridges, and you could tell they weren't there to scout ahead."

"As his name suggests, those eyes are truly well-deserved!"

However, now is not the time to talk about these things, as the enemy's follow-up troops could arrive at any moment.

The company commander immediately waved to the crowd.

"Don't even bother cleaning up the battlefield! We don't want any of that junk!"

"Everyone, retreat back to the main position via the original route!"

The soldiers of the third squad immediately took the captured weapons and retreated to the south of Jiandong Mountain under the cover of the mountains and forests.

The group crawled into the trench system and then took refuge in the anti-artillery bunkers that had been dug in advance.

After confirming that there was no artillery fire around, the third company commander loosened his collar, sat on the ammunition box, and handed the water bottle in his hand to Eagle Eye.

"You little brat, tell me the truth."

"Even Squad Leader Shi couldn't figure out what was wrong with that plane, how do you know it'll be deadly?"