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

"Those bombers are not right; they definitely don't have the same firepower as before!"

Hawkeye, noticing the unusual enemy aircraft, immediately shouted a warning.

"The cargo mounted under the wings is too big; if it all crashes down, our layer of soil won't be able to stop it!"

Squad Leader Shi and the others were stunned.

If it were recruits from other companies who dared to shout like that, they might have hesitated.

But just now, Hawkeye recognized that artillery correction machine and saved the soldiers of the Third Company.

Now, no one in the Third Company dares to take Hawkeye's warning as nonsense.

Squad Leader Shi climbed out of the trench, which was half a person's height, and shouted at the top of his lungs to the Third Company Commander.

"Company Commander! Recruit Hawkeye says there's something very strange about these planes!"

"Let the brothers go deep into the cave. This time, they must hide well and never show their faces!"

Upon hearing that it was the new recruit Eagle Eye's assessment, the company commander's expression immediately turned serious, and he chose to believe him.

He grabbed the whistle and blew it repeatedly, then swung his arm down sharply.

"Everyone, get into the bunker!"

The whistle had just passed over the ridge when a formation of enemy bombers flew over the mountain, casting large shadows on their bellies.

The shrill sound quickly descended from the sky.

Before long, the entire mountain began to shake continuously, and the firepower became even more intense than before.

Squad Leader Shi lay face down at the bottom of the trench, his head in his hands, mouth agape, his chest throbbing with pain from the shock.

Permafrost and gravel kept falling from the top of the cave, and the thickened wooden stakes seemed to be about to break at any moment.

Squad Leader Shi raised his mud-covered face and shouted to the old squad leader.

"Old Boss! Thank goodness you led everyone to chisel through that half-meter-long rock last night!"

"If we had dug to the original depth, not a single person from our third platoon would be left intact!"

The sound of cannon fire continued for quite a while before suddenly stopping.

As Crazy Brother spat out the gunpowder smoke from his mouth and was about to look outside, Hawkeye had already poked half his body out first.

He stared at the smoke and dust for two seconds, then his expression changed again.

"No, there was no sound of air being cut."

A dozen or so enemy planes, having somehow descended to low altitude, dropped several enormous cylinders.

They descended slowly, without the whistling of ordinary aerial bombs or the piercing sound of artillery shells.

Everyone was prepared for an even bigger explosion.

But when the cylinder crashed into the Jiandong South Mountain position, it only made a dull thud, not at all like a bomb.

Just as everyone was beginning to wonder, viscous oil gushed out of the cylinder, spreading rapidly along the trenches, rocks, and tree trunks.

Flames streaked along the ground, igniting several trenches simultaneously.

In less than two breaths, the area within a hundred meters of the three-unit formation was suddenly engulfed in flames.

Black smoke billowed up from the mountaintop instantly, baking the air until it tasted bitter and dry.

Crazy Brother was hit head-on by the heat wave that had swept into the trench, his hair became curly and yellow, and several blisters even appeared on his cheeks.

Breathing was even more difficult.

Kuang Ge gritted his teeth, choked out a mouthful of black blood, and cursed loudly.

"Fuck the Southern Korean army! That's napalm!"

"Using this to clean infantry positions? Is this equipment gap ever going to end?!"

Moreover, napalm bombs can cause injuries and harm to people!

In the Dragon Kingdom's live stream room, the barrage of comments immediately exploded.

"Holy crap? How come the equipment gap is widening so much? And are napalm bombs something you can just throw around like that?"

"Something's not right about the Korean War. We're eating fried noodles and wearing thin cotton clothes, and we're supposed to use our bare hands to withstand this kind of firepower? We can't even die a quick and painless death!"

"These Southern Dynasty soldiers are just as shameless as the Japanese devils, but the most despairing thing is that flesh and blood really are crushed by steel and flames, unable to lift their heads!"

No one discussed tactics anymore; everyone stared at the crimson screen, praying that more people on the mountain would survive.

Meanwhile, on the southern mountain of Jiandong, the soldiers of the Third Company were also encountering this weapon for the first time.

If kerosene gets on your cotton clothes, just put it in and burn it. Slapping it doesn't work, and rolling it around won't put it out.

A soldier reached out to pat the flames on his comrade's shoulder, and his own palm was immediately ignited.

Another veteran's thigh was splashed with kerosene.

He glanced down and knew that extinguishing the fire was impossible, so he had no choice but to draw his bayonet and decisively gouge out the burning area.

Blood and fire fell together in the trenches.

He gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

Even as the flames reached their feet, no one ran towards the back of the mountain.

Some people were so burned that they couldn't hold their guns, so they used their sleeves to pad the butts of their guns.

Some people lay prone at the bottom of the trench, their chests rising and falling, waiting for the black smoke to dissipate slightly before pointing their guns out again.

No one... retreat.

Because the main force's deployment, outflanking maneuvers, and encirclement plans all depend on whether they can hold this position.

If they can't hold their ground, not only will they lose their first battle, but the Chinese People's Volunteer Army will also likely lose its first battle abroad.

Three in a row, no retreat allowed.

Even if the enemy uses fire to set them on fire, they cannot retreat!

At that moment, Kuang Ge and his group heard continuous coughing coming from the trench.

"There are still people outside!"

Ruan Ruan grabbed the medical kit, turned around, and rushed out.

A soldier reached out to stop him, but only managed to grab a handful of black ash.

"Medic, come back!"

Squad Leader Shi was also shouting from behind.

"Softie! It's all on fire outside!"

Ruan Ruan didn't turn around.

She opened the medical kit, poured all the remaining clean water onto the gauze and strips of cloth, then lowered her body and ran along several sections of trenches that had not yet completely collapsed from the fire.

The old squad leader followed behind her, carrying a broadsword.

Hot clods of earth rained down on him; he swung his knife to deflect them, and used his other hand to protect his soft shoulder.

Several soldiers lay at the bottom of the trench, their faces covered in soot, coughing painfully as they clutched their throats.

Ruan Ruan rushed forward, ripped the sparks off their hat brims, and pressed a damp cloth over their mouths and noses.

"Don't scratch your face!"

"Lower your head and slowly inhale!"

"Tell me if anyone can still move!"

Her voice was no longer gentle, and commands fell one after another.

A soldier tried to speak, but coughed so hard he bent over as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Don't speak, just block the smoke!"

After dealing with one, she rushed to the next.

The red ribbon on her wrist had been smoked black, and her ponytail was mostly undone.

But she didn't stop.

The flames lasted for a long time.

One batch of oil burned out, and another batch fell on the hillside.

The trenches, wooden stakes, pine trees and ammunition boxes caught fire one after another, and the entire Jiandong Nanshan was shrouded in thick smoke.

Only after the last flame went out did the hilltop gradually quiet down.

The area, which was originally covered with pine trees, is now only covered with charred stumps.

The more than 100-meter-long Third Company position was devoid of any greenery, and the air was still scorching hot.

On the scorched hilltop, only the faint crackling of embers burning through the wood remained, as if no one was alive anymore.

at the foot of the mountain.

The Southern Dynasty commander lowered his binoculars with a satisfied expression.

"A bunch of people in tattered cotton-padded clothes think they can stop our allied forces' firepower?"

"Under this cover, there won't be any living people left on the mountain."

He took a cup of hot coffee from his adjutant, took a sip and casually poured it at his feet, then drew his sword and pointed it at the charred mountain.

"Order the infantry battalion to deploy in search formation and begin the ascent. I want to see the flag of our Southern Dynasty at the summit!"

The bugle sounded again, and a large number of Southern Dynasty soldiers pressed forward onto the still-warm scorched earth, heading towards the southern mountain of Jiandong.

This time, their steps were much lighter.

In their eyes, it would be a miracle if there were any resistance on that mountain that had been burned by fire!