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

There was a moment of silence.

If this had happened yesterday, a new recruit who dared to ask the company commander for a good gun before a battle would have been scolded by the veterans.

But no one said a word today.

During the last charge, almost every time Hawkeye pulled the trigger, an enemy fell.

Even several veterans in the Third Company who had been shooting all their lives admired his accuracy.

I simply can't understand how a new recruit could be so calm and accurate on his first battlefield experience.

Especially considering that Hawkeye was using an ordinary rifle, he still managed to achieve a battlefield kill that was worthy of a top marksman.

It's no wonder the company commander yelled at Squad Leader Shi for this achievement, telling him to protect the lives of several new recruits.

Especially for exceptional talents like Hawkeye, a company might not even have many top-notch marksmen, especially on the battlefield of the Korean War, where casualties were frequent.

As for "sharpshooter," that's a term from the past.

The company commander turned around and stared at Hawkeye, listening to him tap on the gun barrel as he explained.

"The rifling of this gun is worn out too badly. Within 100 meters, you can still control the trajectory by anticipating the bullet."

"But I just observed that the enemy has learned their lesson."

"Their commanders and heavy artillery positions will definitely be hiding a hundred meters away or even further, using machine guns and tank cannons to cover the infantry as they close in."

Eagle Eyes pointed down the mountain to analyze the situation, then looked back at the third company commander.

"Company commander, give me a rifle with the required range and accuracy. I can snipe key enemy units from a distance!"

"If they dare to show their faces, I'll name them!"

"I'll order one for every one you show!"

That's a very arrogant statement, and Hawkeye has that confidence too.

His marksmanship was honed through countless real battles; otherwise, how could he have impressed the top marksmen in the company?

Although real expert marksmen do not have his extensive experience in live-fire shooting.

But the company commander and his men didn't know that; they just felt that these new recruits had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

In a team, skill is king, and Hawkeye has the skill to deserve a gun that only a top-tier marksman can use.

The problem now is that Sanli doesn't have any extra good guns.

The last round of artillery fire destroyed most of the weapons on the position.

The few American weapons that were originally captured were either destroyed in the explosion or buried in the ground along with their original owners.

But... the company commander looked at the sharp-eyed eagle and remained silent.

He suddenly turned around and strode quickly toward a half-collapsed cat-ear hole on the left.

Hawkeye and his team instinctively followed.

Inside the cat-ear cave, lay a body that had just been covered with a white sheet.

A charred hand was visible through the edge of the white cloth.

The third company commander squatted down, remained silent for a moment, and then reached out to brush away the loose soil next to the body.

The crowd's expressions immediately turned somber, and they understood what the third company commander was about to do.

He reached his hands under the body and slowly pulled it out.

Then he brought out a long spear stained with blood.

It was none other than the M1903 Springfield rifle, the best sniper rifle available at the time.

The entire company only had five or six guns, all of which were given to the top marksmen.

Just half an hour ago, the foxhole where sniper Lao Wu was located was swallowed up by napalm.

While clearing the ruins, the soldiers dug out a charred body from the burnt wooden stakes and frozen soil.

Old Wu curled up on the gun, using his body to block the fiercest flames, managing to protect the best gun in the entire company.

The gun is still there, but the man is gone.

Hawkeye's breathing became heavy, and his gaze shifted from the body to the company commander's hands.

This gun is incredibly heavy.

The company commander blinked a few times, wiping away the tears that were about to spill, and then spoke quickly in a low voice.

"Springfield rifle, effective range of 400 to 550 meters."

"Our company only has five or six intact guns left, and none of them have scopes."

With a scope, the effective range of the Springfield rifle can reach 800 to 900 meters.

After speaking, the third company commander looked up at Hawkeye.

That look wasn't like handing over a gun; it was more like handing a knife to someone about to go into battle.

"The original owner and his marksmanship have already taken the place of everyone else."

"Now, this gun is handed to you, with eyes that can see through artillery correction mechanisms."

Tell me, can you hold it steady?

Hawkeye did not answer.

He reached out and caught the Springfield rifle with both hands.

The stock was still warm.

His fingers trembled slightly, feeling a weight for the first time because of a gun.

Because this was a soldier's unfinished battle.

Hawkeye took a deep breath.

The smoke was mixed with the smell of burning, which made my lungs ache.

The next moment, he tightened his grip, holding the Springfield rifle firmly in his arms.

That slight tremor disappeared.

The company commander noticed the detail of Hawkeye's trembling hands and the somber mood in his eyes.

Not wanting the entire position to remain gloomy, he raised his hand and slapped Hawkeye hard on the shoulder.

"Good lad, take it and do a good job! Don't look so long-faced!"

"The enemy is coming up again soon, give them a good beating!"

"After this battle, I'll personally recommend you for credit!"

After the words "request for commendation" were uttered, the trench fell silent for a moment.

The wounded soldiers who had been lying in the pit panting for breath clung to the edge of the trench one after another and raised their heads.

A soldier with a wooden splint in his left arm crawled out, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Company commander, you can't be biased!"

"During the first charge, I used a demolition charge to blow off the tracks of an enemy tank. Everyone saw it, so you have to remember that!"

A veteran with bandages wrapped around his abdomen pulled out his half-broken bayonet and banged it against a stone.

"My legs can still move, I can still do bayonet fighting later!"

"Company commander, count me in!"

"And me!"

"I just loaded three boxes of ammunition for the machine gunner!"

"I saved Old Zhou's life, doesn't that count?"

"Company commander, don't just praise the new recruits; we veterans shouldn't be left out!"

A charred trench, in the blink of an eye, was filled with sound again.

Kuang Ge and the old squad leader were somewhat bewildered. They looked around at their comrades, whose spirits had been elevated simply because of the words "request for commendation."

What's going on?

Some of these people had broken hands, some were wrapped in bandages, and some had burns on their faces, yet they were all vying to claim credit.

As veteran players who had only experienced the Long March and Anti-Japanese War instances, Kuang Ge and his friends were somewhat confused.

Although they did ask for credit back then, and it was indeed an honor, the feeling of being awarded three times was completely different.

Why does it seem like asking for credit is a common occurrence in the three-company system?

Somewhat bewildered, Kuang Ge shook his slightly dazed head. Whatever, asking for credit is definitely an honor.

He's good for nothing, but he's number one at joining in the fun.

Although he didn't understand why everyone was so excited, it didn't stop him from wanting to give it a try.

Kuang Ge quickly pushed through the crowd and approached the Third Company Commander, shouting with anticipation.

"Company commander, I also want to claim credit! I took down seven or eight Southern Korean soldiers in the first wave of the attack!"

"With this achievement, what level of merit would you be eligible for?"