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

The wind suddenly stopped.

The team, which was about to set off, stopped abruptly when they heard a trembling "Commander," and all looked at Crazy Brother and Handsome Guy.

The old squad leader turned around, stretched out his right hand with lightning speed, and steadily supported the handsome leader's wrist that was holding the basket.

But the moment that powerful and swift hand touched the handsome man's skin, all its sharp edges softened.

The handsome guy was stunned, and the basket he wanted to force into Kuang Ge's arms suddenly wouldn't go down.

"Fellow villager." The old squad leader's face showed no anger; his tone was stern yet kind. "Take it back quickly."

To the three members of the Madman Trio and the Blue Star Barrage, the old squad leader at this moment was a frighteningly unfamiliar figure.

It may seem like there's no anger, but it's more terrifying than outwardly displaying anger.

The entire team, in particular, looked at Kuang Ge with a subtle expression, giving them a feeling of "Holy crap, I've broken a law of heaven."

The old squad leader looked at the handsome guy and said without room for doubt.

"Also, these two words shouldn't be used carelessly."

The handsome leader shrank back, intimidated by the old squad leader's aura.

"Huh? What...what word?"

What taboo did he break this time?

Shuai Ba Zi is also a tough guy who has been through thick and thin in the Dadu River. He didn't wet his pants when he faced a hail of bullets with Kuang Ge and the others.

Being stared at by the old squad leader made my legs tremble a little.

Most importantly, he didn't know where he went wrong—

Surely the Red Army doesn't eat eggs?!

The handsome young man was momentarily stunned and didn't realize that the old sergeant was referring to the word "commander" until the old sergeant answered.

"Sir."

The old squad leader looked at the handsome leader, his gaze slowly softening from its previous sharpness to a gentle look towards a man suffering from misfortune.

He pointed to the stunned Kuang Ge standing to the side.

"In our team, there are no gentlemen like those in the old army who ride horses and sit in sedan chairs."

"He's just a soldier... at most, a leader among soldiers."

The old squad leader stretched out his finger and poked Crazy Brother's chest.

"You can call him 'Little Comrade,' 'Crazy Kid,' or even 'Big Brother,' it's all fine."

"Just don't call me 'sir'."

In the live stream, tens of millions of viewers looked completely bewildered.

"Wait... isn't this a bit of an overreaction, Sergeant?"

"What's wrong with calling him 'Sir'? Isn't it a respectful title? It shows that Brother Kuang is awesome!"

"Exactly! What should you call your superior if not 'Sir'? 'Brother'? That would get you locked up in solitary confinement!"

A simple name has sparked a clash of values ​​between two worlds.

Kuang Ge was also frozen in place, at a loss for what to do.

He initially found it quite appealing.

After all, he led a thousand men to cross the Dadu River and was hailed as "Commander" by the people, which made his vanity explode.

But now, the old squad leader's gaze made him feel like he had truly broken a cardinal rule.

"this……"

The handsome man didn't understand either, but he could tell from the words that were good or bad, so he had no choice but to put the basket down awkwardly.

"Then...then these eggs, for...for the young comrades to nourish their bodies."

"This is the heartfelt gift from the whole village; we don't have anything special to offer..."

As he spoke, the handsome man was about to put the basket on the ground, as if he wanted to drop everything and run away.

He was afraid that the soldiers were just being polite and that he might not actually want it later.

This red legion really baffled him.

He used to call Crazy Brother "Commander" in front of so many "gray uniforms" and no one said anything to him.

Why are all the "gray uniforms" around Brother Kuang and his group acting like they've had their tails stepped on and are eager to jump up?

The sight of all eyes on him made the handsome guy feel quite uncomfortable.

"Splash!"

At that moment, a crisp metallic clanging sound rang out.

The old sergeant pulled a handful of copper coins from his patched-up pocket.

There weren't many, just a dozen or so, their edges worn smooth and shiny, clearly his valuables that he had carried for a long time.

Without even counting, he grabbed the leader's hand and slapped all the warm copper coins into the leader's palm.

Then, the old squad leader took three red eggs from the basket.

It was exactly the same value as its copper coin, no more and no less.

"Fellow villager."

The old squad leader gripped the handsome leader's hand tightly and patted it hard.

"Take these remaining eggs back with you and leave them for the children in the village to eat."

"These days, life is tough for everyone."

"If we take it all, or take part of it and don't pay us, how are we any different from those warlords who skinned you alive?"

The old squad leader's voice, carried by the river breeze, reached everyone's ears.

"We are the Red Legion, the army of the poor."

"Don't rob the poor."

The commander was completely stunned upon hearing this.

Previously, Kuang Ge had told him that the Red Legion was a people's army, and he knew that this army was very different.

But the masses are ultimately not as grounded as the poor, and they make the leader's mind more complicated and difficult to understand.

The warlords or bandit groups he had encountered before, which one of them didn't come and act arrogantly?

Ordinary people always have to call them "sir" or "soldier" before they'll even give them a smile.

Then, when passing through villages, they would have to offer chicken, duck, fish, and meat; if they displeased someone even slightly, they would be whipped.

Forget about getting paid, just not being conscripted into the army is a blessing!

But these people in front of me...

Previously, Kuang Ge and his gang had desperately written IOUs, and even doubled their repayment to the village by giving them a box of silver dollars.

Now, this old soldier in front of me, even if he's just collecting a few eggs, will empty his pockets completely.

The word "fairness" suddenly flashed through the commander's mind.

This word, which is rarer than gold in chaotic times, struck the rough and uncultured leader of the army hard.

His lips trembled as he looked at the copper coins in his hand, then at the soldiers around him, dressed in tattered straw sandals, preparing for a forced march.

"I...I understand!"

The handsome guy wiped his already reddened eyes, stopped arguing, picked up the remaining half-basket of eggs, and ran away.

After running a few steps, he stopped, turned around, and, using the loud voice he had honed on the river, shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Young...young comrade! And comrades!"

"You must come back alive!!"

This roar, filled with both sobs and bloodlust, echoed for a long time along the banks of the Dadu River.

The old squad leader watched the handsome leader's retreating figure, and a smile finally relaxed on his face.

He carefully tucked the three red eggs into his pocket; they were for the wounded soldiers in the team.

Then, he turned around, and his smile vanished instantly.

The speed at which Madman, Eagle Eye, and Softie changed their expressions sent a chill down the spines of Madman, Eagle Eye, and Softie at the same time.

"Attention! Left turn! Destination: Luding Bridge! Forced march!"

After shouting the order, the old squad leader did not go to the team leader to lead the way.

Instead, she deliberately slowed down and floated to Brother Kuang's side.

The team set off, their straw sandals rustling as they stepped on the gravel road.

Kuang Ge stared straight ahead, his marching was impeccable, he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

But he could feel two piercing gazes fixed obliquely on his profile.

That was the old squad leader's "death stare".

This silence lasted for a full five minutes.

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Hmm, I'm having a bit of writer's block, so I'm writing really slowly. Thanks to "General Xie who loves a drop of fragrance" for the amazing gift, I've added 1/3 of the chapter to the update schedule...

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