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

Just when Kuang Ge felt he was about to suffocate from the oppressive atmosphere, he heard the seemingly mild voice of the old squad leader.

"Hey, you crazy kid."

"Did you find it pleasant to hear just now?"

The old squad leader lowered his voice so low that only Crazy Brother and Eagle Eye Ruanruan could hear him.

"Sir—?" the old sergeant drawled. "Hmm? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Don't you feel incredibly powerful and prestigious? More impressive than that great general on the stage?"

Madman: "..."

Hawkeye and Softie kept their heads down, genuinely unaware that there was something wrong with the nickname.

They definitely wouldn't call him "General" if it were "Soldier," but "Commander" was something they really couldn't have imagined...

"Class monitor, I was wrong!"

Kuang Ge was also a bachelor, and he knew that arguing at this point would be suicide, so he immediately lowered his head and admitted his mistake.

Although……

He, Hawkeye, and Softie exchanged glances, their eyes still revealing a clear-eyed stupidity.

They knew they were wrong, after all, the old squad leader had been being so sarcastic.

This was the first time they had ever seen their old squad leader like this.

But where did they go wrong? They were still a bit confused!

And what exactly is this "little comrade" and "comrade"?

In their understanding, the military has ranks, and subordinates respectfully address their superiors as "commander," which represents command authority and honor, and is a matter of course.

The comments section was filled with complaints of injustice.

"To be honest, I think Brother Kuang is quite wronged."

"Yes, the boat captain was just trying to show respect. How did that become a fundamental mistake?"

"But the old squad leader and the others really care about this title, especially since the whole team was looking over here just now, and their gazes were really creepy..."

The old squad leader was about to raise his hand to strike when he turned his head and saw the three pairs of big eyes of Crazy Brother and his gang.

Those eyes held no impurities, no rebellious spirit, only utter confusion and bewilderment.

It's like three calves that haven't been weaned yet, and for some reason they get whipped after eating a bite of grass.

"..."

The old squad leader's brows furrowed instantly.

His perfectly good right hand was already raised, reflexively wanting to give this hothead a whack on the back of the head to teach him a lesson.

But with his hand raised in frustration, looking at the three innocent and foolish faces, the old sergeant couldn't bring himself to strike.

"call……"

The old sergeant sighed, withdrew his hand, and adjusted his military cap.

"Forget it, why bother arguing with you bunch of greenhorns?"

The old squad leader shook his head, seemingly trying to convince himself.

These three kids are quite clever and fierce in battle.

It's just that my brain... why can't I make that decision?

I don't know where they found this freak from; he has absolutely no common sense.

At this moment, the team was traveling swiftly along the mountain path on the west bank of the Dadu River.

Beneath my feet lay mud and gravel, beside me roared the river.

The old squad leader strode along, glancing sideways at the three men wearing straw-woven five-pointed stars...

The old squad leader was momentarily at a loss for words to describe Brother Kuang and his gang.

"What do you think a superior is?"

Before the three of them could answer, the old squad leader's voice suddenly turned somber.

"In the old army, in those units we just drove out, what was a superior officer?"

"The officer has a leather whip! If soldiers disobey, they'll be whipped to death!"

"The officers ride magnificent horses, and the soldiers are their lackeys, holding their horses and putting them in their stirrups!"

"The officers eat meat and drink blood, while the soldiers might not even get a sip of soup, and we have to wash their feet and empty their bladders!"

The old sergeant's breathing became somewhat rapid, a result of the strain of the forced march and, more importantly, of his fluctuating emotions.

He pointed in the direction of the pursuers he couldn't see behind him.

"During battles, the officers would hide in the back, point their guns at the soldiers' heads, and yell, 'Charge! Charge!' Anyone who dared to back down would be shot dead."

"If we win, the credit goes to the officers; if we lose, the soldiers die."

"Are those soldiers? They're cannon fodder! They're corpses paving the way for their superiors to get promoted and make money!"

Crazy Brother was stunned.

Hawkeye and Softie also fell silent.

They live on a peaceful and prosperous Earth, and their understanding of war mostly comes from games and movies.

In those works, commanders are always wise and powerful, and soldiers always obey orders.

They never imagined how much blood, tears, and humiliation had been suppressed behind the word "commander" on this red land.

"Then...then let's..." Ruan Ruan murmured softly.

"We are different."

The old squad leader suddenly interrupted her.

At this moment, they encountered a steep uphill section of road.

The old squad leader didn't slow down; instead, he reached out his right hand, grabbed a panting young soldier next to him, and pulled him up.

He turned his head, his gaze sharp, sweeping over the soldiers around him, ragged and emaciated, yet still gritting their teeth and persevering.

"Here, there is no distinction of rank between officials and soldiers."

"Once you take off this military uniform, you're a farmer, he's a blacksmith, and I'm a farmhand; we all come from poor backgrounds."

"We gather together not for promotions or wealth, but so that all the poor in the world can have food to eat, clothes to wear, and the courage to stand tall as human beings!"

The old squad leader's voice had become somewhat hoarse, yet every word carried immense weight.

"We've come this far for the same goal."

"That's called having the same goals and ideals."

"So, we call each other 'comrades'."

When the word "comrade" was explained, the three of them froze, and the live stream chat stopped.

Xuan Niao, who was quietly watching the live stream in front of the screen, suddenly trembled as he held his coffee.

When he first met Luo An, Luo An addressed him as "Commander".

Was this kid doing it on purpose or intentionally?

After learning the meaning of "comrade," Xuan Niao suddenly felt that the title "commander" was no longer appealing.

Although in their world, the word "commander" does not have such a history of bloodshed and humiliation.

But why does "comrade, comrade" sound smoother and smoother the more you pronounce it?

In the game.

The old squad leader continued, his pace quickening as if he wanted to etch this belief into every step he took.

"In the Red Legion."

"The food in this marching pot can be eaten by both the regimental commander and the groom."

"When we're fighting, we don't shout 'Charge!'"

The old squad leader suddenly stopped, turned around, and pointed with his intact right arm at the endless mountain range in front of him, which led to the Luding Bridge.

"We just shout—'Follow me!'"

"In critical moments, we old-timers who carry the flag must be at the forefront!"

"If we're going to die, we'll be the first!"

"This is what the Crimson Legion should be like!"

"Got it?! You idiots!!"

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Thank you to "General Manager Xie who loves a drop of fragrance" for the king of gifts! Bonus chapter 2/3...

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