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

The team started moving again.

This time, no one looked back at the flames on the opposite bank.

Everyone was like a pack of silent wolves, sheathing their fangs and lowering their bodies.

Then, on this perilous mountain road fraught with danger, he began a near-suicidal frantic run.

The wind whistled past my ears, and my lungs felt like they were on fire.

Kuang Ge bit his lip so hard that it bled.

He channeled all his anger and frustration into his legs.

Each step felt like crushing the rocks beneath my feet.

run!

Outrun the bullet!

Outrun that time!

Outrun that damned fate!

Hawkeye followed behind Crazy Brother, his breathing rhythmically adjusted.

Take three steps and exhale; take three steps and exhale.

As a former professional player, he recovered his composure the fastest.

As he ran, he quickly scanned the surrounding terrain.

This is an open area about 200 meters long, with a sheer cliff on one side and the Dadu River on the other, with no shelter whatsoever.

Although the machine guns on the other side were firing indiscriminately, because their spearhead company had a large number of men and was a big target, the probability of them getting lucky was not low.

"Spread out! Spread out a little! Don't crowd together!"

Hawkeye shouted loudly, reminding Softie and the other veterans behind him.

"Ruan Ruan, follow right behind me!"

"Use my body as a blind spot!"

Ruan Ruan didn't say anything, but just gripped the strap of the medicine bag tightly and silently followed behind Hawkeye.

If she were to call out in response at this moment, she definitely wouldn't be able to adjust her breathing rhythm.

If it weren't for the significant constitution boost in this dungeon, she probably would have fallen behind long ago.

The team struggled to make their way through the Grim Reaper's scythe.

Gunfire could be heard intermittently from the other side.

No one knew whether, with that gunshot, an "unlucky" teammate would fall.

"Almost there! The corner is just ahead!"

"There's a ravine just around the corner, they won't be able to hit us!"

The old squad leader ran at the front, encouraging everyone. Despite carrying the heaviest load, he still ran incredibly fast.

The cooking pot shimmered in the sunlight, looking like a live target.

But he seemed completely unconcerned.

The old squad leader even intentionally or unintentionally ran to the side closest to the river, using his body and the pot to block part of the firing line for the soldiers on the inside.

Just as the team was about to break out of this deadly open area.

Eagle Eyes, who had been on high alert, suddenly contracted his pupils.

His dynamic vision talent was pushed to its limit by the stimulation of adrenaline.

In that instant, the world, which was originally moving at high speed, seemed to turn into slow motion in his eyes.

He saw a burst of sparks suddenly erupt from a hard rock.

That was a stray bullet.

A bullet that was supposed to miss struck the smooth surface of the hard rock.

This shot altered its trajectory.

The gleaming yellow metal bullet, spinning with death, traced a strange zigzag line in the air.

It no longer flew blindly into the void, but instead cut straight towards the very front of the formation.

That location...

It was that figure carrying the big pot on his back, running the fastest, and swinging his arms the most powerfully!

"Class monitor!!!!"

Hawkeye screamed and roared instantly, his voice drowning out the roar of the Dadu River.

Almost at the same time.

The veteran sergeant, who was running at full speed, felt a surge of wild instincts honed from years of battlefield experience, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end.

The chilling feeling of being targeted by a venomous snake left him no time to think.

It's an instinct.

A survival instinct forged in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

As the old squad leader was running at high speed, he abruptly changed his posture, his toes suddenly touching the ground, and his body forcefully twisted to the left.

It was in that split second.

"call out--!!"

The whistling sound of bullets tearing through the air grazed everyone's eardrums.

"puff!"

A soft tearing sound.

The old squad leader's right sleeve, which was halfway waving, sent a large piece of gray cloth flying into the air.

Then, the bullet pierced the trunk of a dead tree next to the old sergeant.

It penetrated deep into the wood, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

At that moment, the hearts of Crazy Brother, Eagle Eye, and Softie all stopped for a beat.

They stared intently at the old squad leader's right hand.

Following the momentum of the twisting motion, the old squad leader rolled on the ground to dissipate the impact, then propped himself up with one hand and sprang into the air.

He glanced at his right arm with a somewhat blank expression.

The sleeve is torn.

A section of lean, dark-skinned, but perfectly intact forearm was exposed.

On that bronze skin, there was only a very faint red mark, the trace left by the gust of wind from the bullet.

It wasn't even broken.

"call……"

Crazy Brother felt all his strength drain away in that instant, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.

I didn't win.

Still.

That hand, the hand that could support the whole class even in the most desperate moments, is still there!

"What are you standing there for?!"

The old sergeant was furious when he saw the soldiers who had suddenly stopped and were standing there in a daze.

He didn't even glance at the bullet that had nearly destroyed his right hand, as if it were just an annoying fly.

"There's a ravine ahead! Get the hell in there, all of you!!"

The old squad leader roared, a release of pent-up emotions from surviving a catastrophe.

It was also his anger at the three people he had secretly praised for their tacit understanding suddenly losing focus on the battlefield.

Everyone seemed to awaken from a dream.

Everyone scrambled and crawled, almost lunging, into the inward-curving corner of the mountainside ahead.

This is a blind spot.

No matter how many bullets are fired from the other side, they can only hit the outer side of the mountain wall.

"Huff... huff..."

Upon entering the safe zone, everyone collapsed to the ground, their heavy breathing filling the air.

Kuang Ge leaned against the cold stone wall, breathing in the earthy air.

His gaze remained fixed on the old squad leader who was checking the number of people in the line.

Or rather, it was focused on the old squad leader's torn right sleeve.

There, the arm exposed to the cold wind was being swung powerfully in accordance with the old squad leader's movements.

"That was close..." Ruan Ruan clutched the medicine bag, curled up in a ball, her face deathly pale.

"So close... just a little bit more..." Hawkeye's voice was filled with lingering fear.

They didn't expect the malice from the real historical facts to come so quickly.

They say bullets don't have eyes.

But for them to encounter such a rare rock ricochet is truly remarkable!

Normally, that bullet would have embedded itself in the rock or shattered completely!

After counting the number of people, the old sergeant finally breathed a sigh of relief, confirming that there were no further casualties except for the veteran who fell at the beginning.

But when he turned around, he noticed that the three of them, including Kuang Ge, were staring at his arm with strange looks in their eyes.

The old squad leader, who had originally intended to teach the three tacitly distracted comrades a lesson, felt a chill run down his spine.

The old squad leader looked down at his exposed arm, frowned slightly, and tugged at it casually.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen tattered clothes before?"