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

This so-called mountain road is extremely steep and dangerous, blocked by shrubs and thorns.

Countless viewers in the live stream felt their legs cramping even through the screen.

This road, this scree slope, is probably only safe for argali sheep to set foot on.

Especially since it had rained heavily before, the thin layer of soil had been soaked and mushy, like a layer of oil had been poured on a steep slide.

"Keep up! Sling your guns on! Free your hands to grab branches!"

The old squad leader tucked his broadsword back into the cloth sheath on his back and was the first to rush forward, using both hands and feet to prostrate himself on the ground.

There were no steps here, only mud pits created by using sharp knives, knees, hands, and feet to pry them out.

"This is what they call... taking a detour?" In the live stream, the chat was scrolling wildly, filled with exclamation marks.

"I think this is suicide! This slope must be at least seventy degrees! One slip and you'll tumble down and be smashed to pieces!"

"And they were carrying heavy loads! That old sergeant must have been carrying a huge pot weighing at least twenty pounds, not even counting the guns, bullets, and the platoon's supplies inside!"

"These are the Red Legion's 'Iron Feet'? This guy must be a gecko spirit reincarnated!"

In the video, Crazy Brother follows behind the old squad leader, each step he takes is extremely difficult.

The mud underfoot offered no support; each step was slippery and treacherous, so he had to hold on tightly to the nearby thickets of thorns.

Those were thorns with barbs.

Even though Kuang Ge's hands were rough, and even though his adrenaline was surging, the stinging pain of those sharp thorns piercing his flesh still shot straight to the top of his head.

But he didn't say a word.

Because when he looked up, he saw that the old squad leader's straw sandals were firmly wedged on a protruding rock above his head.

Those feet seemed to be rooted to the ground.

Watch your step! Don't step on loose soil!

"Step on the stones! Step on the tree roots!"

As the old squad leader climbed upwards, he still had the strength to turn around and shout, directing the team behind him.

Although his breathing was heavy, it was rhythmic and not disordered.

The viewers in the live chat could only marvel at how terrifying the old squad leader was in his prime.

Ruan Ruan followed behind Hawkeye, in the middle of the group, and was already struggling.

Sweat dripped down her chin and mixed into the muddy water.

"Don't stop...you can't stop..."

Ruan Ruan gritted her teeth and stared at Eagle Eye's heels.

On this almost vertical steep slope, if you stop and lose your breath, you might not be able to move your legs again.

In front of the soft rock was a protruding bluestone wall, covered with slippery, dark green moss.

Hawkeye, taking advantage of his long legs and excellent body coordination, leaped up, grabbed an old tree root above, and swung up like an ape.

Ruan Ruan took a deep breath, and imitating Eagle Eye, she pushed off with her toes in the crevice of the rock wall and lunged forward.

That was her full power, the instant her palm was about to touch the tree root.

"Slurp—"

The cracks in the rocks beneath my feet were full of mud, offering no support whatsoever.

With a slip on the soft soles of his feet, his forward momentum instantly turned into a downward fall.

Losing his balance, he fell backward.

"what!"

A short, startled cry hadn't even fully escaped his lips.

Below is a steep, scree slope tens of meters high; a fall from there would be fatal, if not fatal.

Not to mention rushing on the road.

Hawkeye whirled around, his pupils contracting sharply, and reached out to grab it, but he was half a body length too late.

Just as my heart sank, a dark shadow suddenly appeared from the side.

That was the old squad leader who was inspecting the team from the side.

He was practically hanging horizontally in mid-air, his left hand gripping a crevice in the rock as a fulcrum, his whole body resembling a fully drawn bow.

"Give me a name!!"

With a loud shout, the old sergeant gripped the soft belt around Ruan Ruan's waist tightly.

"collapse!"

In that instant, everyone seemed to hear the sound of muscle fibers taut to their limit.

It has enormous inertia.

The pulling force generated by a person weighing over 100 pounds, plus a full load of medicine packs, during the fall is terrifying.

But the old squad leader's right hand remained motionless, as steady as a mountain.

The old squad leader puffed out his cheeks, clenched his teeth, and the veins on his neck bulged.

"rise!!"

With another low growl, the old squad leader suddenly exerted force in his right arm, his biceps bulging high, the veins on them clearly visible.

He actually used just one hand to lift Ruan Ruan, whose body was half-suspended in the air, back to a safe position like lifting a chick.

"Clatter".

Her feet touched the ground softly, and she collapsed onto the muddy ground, panting heavily, her face deathly pale.

"Are you alright?"

The old squad leader released his hand, and the large hand that had been as hard as steel just moments before now only gently patted the soft, mud-covered shoulder.

His tone was even somewhat gentle.

"Watch your step and don't panic."

After saying that, he didn't wait for Ruan Ruan's reply, turned around and continued to crawl towards the side, shouting as he went.

"Hey you, soldier behind me! Stop pulling on your belt! Pull on the tree root!"

"I'm not responsible if your pants fall down because your belt breaks!"

A few scattered laughs broke out in the group, instantly easing the tense atmosphere.

But Madman and Hawkeye couldn't laugh.

The two men stared intently at the old squad leader's retreating figure.

To be precise, he was staring at the right hand that had just saved Ruan Ruan's life.

That hand was perfect.

It is powerful, it is stable, it is flexible.

For the next half hour, that right hand practically became the team's "god".

When faced with a path blocked by thorny bushes, he drew a large knife from his back with his right hand and flashed it away, the cuts of the thorns as smooth as a mirror.

When a soldier slips and falls due to exhaustion, that right hand is always the first to appear.

Whether it's grabbing their collar or supporting their backs, the soldiers feel an overwhelming sense of security whenever that hand touches them.

Even when climbing over a rocky ledge that was as tall as a person.

The old squad leader used his right hand to lift the heavy marching pot, weighing dozens of kilograms, and climbed up using only his left hand as if walking on flat ground.

That sense of power, that unwavering reliability, struck straight into the hearts of every viewer through the holographic lens.

"Holy crap... that arm is invincible."

"Is this the old sergeant's skill? He's even better than the King of Soldiers!"

"His hand is so versatile... he can chop wood, save lives, and even cook..."

However, as the comments scrolled by, the tone suddenly shifted, and a bittersweet feeling spread.

"But... brothers, do you remember history?"

"Shut upstairs! I know about the snow mountain and grassland arcs! But why do I feel like crying...?"

"The stronger this hand is now, the more uncomfortable I feel..."

"Crazy Bro, Hawkeye, Softie, keep it up!"

At that moment, Kuang Ge was lying on a rock, looking at the back of the figure wielding a large knife to clear the way, his eyes stinging with tears.

How could this hand be missing?

It saved so many people, cooked so many meals, and now it wants to build a new dragon kingdom and have grandchildren...

How could you leave it there?

"Don't stand still! Stay close!"

The old squad leader's roar interrupted Kuang Ge's thoughts.

The line in front suddenly stopped.

When Kuang Ge climbed over and took a look, his heart sank.

That was a dead end, with only a precipice.

Although it is only a little over three meters high, it is almost a bare rock covered with slippery moss, with no place to climb.

On either side are even steeper abysses, making it impossible to bypass them.

"How...how do we get up here?"

A soldier looked up at the slippery stone wall with a look of despair.

The team's rhythm was disrupted.

If we linger here too long and fail to cross the mountain before dark, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Get out of the way!"

The old squad leader squeezed through from the back, glanced up at the cliff, and then looked at the helpless soldiers.

Without saying a word, he first took the cooking pot off his back and carefully placed it on a stable rock.

Then, he walked to the bottom of the cliff.

The ground in that spot was covered in mud.

But he still stomped his feet twice, pressing his straw sandals firmly into the mud.

Then, he turned around, leaned against the wet, cold rock wall, spread his legs, and assumed a steady horse stance.

They clasped their hands together, protecting their chests.

"Step on my shoulders! Go!"

"Finish everything before you throw the rope down, don't waste time here!"

After the old squad leader finished his low growl, he slapped his thigh hard with his right hand.

The soldiers looked at the not-so-tall figure and the patched-up thin clothes, and for a moment no one moved.

Those are fleshy shoulders, not stones.

If an entire class stepped on it, even the veteran squad leader would be overwhelmed.

With red eyes, Crazy Bro rushed out, threw his gun aside, and tried to pull the old squad leader away.

"Squad leader! I'll do it!"

"I'm young! I'm strong! I'll be the ladder!"

The old squad leader has helped them enough along the way. What if he wastes a lot of energy here and encounters danger later?

Hawkeye also took a step forward, without saying a word, but his intention was clear.

"Bullshit!!" The old squad leader glared.

"Your legs aren't even as thick as my arms, and this place is so slippery it's like it's been oiled. How can you stand on it?"

"If there's even the slightest sway, this entire class will be doomed to fall!"

The old squad leader looked at Kuang Ge, then at all the soldiers, and his tone became extremely stern.

"Listen up, all of you! I'm the squad leader. I'm the most stable and the strongest!"

"Hurry up! Stop dawdling like a woman! Time waits for no one!"

"Go!!"

The old squad leader's last shout carried an unyielding authority.

Kuang Ge clenched his fists tightly, looking into the old sergeant's determined eyes, knowing that arguing at this moment would only cause trouble for the team and be disrespectful to this veteran.

Because what they lack right now is time.

"superior!"

Kuang Ge gritted his teeth, tears welling up in his eyes, but he was the first to rush over.

One foot landed on the old squad leader's clasped hands, and the other foot landed on his broad shoulders.

"Walk!"

A deep, muffled shout came from below.

Kuang Ge felt the old squad leader's body sink slightly, then instantly tense up, as steady as a statue.

Using the force of the pull, Kuang Ge leaped up, grabbed the tree trunk at the top of the cliff, and flipped over.

"Next!"

The old squad leader's face turned red, and the veins on his forehead bulged, but he didn't utter a sound.

One, two, three...

That right hand was always tightly gripping the left wrist, forming the most solid step in the world.

Every soldier who stepped on it would bring down a foot full of mud and water.

The muddy water flowed down the old squad leader's neck and into his collar, but he remained motionless.

When Hawkeye went up, he made sure to move very quietly.

But he could still clearly hear the old squad leader's knee joint make a cracking sound as it gave way under the strain.

The old squad leader was still smiling, a smile to encourage the soldiers.

"Hurry up! This little bit is nothing! It's not even as heavy as that pot!"

In the end, only Ruanruan remained.

Ruan Ruan stood in front of the old squad leader, looking at his face covered with wind, sweat and mud, and at his legs that were still trembling slightly, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Don't cry!"

The old squad leader grinned, finally releasing his right hand to gently wipe away the tears on Ruan Ruan's face.

"Hold back your tears."

"Once we reach Luding Bridge and win the battle, we'll have a good cry."

"Come on, little girl, watch your step!"