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

After Ruan Ruan went up, Kuang Ge and the others quickly threw down the ropes made of leg bindings.

"Squad leader! Grab the rope!"

The old squad leader at the bottom of the cliff waved his hand.

He didn't rush up; instead, he bent down and lifted the cooking pot that was resting on the rock.

"Got it!"

The old squad leader grabbed the handle of the pot with one hand and tossed it upwards. The dark, heavy pot flew with a whoosh over a three-meter-high cliff.

With lightning speed, Kuang Ge lunged forward and caught the pot firmly in his arms before it hit the ground with a loud crash.

"Hey, that's impressive!"

A shout of praise came from the old squad leader below, and then they quickly climbed up the cliff top using the rope.

"call……"

The old squad leader, who had climbed to the top of the cliff, stood up, casually patted the mud off his knees, and quickly scanned his surroundings.

"Don't lie down! This isn't a place to sleep!"

"Yeping is just ahead. Once you cross this ridge, you'll see the village."

The old squad leader put the cooking pot back on his back and tightened the rope.

"There's water when we get to the village, and we might even be able to buy some corn from the locals."

The mention of food made everyone's eyes light up, even though they were already starving.

They had been running and tumbling all the way, and they were starving!

"Hawkeye!" the old squad leader shouted.

"Here!" Hawkeye snapped to attention reflexively.

"You're quick on your feet and have sharp eyes, go ahead and check out the situation."

The old squad leader pointed to the dense forest shrouded in rain and mist ahead.

"Be careful, we're not familiar with this area, don't run into enemy sentries."

"yes!"

Hawkeye, who said, "I'm good at this job," picked up his gun, crouched down, and disappeared into the wet bushes.

……

The rain started to fall again, drizzling down.

The moisture from the Dadu River was swept up by the wind, mixing with the rain, and shrouding the whole world in a hazy veil.

The group walked through the dense forest in silence, the only sound being the "plop" of their feet sinking into the mud.

"stop!"

A very soft whistle suddenly came from ahead; it was the signal set by Hawkeye.

The old squad leader's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly pressed his right hand down.

The entire team dropped to the ground in the grass, and the bushes a hundred meters ahead swayed slightly.

Hawkeye scurried back like a ghost, his face looking rather grim.

He crouched down and ran to the old squad leader's side, lowering his voice and speaking very quickly.

"There's someone there."

"There's a lively atmosphere in the village, but something's not right." Hawkeye pointed to his ear.

"It's too noisy. It doesn't feel like everyday life; it's more like chaos and turmoil."

The old squad leader frowned, waved to Crazy Brother and Eagle Eye, signaling them to follow.

The three crawled forward, carefully parting the dense ferns in front of them.

Through the gaps in the leaves, the scene in the valley below came into view.

It was a small, dilapidated, and impoverished mountain village with only a dozen or so households.

Earthen walls, thatched roof, and a muddy courtyard.

But at this moment, this once peaceful little village seems to have been doused with boiling oil.

"Catch it! Don't let that old hen get away!"

"Hahaha! There's a pig over here! We're getting meat for dinner tonight!"

The village was filled with soldiers in gray-green military uniforms.

There were about fifty or sixty people; judging from their equipment, they were a regular company-sized unit.

But their behavior was exactly like that of a group of bandits who had come down from the mountain.

The courtyard was covered in chicken feathers.

Several soldiers, laughing and joking, chased after a few chickens kept by a villager, and smashed one down with the butt of their rifle, splattering chicken blood all over the ground.

Some people were hanging cured meat they had found in the house on their bayonets, showing it off to their comrades like trophies.

"Those are... the 'regular troops' here?"

Crazy Brother and Hawkeye were taken aback, realizing for the first time what the "regular army" that Handsome Boss and the others had been talking about was like.

This blatant robbery truly lived up to its reputation as a "bandit-soldier clique."

Moreover, they robbed mostly poor people.

"These beasts..." The viewers in the live stream were getting blood pressure soaring.

"This is what they call a regular army? This is the enemy that Brother Kuang and his men are going to face?"

"That old man was dressed worse than a beggar, and they even stole that little bit of cured meat? That was their life-saving ration!"

"What kind of skill is it to wage war and bully ordinary people?!"

There is no harm without comparison.

The Red Army does not take a single needle or thread from the people.

These "regular troops" are something else; they take everything except a needle and thread.

In particular, they pointed their guns at unarmed villagers.

At this moment, the scene at the village entrance completely ignited the fury of Brother Kuang and his gang.

It was in front of a low, mud-brick house.

An old man with gray hair and a hunched back was kneeling in the mud, clutching a cloth bag tightly.

The cloth bag had a hole in it, and white rice was leaking out.

Standing in front of him was a platoon leader with a fierce face, holding a Mauser pistol in his hand and wearing a pair of shiny leather boots.

"Sir! Sir! Please have mercy!"

The old man was crying with tears streaming down his face, clutching the bag tightly.

"This is the grain we're saving for the children! We can't take it! If we do, they won't survive next year!"

Fuck you!

The platoon leader, looking impatient, raised his foot and slammed his heavy leather boot into the old man's chest.

"Bang!"

The old man screamed in pain as he was kicked backward, and the cloth bag slipped from his grasp.

"We're fighting for you! We're protecting you!"

The platoon leader spat, stepped forward, bent down to pick up the rice bag, weighed it in his hand, and then frowned in disgust.

"You poor wretch! Is this little bit of rice something to whine about?"

"Grandpa! Don't hit my grandpa!"

A little girl who looked only five or six years old, wearing an ill-fitting overcoat, rushed up crying and tried to bite the platoon leader's leg.

"Get out of my way!"

Another soldier walked over with a grin and kicked the little girl two or three meters away, like a football.

The little girl rolled into a mud puddle and couldn't get up for a long time, only faint cries could be heard.

"Grass!!!"

Kuang Ge finally realized how awful the word "sir" sounded.

No wonder the whole team looked at him and the handsome guy with creepy eyes.

This address, "Sir," is just as deadly as "Soldier," it can really shorten a person's life!

"Squad leader..." Crazy Brother, whose blood pressure was rising, suddenly looked at the old squad leader and said, "Go ahead and fight."

Beside him, Hawkeye remained silent.

He simply pulled back the bolt silently, locking the sights onto the platoon leader in leather boots.

The old squad leader lay prone in the grass at the very front.

The right hand that had just been used as a human ladder on the muddy slope was now resting on the bolt head of the Mauser pistol at his waist.

He didn't turn around.

"How do we fight?"

Kuang Ge was taken aback and said hastily.

"They outnumber us, fifty or sixty of them. Our reinforcements haven't caught up yet, we only have..."

"I'm asking you, how can we fight to save that old man and the child, instead of killing them?" The old squad leader interrupted Crazy Brother.