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

After asking his question, the old squad leader slowly turned his head away.

In that instant, both Madman and Hawkeye instinctively held their breath.

There was no fire in the old squad leader's eyes, only ice.

That's the look in the eyes of someone who's been through hundreds of lifetimes of carnage.

"Crazy kid, Eagle Eye." The old squad leader stared at the courtyard below.

Do you know why we're called the "Sharp Knife Squad"?

Madman and Hawkeye were both stunned.

"Because the tip of the knife is meant to draw blood."

The old squad leader slowly drew the large knife from his back.

The blade flashed a pale light as it sliced ​​through the dark rain.

"We rushed on our way to seize the Luding Bridge; that was a matter of great righteousness."

"But if we just stand by and watch the people be abused right under our noses, then we'll become cowards, and the guns in our hands will become nothing more than firewood!"

The old squad leader's words were like nails, driven into the mud and into people's hearts.

"Look closely, those are dogs wearing leather."

The old sergeant glanced contemptuously at the group of soldiers and bandits below who were grabbing chickens and pigs.

"Who are we? We are the 1st Platoon, Company 1 of the Red Legion! We are the sharpest spearhead of the entire division!"

What are we holding in our hands?

Crazy Brother subconsciously touched his chest, then suddenly realized that this seemingly ordinary submachine gun was not so ordinary after all.

Because the bandits and soldiers below were in an even worse situation.

There appeared to be fifty or sixty people, most of whom were holding old, peeling gun barrels, and two of them were even carrying opium pipes.

"In terms of firepower, our platoon can outgun half their company!"

"In terms of backbone, they're not even worthy of shining our shoes!"

The old squad leader suddenly turned around and looked at the elite squad soldiers behind him.

Rain pelted his weathered face.

"The whole class has them!"

The voice was no longer suppressed, but a low growl with a bloody undertone.

"Fix bayonets!"

"Click—"

The sound of metal clanging in unison.

That was the unique rhythm of the Crimson Legion, without any superfluous movements, cold and murderous.

In the live stream, countless viewers felt their scalps tingle instantly.

The dread that surged from the bottom of their hearts made them freeze in mid-air while holding their snacks.

These are the true elites!

This is the elite squad under the old squad leader!

Even if they are dressed in rags and covered in mud, as long as they draw their bayonets, they are the gods and demons of this land!

"Eagle Eye!" the old sergeant ordered.

"arrive!"

"That platoon leader in leather boots, I want to cripple that kicking foot of his! Can you do that?"

Hawkeye took a deep breath, pressed the butt of his rifle firmly against his shoulder, and seemed to merge with the old locust tree beside him.

"able."

"You crazy brat!"

"Here!" Madman felt all the blood rushing to his head, and the submachine gun in his hand was trembling.

"You have the most powerful weapon; come with me and charge in from the front!"

The old squad leader's eyes were like knives.

"Remember, this isn't the time to conserve bullets! Give it your all! Show the might of the elite squad!"

"Yes!!!" Madman roared.

Arrangements are complete.

The old squad leader turned around and faced the noisy, chaotic, and sinful little mountain village.

He held the knife in one hand, his figure resembling a cheetah poised to pounce.

In the courtyard below.

The platoon leader was smugly carrying a bag of rice, with one foot on the back of the little girl who was trying to get up, cursing under his breath.

"You little rascal, you've got some nerve..."

"Bang--!"

A gunshot rang out, tearing through the curtain of rain.

The platoon leader's right foot instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

"ah!!!"

The piercing scream was delayed for half a second before bursting out from the platoon leader's throat.

He lost his balance and collapsed into the mud like a rag doll.

"Enemy attack!!!"

"Bandits!!"

The soldiers and bandits who were originally catching chickens and fighting for meat suddenly erupted into chaos, like hornets whose nest had been disturbed.

They were holding guns, but had no idea where the bullets were coming from; they could only spin around aimlessly like headless flies.

"beat!!!"

On the hillside, a loud shout rolled down like thunder.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"

The submachine gun in Madman's hand spat out long tongues of fire.

A hail of bullets swept across the courtyard, splashing mud and water, and shattering tiles.

The three soldiers and bandits who were about to raise their guns to fight back were riddled with bullets and fell straight down before they could even pull the trigger.

"Charge!!"

Madman, his eyes bloodshot, was about to charge down with his gun.

"Snapped!"

A large hand slapped him hard on the back of the head, making Crazy Brother stagger.

Kuang Ge turned around in surprise.

The old squad leader had already passed him, rushed out of the bushes, and rushed into the rain.

"You silly kid, I've told you so many times, how come you still can't remember!"

The old squad leader's roar echoed in the wind and rain.

"The Red Legion didn't shout 'Charge!'"

"Only—follow me!!"

Before he finished speaking, the old squad leader pounced down the hillside like a tiger.

The broadsword was swung, and the red silk left a mournful trail of blood in the rain.

"kill!!!"

The rain curtain was torn apart.

Crazy Bro then realized what was happening and started firing cover.

"ah!!"

In the courtyard below, an enemy soldier holding an old rifle was about to aim at his old squad leader when his scream was abruptly cut off.

The old squad leader had already rushed into the crowd.

Using the momentum of rushing down the hillside, he stomped through the mud and water, and like a flash of a blade, he crashed into the enemy ranks, and the enemy soldier fell to the ground.

"Don't panic! Hold on!!"

"They're few in number! That's just—"

A minor enemy leader wanted to organize a counterattack.

But almost at the same second he opened his mouth, Hawkeye fired his gun.

"Bang!"

A burst of blood erupted from the middle of the leader's forehead as he fell backward into the manure in the pigsty.

"Fuck you!"

As he roared, Madman changed his magazine, sliding down the hillside. He rolled upon landing, half-kneeling behind the millstone, and pulled the trigger again.

Those fifty or sixty soldiers and bandits usually bully the common people and act arrogantly, only knowing how to enjoy themselves. How much fighting power could they possibly have?

They were no match for the elite squad led by the veteran sergeant.

Just as the remaining enemy troops were trying to flee into the bushes on their flank.

"rustle--"

The bushes there suddenly burst open, and reinforcements from the Sharp Knife Company arrived just in time.

"puff!"

"Pfft!"

The bayonet pierced the flesh.

The outcome of the skirmish was no longer in doubt.

More than forty corpses lay scattered in the courtyard, while the remaining dozen or so prisoners knelt in the corner with their heads in their hands.

The Crimson Legion suffered only two minor injuries.

Crazy Brother, panting heavily, wiped the rain and gunpowder from his face.

Even in the game, the thrill of that adrenaline rush still made his hands and feet feel a little numb.

However, they were all staring at the middle of the muddy ground.

There used to be a cloth bag there.

It was the "life-saving food" that the old man was willing to risk his life to protect.

But in the chaos just now, I don't know if I was stepped on or hit by a stray bullet.

The patched-up burlap sack burst open.

The white rice grains, like shattered pearls, were scattered all over the ground.

This is a low-lying area of ​​the courtyard, filled with black sewage, yellow mud, and dark red blood that had just flowed from the corpses.

Most of the rice got stuck in this filthy mud.

Only the surface layer was washed away by the rain, so white it was blinding and heartbreaking.

"What a tragedy..."

In the corner, the old man who had been rescued finally came to his senses.

He didn't even glance at the dead soldiers and bandits, nor did he care whether he was safe or not.

At that moment, the old man unleashed astonishing strength, stumbling and tumbling towards the muddy puddle.

"My rice... my baby's life..."

The old man knelt in the mud, trembling as he tried to reach for the rice.

But when you grab it, all you get is mud and blood.

The rice grains were mixed in, and the more you grabbed them, the messier and dirtier they became.

"Wow--"

The little girl who had been kicked away crawled over crying, digging into the mud with her dirty little hands as she cried.

"Grandpa, don't cry... Nier will pick it up... Nier will pick it up, wash it, and eat it..."