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

The little girl named "Ni'er" cried as she reached out her tiny hands and groped around in the black water.

Every handful you grab is slippery mud, with a few grains of rice scattered inside. The more you grab, the less there is, and the deeper you go.

"Don't be afraid, I'll help you."

Suddenly, a dull thud came from next to Nier as a knee slammed into the mud. Ruan Ruan had knelt down in the mud pit.

Her once clean medic's satchel was thrown behind her, and her two fair hands plunged straight into the pool of mud mixed with blood.

When they first arrived at the snow mountain, Ruan Ruan would complain about this and that.

But the soft, cuddly creature that has roamed and played in the snow-capped mountains and grasslands is no longer the same as before.

At that moment, she simply lowered her head, focused, and carefully twisted her thumb and forefinger in the mud, then pinched a hard little particle and picked it out.

It was a grain of brownish-yellow rice.

The rice was stained with blood and covered in mud.

Ruan Ruan carefully wiped the rice grains with a spot on her sleeve that wasn't completely wet before opening her palm and handing it to the little girl who was still sobbing.

"Look, I found it."

She soothed him gently and skillfully.

Nier's big, tear-filled eyes froze in shock.

She looked at the beautiful older sister in front of her, then at the grain of rice, and for a moment forgot to cry.

Immediately afterwards, there were two more "plop" sounds.

Crazy Brother slung the gun over his shoulder and crouched down.

Hawkeye rested the gun on his knee and knelt down on one knee.

Two large men squeezed together beside the little girl, their rough hands reaching into the mud.

"Those bastards! Hawkeye, you should have used that stinky foot of yours to outline the human body and given that dog platoon leader a few more whacks!"

While cursing and swearing, Kuang Ge deftly scooped up the muddy water, filtered the mud through his fingers, leaving only the rice grains.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and pick it up." Hawkeye didn't even look up, his fingers deftly rummaging through the mud. "This rice will swell up if soaked for too long, and the texture won't be good."

The soldiers behind were stunned for a moment, but the veteran squad leader was the first to react.

"What are you all standing there for?"

The old sergeant carefully sheathed his knife, his gaze sweeping over the group of soldiers, his voice low and deep.

"The people's food supply is their lifeline."

"Go down and pick them all up!"

With a whoosh, the entire class of soldiers quickly gathered around.

They squatted in a circle, completely surrounding the small mud pit, shielding the grandfather and grandson from the wind and rain.

Only then did the old man kneeling to the side, weeping bitterly, seem to return to his body.

His old eyes widened suddenly as he saw the group of people in gray uniforms around him and realized that they were not safe yet.

He instinctively tried to hide the tattered rice bag behind his back, and then, hunching over, he kowtowed into the mud to beg for mercy.

But then, the old squad leader stood in front of him.

"Hey folks, stand up straight!"

The old squad leader's voice was reassuring and reliable, and he promptly helped the old man up.

He helped the old man up like an older brother, using a little skill to support him steadily.

Don't be afraid.

The old squad leader pointed to the soldiers around him who were digging rice in the mud, and then pointed to the red five-pointed star on his hat.

"Look carefully, we are not those beasts."

"We are the Red Legion, the army of our own people."

As the old squad leader spoke, he loosened his grip, bent down, grabbed a handful of rice from the muddy water, and rubbed off the mud with his thumb.

"Fellow villager, this brown rice is a good thing, but you can't soak it in water."

The old squad leader put the rice into the tattered cloth bag in the old man's arms, looked up, grinned, and then looked at the soldiers who were looking down to find rice.

"Hurry up! Brown rice absorbs water and swells up easily, then it'll be harder to cook. We need to pick it up quickly!"

After saying that, the old squad leader didn't care whether the old man understood or not, and he buried himself in his work.

"this……"

The old man, holding a cloth bag, was greatly shocked as he looked at the "officer" in front of him, who was covered in patches and mud.

He lived to be sixty years old, and had seen soldiers in green uniforms, soldiers in yellow uniforms, and bandits who ruled the mountains.

But this soldier who was squatting on the ground helping him pick up rice was someone he had never seen before.

"Pick...pick..."

The old man wiped away his tears, stopped trembling, and squatted down as well, shakily putting the rice into the bag.

……

"Company Commander! Everything over there is cleaned up!"

Just as they were trying to salvage the grain, a series of hurried footsteps came from the village entrance.

The company commander of the elite detachment strode over, carrying his rifle.

Behind him, several soldiers were escorting the dozen or so dejected prisoners.

"These bastards are like rats; they're no good at fighting, but they're quick at running away."

After the interrogation of the intelligence was completed, the company commander of the elite unit began to arrange for a special prisoner.

It was the enemy platoon leader who had bullied the old man and his men before.

At the entrance of the village, there is a road paved with gravel, with sharp-edged stones unique to the mountains. Villagers usually have to wear straw sandals to walk on it.

If you step on it barefoot, it will hurt terribly.

What's more, the enemy platoon leader's right foot was injured.

"Let him stand there," the company commander ordered calmly.

"He won't be punished too severely; he should be punished just as much as the little girl is in pain."

"Without orders, do not move. If you move even once, add one hour to your time limit."

"yes!"

Two soldiers immediately stepped forward and dragged the weeping enemy platoon leader toward the gravel road.

Screams soon followed, but no one paid any attention.

Hearing the pig-like screams, Kuang Ge and his gang felt a little better.

Then the company commander turned his head and looked at the old squad leader who was standing up from the ground, his expression becoming serious.

"The news that just came out from the investigation is bad."

The old squad leader put the last handful of rice into the old man's bag, wiped his hands on his clothes, and walked over.

"How so?"

"The bridge ahead is broken." The company commander pointed to the north. "These bastards blew up the wooden bridge that was the only way to Luding Bridge in order to block us. Not a single plank was left."

"Moreover, it has been raining heavily these past two days, and the river has swelled, making it impossible to cross."

The old squad leader frowned upon hearing this.

The bridge was broken, which meant their only way to get there was gone.

If they linger here for too long, they'll all be surrounded and killed once the pursuers catch up.

"Then what do we do?" Madman couldn't help but interject, "Even though we're the sharpest weapon, when it comes to building bridges over water..."

"We have to find a way, even if there's no other way." The company commander made a quick decision and glanced at the sky.

"I just checked, there's a grove of trees upstream, the trees are quite thick."

"I led the second and third platoons, along with the rest of the first platoon, to escort these prisoners to the logging camp."

"Even if we have to use people to carry it, we must build a makeshift bridge within two hours!"

After speaking, the company commander looked at the old squad leader, his gaze lingering for a second on the still dripping cuffs of his sleeves.

"In that battle just now, your class was at the forefront and worked the hardest."

The company commander patted the old sergeant on the shoulder.

"Logging and building bridges is hard work, and your class just went too far, so you won't be going."

"You stay in the village and rest for half an hour."

"Firstly, we need to keep an eye on these injured villagers and prevent stragglers from returning to cause more trouble."

"Secondly..."

The company commander glanced at the old man holding the rice bag and lowered his voice.

"We're running low on rations from our forced march, and we still have nearly 300 li to go. You're in charge of 'buying' some supplies from the locals."

The company commander emphasized the word "buy".

"Remember, it must be a fair trade; not a single penny less!"

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!"

The old sergeant gave a standard military salute.

The company commander didn't waste any words and waved his hand.

"Second and third platoons, the rest of the first platoon, take the prisoners and follow me!"

"Target: Upstream Forest Farm! Let's run!"

With a whoosh, the large group disappeared like a gust of wind, and the noisy courtyard instantly fell silent.

Only the old squad leader's elite squad and the old man holding a bag of rice, his eyes still somewhat dazed, remained.

The rain is still falling.

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Waaah, after finishing the first two chapters, my train of thought got a bit stuck, and I've been experiencing writer's block for quite a while. This should be the only bonus chapter for today. Rong Luoluo will adjust her mindset and try her best again tomorrow!

And then the book review got a score of 9.1! You guys are amazing. This is Lolo's second book with a score of over 9. Hehe, thank you everyone!

Finally, whispering: I'm already over thirty chapters behind on the bonus chapters for gifts, and the more I write, the more I owe. This is a dark, hopeless situation... sob...

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