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

"Fellow villagers! Can you hear me?" the old squad leader said in a strong voice.

"Those bandits who stole your things have been taken back by our Red Legion!"

"But there's not enough food to eat, and not enough straw sandals to wear!"

"We won't take it for free! We'll buy it!"

The old squad leader grabbed two silver dollars, tapped them together, and made a crisp "clink" sound that lingered in the air.

"Cash! I'll buy your pickled vegetables! I'll buy your corn! I'll buy your handmade shoe soles!"

"As I always say, fair trade! No cheating, young or old!"

After shouting, the old squad leader put his hands on his hips and waited there.

At first, everything was quiet, and no one dared to move.

The villagers peered at the silver dollars through the crack in the door, their eyes gleaming, but their hearts pounding with apprehension.

These days, it's considered perfectly normal for soldiers to rob things; who buys things with money? Could this be a trap?

But the old squad leader and his comrades had seen them helping to pick up coarse rice and repair doors and fences.

If they were truly soldiers and bandits, there would be no need for such unnecessary actions; it couldn't be just toying with them.

The stalemate lasted for a short while.

"Wow!"

The first one to come out was the old man who was protecting the rice.

He held Ni'er's hand, carrying a small basket of shriveled red peppers and several pairs of straw sandals.

"Sir... these shoes aren't worth much, you can wear them..."

The old man placed the basket on the millstone, not daring to touch the silver coins.

"Hey! What are you calling me, sir! Call me comrade!" The old squad leader put on a stern face; he was genuinely angry.

"How could these shoes be worthless? They're covered in your sweat; that makes them valuable!"

As he spoke, the old squad leader reached into the pile of money and rummaged through it a couple of times. He then stuffed a silver dollar and a handful of copper coins into the old man's hand without saying a word.

"Take it! That's the rule!"

The old man held the heavy weight of money in his hands.

This money is far more valuable than his possessions.

In his entire life, this was the first time he had ever seen a soldier who not only gave him something but also paid him.

This is really something, they're practically giving you money!

With one person taking the lead, the bolder villagers began to peek around.

An elderly woman with gray hair, holding a small black pottery jar in her arms, lingered there for a long time before finally moving to the edge of the millstone.

"Comrade...

The old woman's voice was hesitant, her eyes darting towards the pile of silver dollars, but she seemed embarrassed.

I'm so sorry.

"This salt... those soldiers and bandits stole it from me. You gave it back to me, I... I..."

The old woman simply couldn't continue speaking.

That was something the soldiers from the elite unit had found on the corpses of soldiers and bandits when they were cleaning up the battlefield, and they returned it to her.

Now that she wants to sell the salt she just found, the old woman feels a little unkind.

His face turned bright red, and he stammered for a long time before he could speak coherently.

The old squad leader's serious expression instantly melted away when he saw the old woman's embarrassed look.

Instead of giving him the money directly, he smiled and took the black pottery jar, opened it, and smelled it.

"Hmm! Good salt! Well salt, no less!"

The old squad leader praised her, then grabbed the two largest silver coins from the millstone and slapped them onto the old woman's cracked hands.

"Sister-in-law, this salt essence is quite expensive!"

"We don't need it all, just give us half, and you can keep the money!"

The old woman was completely stunned, clutching the two cold silver dollars in her hands.

Two silver dollars!

In this remote mountain valley, you could buy a sturdy little piglet!

"This...this is too much..."

The old woman tried to refuse, but her hands clenched tightly—it was the instinct for survival.

The old squad leader pressed down on the old woman's hand.

At that moment, the old squad leader's face revealed a smile that Kuang Ge had never seen before.

That smile carried a hint of cunning, a touch of boldness, and an indescribable candor.

The old squad leader pointed to the remaining silver coins on the millstone, raised his voice a few decibels, and deliberately spoke to the other villagers hiding in the house.

"Fellow villagers, look carefully!"

"Where did this money come from?"

"That money was plundered from you by those soldiers and bandits, it was money amassed by those warlords who drank your blood!"

"Now, we've taken it back!"

The old squad leader patted the old woman's hand, his gaze intense.

"Using this money to buy your stuff, what's that called?"

"This is what we call—returning things to their rightful owner, it's only right and proper!"

"We, the Red Legion, are here to help you turn this upside-down world right again!"

These words stunned the villagers hiding inside the house.

This also stunned Crazy Bro, Eagle Eye, and Softie who were standing next to him.

This sent chills down the spines of countless viewers on Earth in the live stream.

Is this... the logic of the Red Legion?

They stole money from the enemy to "buy" things from the people.

"What a wonderful return of the item to its rightful owner!"

Kuang Ge roared inwardly, feeling as if his blood was burning.

Even villagers who are illiterate and have never been to school can understand this principle—and some may even be moved to tears!

The doors opened one by one.

The once quiet village suddenly came to life.

Some people took down dried cured meat that had been stored away all winter from the roof beams, some dug out sweet potatoes that they couldn't bear to eat from the cellar, and one woman took out new cloth shoes that she had just finished sewing the soles for her husband.

"Comrade! Buy mine! My chili is the hottest!"

"Comrade! I have eggs! I've been saving them up for half a month!"

"I don't take money! Just give me some water!"

The small millstone area was instantly transformed into a bustling battlefield market.

There was no forced buying or selling; only those rough hands handing over warm supplies on the millstone, in exchange for those heavy silver dollars.

Kuang Ge watched this scene, seeing the old squad leader sweating profusely in the crowd, offering a cigarette to this old man and joking with that woman.

The village that was just moments ago threatened with murder and torture is now filled with a long-lost sense of human warmth.

"Hawkeye," Crazy Brother suddenly spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

"Hmm?" Eagle Eye on the slope replied.

"I used to think that war was just about who had the best marksmanship and who had the most powerful artillery."

Kuang Ge watched as the old man, who had just finished stuffing the cloth shoes into his mouth, grinned from ear to ear while holding the silver coins.

Then I looked at Ruan Ruan, who was being surrounded by several older women who were stuffing eggs into her mouth.

"But now, I don't think so anymore..."

Hawkeye silently hummed in agreement, understanding what Madman was about to say.

There is something called the will of the people!