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

After running out of the village, the rain intensified.

Ruan Ruan followed at the back of the group.

She instinctively turned around and looked at the small village behind her that had already disappeared into the rain.

At this moment, Ni'er is probably still holding that sweet potato basket, standing in the mud at the entrance of the village.

"Stop looking." Hawkeye's voice came from the front.

"As long as we win, they will have a way to survive."

"You can't win. Even if you look back a thousand times, you still can't save that village."

Ruan Ruan hummed in agreement and turned her head back, "I know."

She knew, of course.

"Let's go! Follow the class monitor!"

The team ran wildly in the rain.

An hour later, the once quiet valley was suddenly filled with noisy voices and the dull sound of logging.

The main force has caught up.

Along the turbid and swift-flowing stream, a dozen huge logs spanned the two banks, tightly bound together with thick hemp ropes.

Hundreds of soldiers are carrying sandbags and planks, running across this makeshift bridge.

The company commander of the elite detachment stood at the bridgehead, his uniform half-open.

He saw the old squad leader emerge from the rain and mist with his men, his gaze sweeping over the mud-covered soldiers of the elite squad.

"Have you rested enough?"

There were no pleasantries, no questions about whether supplies had been purchased, only this one blunt question.

The old squad leader didn't even stop walking; he just patted the bulging food bag at his waist with a muffled "thud."

"Everyone's at full strength!" the veteran squad leader roared. "Ready to go anytime!"

"Good!" The company commander nodded, waved his hand, and pointed to the high mountains on the opposite bank that were hidden in the clouds.

"Distribute the dry rations to the other squads, and you keep the rest!"

"Cross the river! Pusa Hill is thirty li ahead!"

"yes!"

……

In the afternoon, the entire Fourth Regiment arrived at Pusagang.

The altitude here is extremely high, the cold wind howls like tigers, and the perilousness of the place makes the audience on Earth's scalp tingle.

A narrow path winds its way uphill, with an almost vertical cliff on the left and a bottomless precipice on the right.

At the very top of that only pass, amidst the swirling clouds and mist, an enemy battalion was firmly stationed there.

Two heavy machine guns were mounted behind rocks on either side of the pass, their dark gun barrels pointing down at the only passage below.

It possessed the imposing presence of "one man guarding the pass, ten thousand cannot break through".

"Da da da—da da da—"

The dull thud of heavy machine gun fire echoed through the valley.

The group of over a thousand people was thus trapped halfway up the mountain.

"Hold!"

Crazy Brother lay prone behind a moss-covered boulder. Bullets struck the rock, sending up fragments that splattered all over his face.

He spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with mud and sand, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at the soldiers lying in pools of blood in front of him.

Those soldiers were from the Third Battalion, responsible for probing the enemy's advance.

They had barely peeked out from around the corner when they were swept down by a hail of bullets.

Then the body rolled down the slippery mountain path and plunged into the abyss beside it.

"Hahahaha! The Red Legion! Come on! If you've got the guts, fly up here!"

On the mountaintop, the enemy's arrogant shouts carried down on the wind.

"Don't you even know where you are? This is Pusa Hill!"

"Even a Bodhisattva would have to leave money for passage!"

Hawkeye lay down next to Crazy Brother, trying to observe the position of the two machine guns.

"no."

Hawkeye shook his head, his tone filled with the helplessness of a modern military enthusiast facing such a primitive dead end.

"Without heavy artillery bombardment, without air support... at this angle of elevation, in this terrain, a direct assault would be suicide."

Hawkeye turned his head and looked at the old squad leader who was lying on the other side.

"Squad leader, we can't let the brothers charge again; they'll be sitting ducks!"

The old squad leader didn't say anything.

He just stared intently at the machine gun emplacement on the mountaintop, which was spitting fire, as if he were thinking about something.

At this moment, the messenger crouched down and rushed up.

"Relay the regimental headquarters' order! The 3rd Battalion is to halt its attack! Spearhead Company, prepare!"

Upon hearing this, the old sergeant abruptly pulled his military cap down, obscuring the cold glint in his eyes.

He glanced back at Madman, Eagle Eye, Softie, and the group of warriors who had already polished their knives to a gleaming shine.

"Listen up, all of you."

The old squad leader's voice pierced through the wind and rain.

"On Bodhisattva Hill, there are no Bodhisattvas, only man-eating demons."

"Since ghosts are blocking our way, then we'll have to be Zhong Kui!"

"Follow me! Go ahead!"

……

At the forefront of the position, beneath a protruding rock.

The sergeant's face was dark and his voice was hoarse.

"The commander has given a death order."

"We must take Pusagang before nightfall!"

"If we can't take it, the entire regiment will be trapped here, we won't be able to reach Luding Bridge, and the lifeline of those tens of thousands of troops will be cut off!"

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the platoon leaders and squad leaders surrounding him like an eagle's.

"Charging straight ahead is impossible; it's suicide!"

"Does anyone have a solution? Speak up!"

At this moment, only the enemy's machine guns overhead continued to roar relentlessly.

On this almost vertical, precipice, what other option is there but to charge straight ahead?

"Company Commander."

A voice broke the silence.

The old squad leader took a step forward and pointed to a cliff behind the pass.

"A feint attack from the front to draw fire," the old squad leader said rapidly, staring at the cliff face.

"Let me lead the elite squad, climb up there, and gut them!"

Upon hearing this, the company commander looked up, squinting at the cliff that the old sergeant had pointed to.

Its rock walls are slippery, with jagged rocks, and most of them are obscured by clouds and mist, making it look like a ghost wall leading to hell.

"This is too dangerous." The company commander frowned, rain streaming down his hat brim.

"With such heavy rain, a slight slip could result in being smashed to pieces."

"Dangerous?" the old squad leader asked with a smile, wiping the mud off his face.

"It's precisely because it's dangerous that those sons of bitches didn't think of it."

"Company commander, give us one hour." The old sergeant held up one finger.

"As soon as you fire a shot from the front, hooking their attention, I can lead my men to sneak up behind their necks!"

The company commander looked at the old sergeant's burning eyes and remained silent for a second.

Then, he suddenly waved his hand.

"Fine! I'll give you half an hour!" the company commander roared as he turned around.

"Machine gun platoon! Fire all your bullets! Don't let the enemy up there have time to look down!"

"yes!!"

"Da da da—"

The feint attack from the front suddenly intensified.

Taking advantage of the deafening gunfire as cover, the old sergeant turned around and looked at the elite squad behind him.

Because the climb is too difficult, it's impossible for everyone to go up.

"Crazy Kid, Hawkeye, and you guys who're good at fighting, take off your leg wraps and tie them together, then come with me!"

The old squad leader called out the names of nine people.

Ruan Ruan bit her lip and took a step forward, but the old squad leader pressed her shoulder down with his big hand.

"Girl, you stay down here." The old squad leader's voice softened a bit.

"You can't get up here, so just wait here and bandage the wounded."

Ruan Ruan wanted to argue, but looking at the terrifying cliff, she could only nod with tears in her eyes.

"Watch out... class monitor... your..."

Before Ruan Ruan could finish speaking, Kuang Ge pulled her back, and the latter patted his chest to assure her.

"Don't worry, with us here, as long as we're not all dead, our squad leader won't lose a single skin!"