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

Climbing begins.

This isn't a parkour game; there are no system-assisted grabbing prompts, and no "start over" option if you accidentally fall.

Whether it's real historical events or the story-driven experience—life is only once!

The old squad leader took the lead.

He gripped a crevice in the rock that was only two fingers wide with his right hand, and the muscles in his arm bulged instantly, pulling his entire body up with force.

"Keep up! Make sure your foot is firmly planted before switching hands!"

The old squad leader's voice carried through the sound of rain.

Crazy Brother followed in second place.

Only by climbing up there yourself can you know how difficult it is.

The stone was so slippery it felt like it had been coated with soap; you couldn't grip it at all.

The excruciating pain of having to dig your fingers deep into the crevices filled with mud, sand, and sharp pebbles, with your fingernails feeling like they were being ripped off, shot straight to your brain.

"hiss……"

Kuang Ge gasped, his foot slipped, and several pieces of gravel rolled into the abyss.

He was suddenly suspended in mid-air, clinging tightly to a withered vine growing from a crevice in the rock with both hands.

"Don't look down! Look at your feet!"

A low shout came from above.

Kuang Ge gritted his teeth, regained his balance, and slowly moved upwards.

We risked our lives to get here.

Rainwater seeped in through my collar, leaving me soaked and chilled to the bone, yet sweat kept pouring out.

When we reached the halfway point of the mountain, the most dangerous part began.

It was a protruding, "big-bellied" rock with no footholds above it, only bare, slippery rock walls.

To get up there, someone has to be below as a "stake".

The old squad leader stopped.

He glanced at the terrain, and without any hesitation, curled up into a slightly sunken rock hollow.

Then, he stretched out his right hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and gripped a crack above him tightly.

With his left hand supporting himself on the rock below, he arched his body, forming an extremely stable tripod.

"Step on my shoulders! Go!" the old sergeant roared, bowing his head.

Kuang Ge climbed to the foot of the old squad leader, looked at the figure that was soaked through by the rain, and hesitated.

This wasn't like before when the old squad leader acted as a ladder for them on flat ground.

This is a cliff.

If the old squad leader couldn't withstand the weight of over 100 pounds and his hand slipped, both of them would die.

But time was of the essence, and Kuang Ge had no time to hesitate.

"What are you standing there for! Go get them!!"

The old squad leader turned his head, his eyes bloodshot and his face covered in rain.

"There's no time! Do you want the company commander and the others to be sitting ducks down there?!"

That shout woke up Crazy Brother.

"Squad leader, hang in there!"

With a determined look in his eyes, Kuang Ge stepped on the old squad leader's lower back with one foot and placed the other foot on his broad shoulder.

The area you touch is all hard, iron-like muscle.

"rise--!!"

The old squad leader let out a deep roar.

Kuang Ge felt that the "human ladder" beneath his feet not only did not shake at all, but at this moment it burst out with an upward thrust.

That was the old squad leader's right arm exerting force.

Using this momentum, Kuang Ge leaped upwards and finally grabbed a crooked tree above him with both hands.

"We're up!"

Kuang Ge flipped himself up onto the rock platform, ignoring the mud all over the ground, and threw down the rope made of leg bindings.

Next was Hawkeye, and then the other soldiers.

The old squad leader was like a nail driven into a cliff, remaining motionless as nine soldiers stepped on his shoulders to cross the insurmountable barrier.

Only when the last person went up did the old squad leader grab the rope and be pulled up by Crazy Brother and Eagle Eye.

"Huff... huff..."

As soon as they reached flat ground, the old squad leader collapsed into the muddy water, panting heavily.

Kuang Ge hurriedly went over to check the old squad leader's right hand.

The five fingers of the right hand were curled up in spasms due to prolonged and extreme exertion, the fingertips were covered in raw flesh and blood, and the nail crevices were filled with black mud and stone chips.

"Squad leader, your hand..."

Kuang Ge's voice trembled, and the chat room was filled with wails of despair.

"Please stop using it... I beg you, old squad leader, please stop using this hand..."

"I cried. How much weight did his hand bear when he was forming a human ladder?"

"This hand must have become so strong because he was training it to save his comrades, right? But why...?"

The old squad leader acted as if nothing had happened, rubbed his right hand on the wet grass, and shook it vigorously twice.

"It's okay, just a little numb."

The old squad leader stretched his wrists and looked up ahead.

This is already the top of the cliff.

At this moment, a thick fog rose from the mountaintop.

The white fog churned in the heavy rain, reducing visibility to a minimum; only a few black pines swaying in the wind could be vaguely seen.

But the sound was very clear.

Just a short distance from their feet, at the pass, the enemy's heavy machine gun was roaring wildly.

"Da da da da da da—"

The sound was unsettling; every gunshot could mean a comrade had fallen below.

"Is it all here?"

The old squad leader lowered his voice, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers covered in mud, who looked like a group of warriors who had just crawled out of hell.

"Everyone's here!" Madman pulled the bolt of his submachine gun.

"it is good."

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

The knife had no luster in the mist, but it exuded a chilling, bloody aura.

"Touch over there, but don't make a sound."

The old squad leader pointed to the blurry firelight ahead.

"Once you reach my butt, listen to my command."

"One pot at a time!"

Everyone nodded in unison, and under the cover of the rain, fog, and gunfire, they stealthily made their way toward the enemy's position.

At this moment, on the enemy's position.

The machine gunner was engrossed in the fighting and had no idea that death was already standing behind him.

"Hahahaha! Hit them! Give them a good beating!"

The enemy commander next to him brandished his pistol, looking arrogant.

"They want to charge in head-on? Dream on! Not even a bird could fly past!"

"Sir, the rain is too heavy. Should we send someone to check the flank?" an adjutant asked with some concern.

"What the hell are you looking at!" The commander kicked out. "Even monkeys couldn't climb that kind of cliff! Unless they're celestial warriors!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Suddenly, a roar as loud as thunder came from the mist overhead.

"Then you see if I'm a heavenly soldier or not!!!"

Before the commander could react, he saw ten dark, metal lumps fall from above.

The pulled pin of the grenade, puffing smoke, landed in their unsuspecting trenches.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!"

A series of explosions rang out at the pass, and flames instantly tore through the fog.

The roaring heavy machine gun suddenly fell silent, and several machine gunners were blown out of the trench.

"Enemy attack!! Behind us! There are people behind us!!"

The remaining enemy troops were stunned and disoriented by the bombing, their ears filled with a buzzing sound.

Before they could even climb out of the mud, gray figures descended from the sky.

"Kill!!! Charge with me!!!"