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

This time, Madman didn't forget to shout "Follow me!" and roared as he charged into the trench.

The submachine gun in his hand sprayed a deadly hail of bullets in the narrow trench.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"

The three enemies who tried to retaliate were instantly riddled with bullets.

On the other side of the trench, Hawkeye occupied a high rock.

With each jolt of his rifle, an enemy squad leader attempting to organize a counterattack fell.

But what's most terrifying is the old squad leader.

He did not use a gun.

At this close-quarters combat distance, the broadsword is the true king.

An enemy soldier, bayonet in hand, charged toward the old squad leader, howling.

Just as Kuang Ge was about to turn his gun to provide support, he saw the old squad leader slightly shift his body to the side, dodging the sharp bayonet.

Then, with a flick of his right wrist, he slammed the back of the blade hard against the enemy soldier's nape.

"Click."

The enemy soldier didn't even utter a sound before collapsing limply to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, two more enemies surrounded them.

"Well done!"

The old squad leader suddenly took a step forward, splashing mud and water everywhere he went.

The broadsword drew a semicircle in the air, and the red silk fluttered, like burning blood.

"Whoosh!"

With a single stroke, he severed the butt of the enemy's rifle.

With another slash, he sliced ​​off another enemy's military cap along with half an ear.

That imposing aura, that indomitable killing intent, terrified the remaining enemies.

"A ghost...it's a ghost!!"

"They flew down from the sky!!"

With such a steep cliff and such heavy rain, this group of people appeared behind them silently, and each of them was incredibly brave. They had never faced such a difficult situation before.

Or rather, they've never played a game where they were at a disadvantage.

Even though they outnumbered the elite squad, and even though they still held the advantage at this moment.

Many of them, however, upon hearing the sudden shouts of battle erupting from below the mountain, dropped their weapons and fled in panic.

As the machine gun positions at the pass fell silent, the main force of the spearhead company, which had been suppressed below, quickly rushed up.

Before long, they planted the red flag on this seemingly insurmountable Pusa Hill!

……

The rain gradually subsided.

The shouts of battle had faded into the distance, leaving only the occasional sniper shots as the pursuing company cleared out the remaining enemy.

The elite squad was resting by a blue stone stained red with blood, and did not pursue them.

The brief but intense hand-to-hand combat just now had taken a huge toll on the team, who had just gone through extreme rock climbing.

"Check the equipment and clean up the battlefield," the old squad leader ordered in a hoarse voice.

He lowered his head, and the greatsword that struck fear into the hearts of his enemies hung limply at his side.

The blade was covered in nicks and cuts, and undried blood dripped down the grooves.

"Yes."

Hawkeye responded and began skillfully sifting through the enemy's corpses, searching for bullets and grenades.

The game blurs some of the player's perceptions; the scene of corpses scattered everywhere may seem bloody, but it did not make Hawkeye and his team uncomfortable.

Crazy Brother was changing the magazine of a submachine gun on the side, his fingers trembling slightly from the fierce battle just now.

At this moment, the old squad leader slowly raised his hand, intending to put the knife back behind his back.

This is an extremely simple action.

For a veteran like the old squad leader, this is just muscle memory; he could do it with his eyes closed.

However, just as his right hand was raised into the air and his elbow had just bent, he suddenly...

"Clang—"

Suddenly, a sharp cracking sound rang out as the broadsword slipped from the old squad leader's hand.

Hawkeye, who was searching for the body, froze and turned his head sharply.

Crazy Bro almost dropped his gun after changing the magazine.

Ruan Ruan, who was bandaging a lightly wounded soldier, stopped mid-air with the gauze in her hand.

All the soldiers' eyes couldn't help but look at the knife on the ground, and then slowly moved up to look at the old sergeant's right hand.

At this moment, the old squad leader's right hand, with its five fingers, was convulsing violently.

It felt like an electric current was coursing through my skin, my knuckles were stiff and curled up, and I couldn't straighten them no matter how hard I tried.

The old squad leader seemed stunned as well.

He stared at his still trembling hand, a look of surprise flashing across his eyes, which then turned into panic.

He actually lost his composure in front of his own soldiers!

"This rain... it's fucking weird."

The veteran squad leader reacted quickly.

He gave a dry laugh, his voice slightly unsteady, and immediately reached out with his left hand to grab the large knife from the ground, while simultaneously trying to hide his still twitching right hand behind his back.

"It's so cold I can barely hold the knife. How embarrassing, so embarrassing."

As the old squad leader spoke, he awkwardly shoved the knife into his back with his left hand, forcing a nonchalant smile onto his face.

"What are you all looking at? Never seen a slip of the hand before? Get back to work!"

However, no one moved.

Kuang Ge looked at the old squad leader, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

Is this cold?

This is the hand that was just on the cliff, digging into a crevice in the rock, supporting the weight of nine fully armed soldiers!

"Class monitor..."

Ruan Ruan stood up, without crying, making a fuss, or panicking.

At this moment, her face was covered in mud, but her eyes were surprisingly calm.

Ruan Ruan walked straight up to the old squad leader.

"Girl, what are you doing?"

"Go, go bandage Xiao Liu, I'm fine..."

The old squad leader subconsciously took a step back, tucking his right hand even tighter behind his back.

Ruan Ruan didn't reply, but reached out and grabbed the old squad leader's wrist, which was hidden behind his back.

The old squad leader shuddered, wanting to break free, but dared not use force, afraid of hurting the only precious child in the whole class.

"Don't move."

Soft yet unusually firm.

That was the unique authority a medic possessed when dealing with unruly wounded soldiers.

The old squad leader froze, letting Ruan Ruan pull his right hand in front of him.

Even with mental preparation, when the hand was actually revealed to everyone, the live stream room still erupted in tears.

The skin and flesh at the base of the thumb on that hand had completely ruptured, revealing bright red muscle fibers inside.

Three of the five fingernails had been flipped up, and the remaining two were filled with black silt and gravel, leaving the fingertips a bloody mess.

But the most terrifying thing was the old squad leader's right forearm.

The entire forearm was a terrifying purplish-black color, swollen like a steamed bun, and even throbbing uncontrollably.

"Is this what you mean by cold?"

Ruan Ruan raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice so cold that it made the old squad leader feel a little weak.

After all, Ruan Ruan is a medic...

The old squad leader awkwardly avoided Ruan Ruan's gaze, like a child who had done something wrong, and stammered.

"I'm just... I'm a little exhausted, but I'll be fine after a rest. I'm really okay."

"We've had far more serious injuries than this during our marches before..."

"Do you want to cripple this hand?" Ruan Ruan interrupted the old squad leader.

She took a small bamboo tube, about the size of a thumb, from her first-aid kit, uncorked it, poured the spicy liquor inside into her palm, and rubbed it vigorously to warm it up.

"Bear with it."

After Ruan Ruan finished speaking, she grasped the old squad leader's forearms with both hands and began to massage them vigorously.

"hiss--!"

The old squad leader gasped, and cold sweat instantly poured down his forehead.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from below the pass.

"The elite squad! Where's the elite squad?!"