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

"Beep—beep beep—!!"

Just then, the assembly whistle blew through the valley.

The piercing whistle pierced through the rain, urging on every weary soul.

There's no time for sentimentality.

There wasn't even time for the old squad leader to savor that brief moment of warmth.

War, that enormous meat grinder, once it starts turning, gives no one a chance to breathe.

"Attention, everyone!" The old squad leader's face turned serious, and he waved his left hand. "Destination: Luding Bridge! Run, march!"

The soldiers quickly lined up and began running along the muddy mountain path.

The old squad leader took a deep breath, turned around, and was about to carry the large marching pot that was placed on the ground.

But just as the old squad leader's left hand was about to touch the rope, another hand was faster than him.

Hawkeye, expressionless, took the lead, picked up the heavy black pot with one hand, and slung it over his back.

"You…" The old squad leader was taken aback, "This is mine…"

"You're the squad leader, you're in charge of giving orders."

Without turning his head, Hawkeye adjusted his suspenders and strode to the front of the group.

"This kind of physically demanding work is our job."

Kuang Ge is an assault soldier, and charging consumes a lot of physical strength. At this moment, he is the one with relatively good physical strength.

The heaviest work naturally had to be carried by him!

Just as the old squad leader was about to yell at someone, another hand reached out from the side.

Crazy Brother snatched the dry ration bag and the spare pistol from the old squad leader's waist and hung them on himself without saying a word.

"And this is too heavy, it's making me dizzy, let me carry it for you."

After saying that, Crazy Bro didn't wait for the old squad leader to react and took off chasing Hawkeye.

Although Ruan Ruan couldn't carry heavy things, she deliberately gave her light bamboo tube to the old squad leader when she passed by him.

Then he hung the old squad leader's heavy, rough pottery water jug, which was tied with a hemp rope and filled with water, around his neck.

"Squad leader, hurry up! We'll get scolded if we fall behind!"

Ruan Ruan turned around and called out, then ran into the rain.

The old squad leader stood still, watching the three people's backs.

The rain has started to pour again.

The heavy load was completely divided up by these three guys, and the old squad leader felt a little unaccustomed to the lightness on his shoulders.

He looked at the three young figures ahead.

He carried a huge black pot that was disproportionately large to his size, his waist was slightly bent from the weight, yet he walked very fast.

A shop hung with odds and ends, its clattering sound like a general store as it ran, yet it would occasionally glance back at him.

There was also a little girl, stubbornly holding a water bottle bigger than her face, following along with him, her steps uneven.

The old squad leader's eyes suddenly felt hot.

He raised his still slightly trembling right hand, wanting to wipe his eyes.

But then, as if remembering something, she abruptly stopped.

Finally, he simply straightened his wet military cap with his left hand.

The red five-pointed star on it shone brightly in the rain.

"Those brats..."

The old squad leader muttered a curse under his breath, his voice trembling with relief.

"Wait for me! Are you running so fast you're in a hurry to be reborn?!"

The old squad leader shouted and strode off, chasing after the group of figures.

Give me the pot!

The old squad leader caught up with Hawkeye and reached out to grab the strap of the big black pot.

"No."

Hawkeye didn't even turn his head, his body naturally shifting to the side, dodging the old squad leader's hand like a slippery eel.

Hawkeye, who is usually quiet and only follows orders, was now determined and moved even faster.

"You've gone too far!" the old squad leader cursed, then turned and grabbed at the ration bag from Kuang Ge's body. "Kuang kid, give it to me!"

"Give me a damn thing!" Crazy Bro tucked the food bag into his arms, casually tucked the old sergeant's pistol under his arm, and roared with a wide grin.

"Squad leader, if you have nothing to do, lead the way!"

"If we get lost on this route, we'll really miss dinner!"

"You..." The old squad leader was speechless with anger.

Ruan Ruan, clutching the enormous water bottle, huffed and puffed as she ran alongside.

Although he was panting heavily, he refused to look at the old squad leader, and even when the water bottle strap left a red mark on his face, he didn't let go.

The old sergeant looked at the three soldiers who were as stubborn as mules, his lips moved, but in the end he didn't say the word "get lost".

He wiped the rain off his face angrily, cursing under his breath.

"Stay close! If you fall behind, I'll kick you to death!"

The old squad leader no longer tried to take on the loads, but his steps were noticeably heavier than before.

He suddenly accelerated and rushed to the front, like a wounded but still stubborn lone wolf, plunging headlong into the vast rain.

The sky gradually darkened.

As the vanguard chased, fighting, and running, Madman suddenly sensed something was wrong.

As is customary, as the vanguard squad, they should always be at the forefront of the entire vanguard regiment, responsible for breaking through the enemy's defenses and being the first to engage the enemy.

But now, from time to time, the fraternal units behind them pass by.

Even a few miles ahead in the mountain bend, sporadic sounds of gunfire could be heard.

That was the vanguard catching up with the enemy's tail and clearing obstacles.

In the past, the old sergeant would have roared and led his men to charge at the sound of gunfire long ago, even if it meant fighting for the main attack mission.

But today, the old squad leader was running at the front, and when he heard the gunshot, he didn't even raise his head.

He just kept running in silence.

Head down, back bent, left arm swinging wildly.

His injured right arm was pressed tightly against his waist, occasionally swaying stiffly with the swaying of his body.

That silence was unsettling.

Crazy Brother slowed down a bit, deliberately falling half a step behind, and moved closer to Hawkeye.

"Hawkeye," Madman said in a low voice, panting heavily, "Can you feel it?"

Eagle Eyes stared ahead, his feet never stopping, only nodding slightly, sweat trickling down his high, straight nose.

"Something's wrong with the old squad leader."

Kuang Ge glanced at the thin figure in front of him, his voice tinged with anxiety.

"He... didn't get excited when he heard the gunshot..."

Ruan Ruan came over when she heard this, and said thoughtfully.

"Is there a problem with what the company commander just said?"

Hawkeye adjusted the position of the cooking pot on his back and exhaled a long puff of white steam.

"Did you notice the company commander's actions just now?"

"A gesture?" Kuang Ge was taken aback. "He just patted the old squad leader on the shoulder."

"Yes." Hawkeye squinted, raindrops clinging to his eyelashes. "But which hand did he use, and which shoulder did he pat?"

Kuang Ge recalled for a moment.

At the Pusagang Pass, the company commander, covered in mud, rushed up and listened to the report...

"Right hand! Pat the old squad leader's left shoulder!" Crazy Bro blurted out.

"That's right," Hawkeye continued, explaining.

"According to the habits of soldiers, or the close relationship between sergeants and company commanders who are like brothers who have been through thick and thin, when they meet, they usually greet each other by pounding their chest or patting their right shoulder."

"But the company commander deliberately went around the old sergeant's right side and patted him on the left shoulder."

Hawkeye paused, his tone becoming more serious.

"The company commander saw it."

"Or rather, he knew."

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Thank you to "Cao Qingyi from Donghu Xingdao" for the king of gifts! Bonus chapter 1/3...

Then some terms have been replaced. Just know that the prototype was the 4th Regiment of the 2nd Division of the 1st Army—the 4th Regiment was the vanguard in everything from the capture of Luding Bridge, climbing snow-capped mountains, crossing grasslands, and the Battle of Lazikou ∠(°ゝ°)

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