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

Ten minutes later.

On the official forum of "Red Expedition", a post highlighted in red and bold suddenly appeared and was immediately pinned to the top.

The post was jointly signed by over a hundred top gamers, including Yakumo Kage, Xie Zong, and Cao Qingyi.

Title: Announcement Regarding the Establishment of a "Noise Disturbance Blacklist" and the Enforcement of Wartime Discipline

The content is simple and brutal, every word dripping with blood:

"We don't care who you are or how powerful you are in real life. In the game 'Red Expedition,' there are certain bottom lines that will lead to certain death if you cross them."

Effective immediately, anyone exhibiting the following behaviors in dungeons will be permanently blacklisted across the entire server:

1. Harassing, insulting, and robbing civilian NPCs.

"2. Maliciously violating military discipline caused NPCs' favorability to collapse."

"3. Maliciously making a fool of oneself or insulting the image of martyrs in a serious storyline."

"Punishment Mechanism:"

"No matter which instance you're in, no matter which team you're matched with, once we identify your ID as being on the blacklist..."

"Any player in the same team who receives the notification has both the obligation and the right—"

"Enforce battlefield discipline!"

"Don't ask why we can kill our teammates."

"Because in the history of this team, there have been bullets fired not only at the enemy, but also guns fired at traitors!"

"If you're not convinced, feel free to challenge me."

"We'll teach you a lesson in life through the game."

The announcement caused an uproar across the internet.

Some applauded it, while others criticized it as "player hegemony."

Just five minutes after the announcement was released, in a live stream of the "Crossing the Dadu River" instance.

A player with the ID "Little White Dragon in the Waves" was playfully touching a fellow villager, trying to trigger some "hidden perk".

"Oh, sir, please call your granddaughter out so we can see her. We're from the Reds..."

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot rang out, abruptly interrupting his foul language.

Behind him, a player with the ID "Cao Qingyi" above his head expressionlessly put away his gun and blew away the smoke from the muzzle.

He didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground, but coldly said three sentences to the stunned players around him.

"The first ironclad rule of the Red Army is: never take a needle or thread from the people."

"This man is a bandit, not one of our comrades."

"Cleanup complete, continue the mission!"

……

At this moment, in the tactical simulation hall of the Zhuque Military Region.

In the virtual immersion pod area on one side of the lobby, indicator lights flickered like breathing.

A special "regiment-level" organizational confrontation exercise is underway here.

An entire full-strength regiment of new recruits was deployed into the game "The Capture of Luding Bridge," where they were on their second day of the "240-mile march" mission.

"More than 40% of the third tier has fallen behind."

"The willpower assessment of the 2nd Company of the 1st Battalion has failed, and all members are in a negative state of 'extreme fatigue,' with their movement speed reduced by 50%."

"Data shows that at the current marching speed, they won't even make it to the designated assembly point tomorrow morning, let alone capture the bridge."

The black bird was not surprised to hear this.

Not to mention the new recruits, even the veteran recruits from the Zhuque Military Region who were testing the difficulty of the instance couldn't all reach Luding Bridge within the allotted time.

This instance has an outrageous rule: no one in the entire raid group can fall behind while performing their respective tasks.

If even one person fails to arrive at the mission location within the specified time limit, the entire team's mission will be considered a failure.

The sheer difficulty of this real historical event left all the veteran regiments from the four military regions completely bewildered.

"How many of them are cursing?" Xuan Niao suddenly asked.

The staff officer paused for a moment, then smiled wryly, "Quite a few."

"The whole group marches 240 li a day? They think that's an impossible task."

"Impossible?" Xuan Niao chuckled.

He looked up, his gaze passing over the data of the new recruits struggling in this virtual quagmire, and landing on the live stream window in the center of the main screen.

That was the live stream perspective of the three members of the "Crazy Brothers" group.

They are also the only group among non-military players who managed to pass the Snow Mountain and Grassland chapters through sheer willpower.

In the scene, the heavy rain has just stopped, and Shiyueping is illuminated by a cool, waning moon.

There were no complaints, no groans, and hardly any noise.

"Then let them see." Xuan Niao pointed to the main screen, an order that shocked the advisor beside him.

"Switch the live stream of the three 'Crazy Brothers' to the training camp's public chat."

"Let those self-important little brats see what's what."

"What do you mean by... an impossible mission?"

……

Shiyueping, night.

Several bonfires were lit in the sheltered spot under the rock wall.

The soldiers huddled together, drying their soaked shirts.

The old squad leader was not by the fire.

Like a lone old wolf, he crept alone to the back of a large blue stone in the far corner of the camp.

Here, in the shade, the pale moonlight shines down, making the puddles on the ground gleam coldly.

The old squad leader glanced back warily.

He breathed a long sigh of relief after confirming that Crazy Brother's "tagalongs" were roasting dry rations by the fire and hadn't noticed them.

The old squad leader slowly sat down, leaning against the cold rock, panting heavily.

That deeply lined face no longer concealed its pain; its features were slightly distorted.

He reached out his left hand, trembling, and awkwardly unbuttoned the cuff of his right sleeve.

Throughout the journey, no matter how heavy the rain or how slippery the road, his right hand remained firmly pressed against his waist, as if welded to it, and he dared not move it.

Now, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The old squad leader gritted his teeth and slowly rolled up his soaked sleeves.

With each roll, his cheeks bulged out, and he couldn't help but let out a low growl.

The sleeves were finally rolled up to the elbows.

Under the pale moonlight, the right arm finally revealed its true form.

From wrist to elbow, the entire forearm was swollen to the point of being almost transparent, the skin stretched thin as a cicada's wing, and it had a terrifying purplish-black, oily sheen.

His once thin forearms were now swollen and thicker than his thighs.

His five fingers were swollen like five purple eggplants, curled up together, and could not be separated at all.

The wound on the tiger's mouth, which had split open due to rock climbing, was soaked in rainwater and turned white and turned outward, like a small, gaping mouth, still oozing pale red blood.

"Damn it..."

The old squad leader looked at the hand, muttered a curse under his breath, his eyes filled with both heartache and, more so, a frustrated disappointment.

He looked around and pulled out a tattered strip of cloth that he had prepared beforehand from his waist.

Then, he dipped the strip of cloth into the cold rainwater that had accumulated in the crevices of the nearby rocks, retrieved it, and pressed it forcefully onto his burning, swollen right arm.

"hiss--!!!"

The intense temperature difference caused the old squad leader to shudder violently as if he had been electrocuted, and the back of his head slammed heavily against the rock.

But he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He wanted to use this most primitive method to suppress the excruciating, burning pain and try to "calm down" his almost useless arm.

As long as the pain stops and the numbness subsides, it can be used again tomorrow.

They can also wield guns and knives.

They can also lead these kids to fight for that sliver of hope.

"Listen to me... listen to me..."

The old squad leader's forehead veins bulged, cold sweat poured down his face, and he mumbled incoherently.

He picked up the cloth strip, dipped it into the ice water again, and prepared to apply the cold compress a second time.

Just then.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed the wet strip of cloth in the old squad leader's hand.

The old squad leader froze, then suddenly looked up.

Kuang Ge stood in the moonlight.

He didn't know when he arrived, nor how long he had been standing there.

He stood there straight, his tall figure blocking most of the moonlight and casting a deep shadow on the old squad leader.

With a cold face, Kuang Ge used his fingers to slowly pry the strip of cloth out of the old squad leader's hand.

Then, in front of the old squad leader, he casually threw it into the muddy ground next to him.

"You..." The old squad leader opened his mouth, wanting to get angry, but found that his voice was terribly hoarse.

"Do you want this hand to become necrotic tonight?"

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

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