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

The one speaking wasn't Crazy Bro.

It was a trembling, yet unusually stern female voice.

Ruan Ruan walked out from behind Kuang Ge.

Next up is Hawkeye.

The three people were like three walls, completely enclosing this small corner.

Hawkeye had his back to them, holding a gun-cleaning cloth in his hand, mechanically wiping the rifle.

"Click, click."

The sound of the bolt returning to its original position was monotonous and cold.

Hawkeye kept his head down, seemingly focused entirely on his gun.

Ruan Ruan walked up to the old squad leader, her little face stern and her eyes fierce.

Even the veteran squad leader couldn't help but flinch.

Ruan Ruan crouched down in the moonlight, observing the purplish-black right arm.

"The blood clot is blocking the nerves." The soft voice was cold. "You want to numb your nerves with cold water?"

"You're feeling better now, but your blood vessels are constricted, and the blood clots won't dissipate. This arm will have to be amputated tomorrow morning!"

Upon hearing this, the old squad leader shrank back slightly, instinctively trying to hide his hands behind his back, forcing an awkward, dry laugh.

"It's not that serious... I just bumped into something, it's a little swollen, I used to..."

"The past is the past!" Ruan Ruan suddenly raised her voice, interrupting the old squad leader's sophistry.

"You hadn't met me before, but now you're one of my soldiers!"

Upon hearing this, even Kuang Ge, who was standing to the side, felt his eyelids twitch.

The medic said the wounded were her soldiers, which made no sense in the Red Army's logic.

But to the old squad leader, it made him feel embarrassed and inexplicably guilty.

"Fine, fine, I'll listen to you, okay?"

The old squad leader remained silent for a while, then sighed helplessly.

"Then what do you suggest we do? There's no medicine available..."

Ruan Ruan took out the small bamboo tube from before.

I gave some to the old squad leader before, and now there's only about a sip of liquor left.

She gently pulled out the cork and gave the order without turning her head.

"Crazy Bro, hold his shoulder down."

Crazy Brother silently squatted down, stretched out his two big hands, and grabbed the old squad leader's left shoulder and right torso with one hand on each side.

"Squad leader, it might hurt a little."

Ruan Ruan turned the bamboo tube upside down and poured the last bit of precious liquor into her palm.

She rubbed her hands together vigorously until her palms felt warm.

The old squad leader looked at the scene, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he forced a smile.

"What a joke! I even had to have my bone scraped to remove poison back then..."

"Bite down."

Ruan Ruan ignored his boasting and directly pulled out a neatly rolled-up piece of clean gauze from her pocket, handing it to the old squad leader's mouth.

The old squad leader was stunned for a moment.

He looked at Ruan Ruan's eyes, which shone brightly in the moonlight, and swallowed back the harsh words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Finally, she stopped being coy and bit down on the gauze.

The next second, soft hands suddenly gripped the swollen, purplish-black forearm.

It wasn't a gentle caress, nor was it a soothing massage.

She grabbed the old squad leader's wrist with one hand, straightened his arm, and suspended it in the air.

With his other hand, he curled his four fingers and used his hard knuckles to scrape away the hard lumps of blood that had accumulated.

"Ugh—!!!"

A muffled, extremely painful groan suddenly exploded from deep within the old sergeant's throat.

The sound was tightly stuffed into his mouth with gauze, turning into a whimper like that of an old ox before it dies.

The old squad leader's muscles tensed to their limit in an instant.

He suddenly straightened his legs, kicking a deep hole in the soil beneath his feet.

The veins on my neck and forehead were throbbing wildly; it was excruciating pain.

It's like using a dull knife to saw back and forth on a festering, oozing wound.

Kuang Ge held the old squad leader down tightly, preventing him from struggling or moving.

He could clearly feel the body beneath his palm trembling violently; the pain traveled through the skin he touched, making Kuang Ge's heart clench.

But he cannot let go.

Not only can we not loosen up, we have to increase the pressure.

Because the soft movements continued.

"Hold on! You have to push him away!"

She let out a soft, low growl, but her hands didn't stop moving at all.

She used her knuckles to push, squeeze, scrape, and press along the muscle lines, repeatedly.

That kind of power is not something a little girl could produce.

She was fighting with the King of Hell to save someone!

She was the one who pulled this veteran, who had almost been crippled while saving them, back to life!

"Click, click."

In the quiet corner, the only sound could be the friction of knuckles scraping against swollen muscles.

And then there was the old squad leader's increasingly urgent, yet increasingly faint, groans.

Eagle Eye, who was standing on the periphery, stopped cleaning his gun.

His hands were trembling.

He remained with his back to the scene, his eyes fixed on the dark mountains and forests in the distance.

But his eyes, which were usually as calm as a hawk's, were now frighteningly red.

A tear slid down his cheek and shattered instantly on the cold barrel of the gun.

He dared not turn around.

I'm afraid that if I look back even once, I won't be able to resist rushing up and telling them to stop.

Because it sounds so painful, like being tortured.

But this punishment was for the purpose of saving one's life.

It was to save the old squad leader's right arm.

When Ruan Ruan finally let go, she was completely exhausted and collapsed onto the muddy ground.

Her hands were covered in sweat and dark purple bruises from being pushed around.

The old squad leader was also leaning weakly against the rock.

The gauze in his mouth had been bitten through, and blood and foam dripped onto his chest. He was drenched in sweat.

But he did not faint.

Although his eyes were somewhat unfocused, they remained wide open, staring intently at the cold, clear moon overhead.

"He's...he's alive again..."

Kuang Ge released his grip and looked at the old squad leader's right arm.

Although it is still swollen, and although it is still frightening.

But the deathly gray that represented tissue necrosis had faded somewhat, replaced by a dark red that carried the warmth of body heat.

The blood vessels are open.

As long as the blood can flow, the arm can be saved.

She gasped for breath a few times and struggled to get up from the ground.

She took out two straight, dry tree branches from her bag, which she had picked up on the way.

Another roll of bandage was torn off.

At this point, the old squad leader had no strength left to resist and was completely at Ruan Ruan's mercy.

With practiced ease, Ruan Ruan sandwiched two tree branches between the old squad leader's right arms and secured them with bandages, wrapping them tightly around his arm.

Finally, she wrapped the bandage around the old sergeant's neck, tied a tight knot, and firmly suspended his right arm in front of his chest.

Then carefully repair the old squad leader's mangled fingers.

After doing all this, Ruan Ruan took a step back and stood still in the moonlight.

She looked down at the exhausted old squad leader, her domineering aura growing stronger.

"Squad leader, listen up."

Ruan Ruan pointed to the arm that was hanging up and said, word by word.

"From now on, this hand is my possession; it is my patient's hand."

"No one is allowed to touch or use the Luding Bridge before they see it."

"Including yourself." Ruan Ruan paused, her eyes filled with threat.

"If you dare to secretly untie it, if you dare to use it to show off again..."

"I immediately reported to the regimental commander that your condition had worsened and you needed to be sent back to the rear immediately!"