Chapter 429: Chapter 429
This copper pot is the last assurance for sustaining life.
No one knows how long we’ve been walking.
Lü Lang only felt a lightening on his back as a soldier lifted some of the copper pot:
"It’s time to switch shifts."
Lü Lang nodded here, without any pretension or bravado, he directly handed the pot over to the soldier.
Only then did he catch a breath.
He stood in place, gasped a couple of times, picked up the bag put down by the soldier on his back, and quickened his pace to catch up with the cooking team’s ranks.
After half a day more had passed.
The group found a place with relatively fewer weeds, preparing to start a fire and cook for the large troops at the back, some went to collect firewood, others to gather wild vegetables.
And a young soldier from the cooking team wanted to place the just unloaded copper pot on a relatively flat piece of ground.
But danger lurked everywhere in this meadow.
That ground appeared problem-free.
But as soon as the young soldier stepped on it, it suddenly collapsed.
Lü Lang was sitting on the ground, and when he saw this scene, he stared wide-eyed and suddenly got to his feet, but he was struck by a dizzy spell and fell to the ground.
Meanwhile, the young soldier, due to the weight of the copper pot, was instantly submerged half-body.
The young soldier instinctively struggled, but the speed of descent only increased. Fresh chapters posted on novel{f}ire.net
Seeing the mud was about to engulf his neck, the young soldier seemed to realize something, grasped a corner of the copper pot, and pushed it upwards as much as he could:
After shouting "pot" twice aloud, the young soldier’s head submerged into the mud, and his last visible hand tried its best to push the pot out.
When Lü Lang scrambled over, he only grasped the copper pot half-sunken in the mud.
The young soldier by then had ceased all movement and struggling, completely disappearing into the mire.
Lü Lang’s mind was blank.
He clutched the edge of the copper pot tightly, his knuckles turning white from exertion.
On the edge of the pot, there remained the muddy handprints from the young soldier’s last push, those five claw marks were distinctly visible, as if still conveying the last warmth.
The live broadcast room was silent, everyone remembered that earlier comment.
[Is the pot more important than life?]
The pot is more important than life....
The plot of crossing the meadow continued in an orderly fashion.
With multiple perspectives, the Blue Star players could broadly piece together the experiences of the entire Red Army in various places.
Regardless of whether it was the reconnaissance unit or the cooking team, or the propaganda team, the main troops... all brought unprecedented shock to the Blue Star players.
In the live broadcast room identified as the reconnaissance team.
Soldiers risked their lives to pave the way for the main troops, the path for the main troops was clear, but the number of reconnaissance soldiers was dwindling....
In the live broadcast room identified as the cooking team.
Nine soldiers from the cooking team sacrificed one after another to protect a single copper pot which guaranteed the water supply for the main troops behind, even in their last moments sinking into the mire, they pushed the pot out.
In the live broadcast room identified as the taste-testing team.
Food was insufficient, so they tried to gather some wild vegetables in the boundless meadow, to prevent soldiers from mistakenly eating toxic wild plants, the Red Army established a ’Party, Youth League taste-testing group.’
Party members and Youth League members would taste wild vegetables to ensure they were non-toxic before allowing the soldiers of the main troops to eat.
But because some wild vegetables were highly toxic, within a few days, several Party and League members sacrificed....
In the live broadcast room identified as the propaganda team....
In the live broadcast room identified as the porter team.....
A series of tragic and heroic scenes unfolded before the Blue Star audience.
Every live broadcast room was like a window through time and space, showing every detail of that most tragic march in human history on ’Earth’ without reservation to the Blue Star people.
Each live broadcast of the crew making their serpentine path across the meadow lacked stirring background music or emotional narrations.
Only the sound of the howling wind and the varying depths of footprints in the mud narrated everything.
The Red Army’s [Long March], each time refreshed the Blue Star people’s understanding of faith.
Faith, it turned out, could weigh so heavily.
That pot, those footprints, those silent sacrifices.
All just to let those behind continue forward.
Meanwhile, in the [Awakening Era] DLC, on the other side of the Huaxia Land within a live broadcast room.
Due to different progressions in time.
Some faster progressing broadcasters had already reached July 7, 1937.
Outside the quiet city of Beiping.
A gunshot shattered the night sky over North China.
The [Lugou Bridge Incident] had begun.
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