Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign-Chapter 179 - 135: Stalingrad - Didn’t Survive Half a Day, CG Scene?! (6.1k Two-in-One)_2
Chapter 179: Chapter 135: Stalingrad - Didn’t Survive Half a Day, CG Scene?! (6.1k Two-in-One)_2
As the game update concluded, it began.
Watching the livestream, everyone realized...
It’s really giving you a multi-story building to play in.
But no one expected the difficulty of this multi-story to be so outrageous.
Yu Feng picked up the cup on the table, gulped down a few big mouthfuls of water, and recovered, watching the split screen in the livestream room.
Having already exited, he simply enlarged it.
He turned off the black screen, organizing the split screens of the remaining 20 rooms into five rows according to the floors, for the viewers in the livestream room:
"Let me see... all together from top to bottom, it’s five floors."
"Five rooms on the fifth floor."
"Six rooms on the fourth floor."
"Two rooms on the third floor."
"Two rooms on the second floor."
"Five rooms on the first floor."
"The situation isn’t good."
"There are too few people on the second and third floors; if taken, it directly separates the first floor from the fourth and fifth floors."
"But it’s also tough for the Imperial side."
"No one dares to come out, the corridor is being watched, whoever comes out dies, and running outside is risky; not to mention those on the fourth and fifth floors can’t even run, and once outside, they’d be sitting ducks."
"This design is so wicked."
Looking at this layout, Yu Feng couldn’t help but feel a toothache as he spoke.
Can’t even get out of the building, is it all this hard?
Yu Feng opened the Celestial Shark Live, glanced around, and entered a few livestream rooms.
He found that the livestream rooms challenging the [Stalingrad Medal] were almost all inside these big buildings, while players not choosing the challenge had different distributions based on team size.
For example, Mo Xiaomo, who was solo. freeweɓnøvel~com
In the livestream room.
Mo Xiaomo was in an independent three-story small building, not the kind of communal building like Fang Ming and Yu Feng. At the moment, Mo Xiaomo was hiding behind a sofa next to the third-floor stairs, nervously watching the stairway entrance.
Cautious, faint footsteps came from below, and Mo Xiaomo had been squatting for over ten minutes; the person below stubbornly didn’t come up.
It seemed they were searching downstairs the whole time, but the pressure was imaginable.
Even in just a short while, Mo Xiaomo had broken out in a cold sweat. The feeling of enemy footsteps below, walking around but not coming up, was torturous.
Mo Xiaomo didn’t dare to pull the bolt, fearing to alarm the enemy below.
She could only slightly adjust her body, placing her hand on the bolt, stealthily extending it out to ensure she could pull and shoot at the first moment of an enemy attack.
This tense, oppressive, and thrilling environment, it really does attract...
A wave of traffic.
Even Yu Feng, who originally intended to watch casually, unconsciously stopped and concentrated with the viewers, listening to the growing noise from Mo Xiaomo’s floor below...
Until a few minutes later.
A steel helmet slowly appeared at the stairway entrance,
No one on the first floor, no one on the second floor, when searching the third floor, this Imperial soldier seemed to relax a bit. With a feint or two, there was no sound, and he slowly came up.
’Ka-ka’!
The sound of the bolt suddenly rang out.
Bang——!
A gunshot, and that Imperial soldier was hit in the chest, rolling down the stairs, the sound of impacts continued, finally crashing onto the second-floor floor.
Mo Xiaomo finally let out a breath, but still didn’t dare to act recklessly.
She glanced at the outside sky; the sun was about to set. If she could hold on for a few hours, with the cover of night, it would be safer at night.
After waiting for a while, once the building was completely silent.
Mo Xiaomo relaxed a bit but still didn’t dare to go out, still hiding behind the sofa, yet somewhat excited as she spoke with the viewers:
"This [Stalingrad] is just too thrilling."
"You have no idea how fast my heart was beating just now, oh my God."
"This is the first time I’ve encountered a situation like this."
On the previous battlefields, it was all brainless charging; careful, nerve-wracking excitement like this was a first.
The livestream was filled with 6666 spams.
Mo Xiaomo opened the Polestar Official Website’s real-time map and found Stalingrad.
She could clearly see that Imperial forces had reached Stalingrad.
And had already occupied half of it.
Looking at the map, split by the Volga River.
The left side of the Volga River had been seized by the Imperial side, while the right side remained in Soviet Union hands.
Mo Xiaomo looked out at the scenery, shaking and discussing her location with viewers in the livestream, and quickly, based on the view from Mo Xiaomo’s window, they pinpointed the location.
Mo Xiaomo looked at the outside scenery and, with the help of the livestream viewers, finally confirmed:
"I should be at the [Central Train Station] now."
"There are quite a few troops around."
"Looking like this, I’m temporarily safe."
"Let me see...."
"The Soviet Union is constantly sending troops over from across the river."
"Hiss——"
"What kind of battle is this going to be."
The livestream bullet comments flowed past.
[Hard to say what kind of battle, but it’s tragic for sure.]
[Exactly, those challenging the [Stalingrad Medal] got knocked senseless.]
[Some entered the challenge for five minutes and restarted, appearing in the living room at the start, with a black screen immediately.]
[Laughing to death, is it that miserable?]
It sure is miserable.
Mo Xiaomo’s gaze went outside, seeing fierce gunfire inside some buildings, soldiers from the Imperial and Soviet sides fighting on one street, tugging back and forth.
Blue Star players for the first time had a concept of [Urban Street Fighting].
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