Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign-Chapter 131 - 114 Moscow Battlefield Full View (3.4k)

The next day, early morning.

Moscow, blanketed by heavy snowfall overnight, turned the entire city white.

However, pedestrians and vehicles were more numerous than usual, all heading towards Red Square, with the streets constantly echoing with the rousing Soviet military songs as the parade proceeded normally.

Xu Jie followed at the rear of the militia formation, unconsciously humming along with the Soviet songs, his gaze sweeping the surroundings as he spoke to his friends in the livestream chat:

"We’re about to enter Red Square, folks."

"I have to say, in this atmosphere, I’ve been somewhat affected."

"Look over there."

"Everyone is a citizen of the Soviet Union, looking at us with the eyes of seeing heroes."

"In such a situation, how could one afford to lose face."

Though not a native of ’Earth’, everyone tends to follow the crowd.

Xu Jie listened to the photo studio owner tell stories about the heroes captured in the photographs who never returned from fighting against the Imperial army.

At this moment, he was part of the militia formation alongside soldiers, workers, and students prepared to die at the frontline, surrounded by resolute gazes, while outside, countless citizens looked on with hope and prayer.

In such instances, it’s easy to be immersed in the bigger picture.

Even Xu Jie’s posture naturally straightened a bit, joining the militia formation heading to the parade in Red Square.

Other livestream hosts were experiencing similar sentiments.

As time gradually passed, it was soon time for the parade to officially begin.

Standing in the ranks, Xu Jie listened to the speech of the highest leader of the Soviet Union. From the CG materials, Blue Star viewers were initially unclear about the tense situation, but now they understood.

The CG materials only mentioned the Imperial army reaching the outskirts of Moscow recently, but through the developments within the game and real-time map of the battle lines.

Blue Star fans realized that on the day of the Red Square parade, the Imperial troops were merely a few kilometers from Moscow, continually dispatching small units closer.

Fortunately, Moscow had enough troops to wipe out those small units, preventing them from penetrating the city.

The original CG perspective did not feature any air defense equipment.

But now situated in the center of Red Square, Xu Jie realized the degree of tension, with anti-aircraft cannons surrounding the plaza to ward off Imperial air strikes, all absent in the CG data.

Xu Jie swept his gaze across the area, showing his friends in the livestream.

With a shout of ’Ura,’ the entire plaza of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians joined in chorus shouting ’Ura.’

Then, the parade began, with everyone armed with real weaponry.

Soon it was the militia formation’s turn, Xu Jie steeling himself as he marched through Red Square with the Soviet Union’s workers and students, feeling the countless gazes of the Soviet public, momentarily dazed.

"Ura——!!!"

"Ura——!!!"

Xu Jie intuitively joined the Soviet soldiers and civilians around him in shouting, the deafening sound leaving his mind blank, indescribable by words.

Until he passed through the parade ground.

Xu Jie gradually calmed down, talking about his experience to the livestream chat.

Soldiers, workers, and students nearby were already scanning the edges of Red Square for their relatives, the ranks soon dispersing; Xu Jie remained with some other soldiers.

Xu Jie didn’t know the character’s background or family situation, while others not moving were either from elsewhere or had lost all their relatives.

All envied those soldiers able to embrace their loved ones.

Suddenly.

Xu Jie sensed someone was waving at him from his peripheral vision.

Feeling curious, he turned his head and was stunned.

At the edge of the plaza stood last night’s photo studio photographer, squeezed among the crowd, holding up a photo and waving frantically.

The photo was the one Xu Jie took at the studio the previous night.

Evidently, the photographer hadn’t slept, developing it overnight after Xu Jie left.

Seeing Xu Jie’s gaze, the photographer smiled, and even from afar, Xu Jie could roughly discern from the lip movements that the photographer was shouting at him, "Come! Back! Alive!"

Witnessing this, Xu Jie and friends in the livestream were deeply touched, Xu Jie similarly affected, taking a deep breath:

"Are they trying to make me cry?"

Despite trying to keep his voice calm, his smile was uncontrollable, waving back towards the photographer.

In such a firsthand experience.

Xu Jie suddenly understood why Soviet soldiers went to war smiling, even knowing they were heading to their death after the parade.

Moments later.

The formation squad where Xu Jie stood received orders to head to the frontline battlefield.

From a high-altitude viewpoint, the Soviet troops that had marched past the parade formation broke away, advancing from all directions to the frontline; everyone knew the outcome, yet no one retreated.

...

Half a day later.

Xu Jie’s militia formation arrived at the outskirts of Moscow, assisting the regular army in repelling the Imperial’s assault, the formation quickly dispersing, Xu Jie assigned to aid defense in a village.

Xu Jie curiously observed the houses in the village and the moving soldiers.

For Blue Star viewers in the livestream, it was their first time witnessing this scenario; previous battles either directly occurred on battlefields or involved guarding positions, but they’d never seen defensive reliance upon village structures.

Xu Jie’s squad was soon led to a courtyard.

At this moment.

Something was being distributed in the courtyard, a box of bottles placed on the central table. A Soviet officer noticed their arrival, nodded, and continued explaining to others:

"These are prepared to target Imperial Tanks."

"When using, simply ignite and throw onto the tank for ignition, although there’s a drawback."

"If prematurely broken, it could burn you alive."

"So be extremely cautious during use."

Upon seeing the box of bottles, a veteran Soviet soldier couldn’t help but swallow:

"Officer, can we dilute a bottle?"

"Feels like diluting a bottle into a barrel of liquor would let us drink for several days."

The Soviet officer retorted:

"What are you thinking?"

"This is ’heavy weaponry,’ if you drink it all, what will we use against Imperial Tanks?"

"Besides, this isn’t something you can mix with water and drink; it’s toxic, you know?"

"Alright, distribute them."

"Moska, take some people to search the battlefield later, try to find more bottles."

The Soviet soldier called Moska said with a smile:

"No problem."

Meanwhile, Xu Jie and others, led by the officer, walked over:

"These are the new recruits."

The officer who had just been explaining smiled as he looked at Xu Jie and the others:

"They are quite good lads, did they all participate in the parade?"

"The scene must have been grand, wasn’t it?"

Then he looked at the guns on Xu Jie and the others and asked:

"Do you have enough ammunition?"

Xu Jie took off his gun and shook it:

"Hmm... quite unusable, I guess."

The guns and ammunition of the infantry phalanx were all relics, let alone those of their militia phalanx; the guns in their hands were just for show, emitting a rattle with a slight shake.

Hearing the sound of the gun in Xu Jie’s hand, the officer across showed a helpless expression:

"Alright, I expected that."

He then called for a box of ’heavy weapons’ alcohol to be carried over.

"We don’t have that many guns for now, we’ll think of a way after we fight the Imperial Army."

"Our task is to snipe the enemy armored divisions and prevent them from reaching Moscow through the road five kilometers away."

"I will demonstrate how to use these things to you later."

"Be very careful; if it shatters, it can be deadly."

Xu Jie and the others nodded hurriedly, and the whole village was in a busy state at this time. After the officer briefly taught Xu Jie and the others how to use them, he left in a hurry.

As night fell.

Everyone was gathered together.

Then, everyone carried all their weapons and equipment and headed towards the road five kilometers away. They had received news that an Imperial armored division was about to pass there and must be intercepted.

When they reached the trenches, Xu Jie finally felt the familiar battlefield vibe.

Xu Jie was assigned to follow a machine gunner, and the two of them hid in the trench. After a busy night of setup, the sky began to lighten.

The two leaned in the pit, avoiding the cold wind.

Xu Jie also learned the machine gunner’s name was Kirill.

Kirill took out a box of cigarettes, pulled out one:

"Want one?"

Xu Jie waved his hand:

"No, I don’t smoke well."

Kirill showed a regretful expression:

"That’s a pity."

"Such a tasty thing, if you don’t smoke now, you might not get the chance later."

Xu Jie looked curious:

"Why do you sound so pessimistic?"

"Although the Empire is strong, we should be able to hold them off, right?"

Kirill smiled and said:

"I have faith in my motherland."

"But I have no confidence in myself."

Saying that, he struck a match.

Hiss—

The flame lit the cigarette, Kirill took a deep drag, exhaled slowly, and raised his hand to check the time on his watch:

"Those Imperial fellows, they should be arriving soon."

Then he looked at the sky outside the pit.

Xu Jie was still a bit puzzled when suddenly.

Boom! Boom! Boom—

The dull sounds came from afar, and soon, shells landed near the trench, spraying snow and earth all around, covering Xu Jie and Kirill, Xu Jie dusted the dirt off his body.

Kirill, however, remained motionless, smoking his cigarette, laughing as he said:

"These guys are quite punctual."

"Every day at this time, it’s really life-threatening. After a bout of bombing, the main forces should appear."

"It’s been intercepted for several days now."

"Let’s just hope for a bit more snow, or else we’ll soon be done for here."

Kirill’s words were pessimistic, but there wasn’t a hint of backing down.

Three hours later.

Xu Jie, covering his ears, was already half buried in dirt. Kirill patted Xu Jie on the shoulder and shouted loudly:

"Get ready to work."

"Those little bastards of the Empire are about to come."

Then he stepped out of the pit, went to the machine gun and removed the cover on top, Xu Jie also came out, and through the trench, he could see the surroundings filled with smoke and the air thick with the smell of explosives.

The Imperial forces had already appeared in the line of sight of Xu Jie and everyone in the broadcast room. Tank shells were shooting towards the positions one after another.

...

...

As the broadcasters from the parade phalanx began fighting.

The entire front line between the Empire and the Soviet Union started a new round of fighting with the sunrise.

On the other side.

The broadcasters who chose the [Moscow Defenders Medal] challenge mission were all completely stunned, hiding outdoors with no cold weather gear, and many of them woke up to find themselves back on the main screen.

Their controlled characters had actually frozen to death, their squads completely wiped out.

At this time.

In Fang Ming’s broadcast room. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Fang Ming and two Soviet Union soldiers, their faces frozen blue, fingers swollen, were hiding under a pine tree. They had gathered a pile of branches and, regardless of the snow and the thick smoke that was generated, used gunpowder to ignite the branches for warmth.

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