Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign-Chapter 136 - 118: Plot Photo, [Moscow Defenders Medal] Challenge Success (4.2k Monthly Ticket Bonus 2)
Chapter 136: Chapter 118: Plot Photo, [Moscow Defenders Medal] Challenge Success (4.2k Monthly Ticket Bonus 2)
"These should be the two exclusive storyline photos."
"Let’s first look at the Red Square parade."
The viewers in the live stream room were watching curiously.
Xu Jie first opened the box labeled ’Red Square Parade’, and inside revealed a photo of him in the militia formation, smiling and waving to the photo studio owner as he saw him.
Xu Jie took the photo out and showed it to the live stream room:
"The angle of this photo is nice, must be directly captured from the background data by Polestar Games."
Following the instructions on the paper inside the box, Xu Jie took out his phone, scanned the photo, and then placed the phone flat on the table, triggering a virtual projection of a short video above the table.
Xu Jie adjusted the camera angle and watched the short video playing.
The short video started from the parade and continued to the scene where he waved to the photo studio owner, then rushed to the front line. Several quick frame switches showing that he had been fighting for days and nights, until he was the only one left in the trenches.
Calmly lighting a cigarette, smoked it to the end, then used it to ignite two bottles, charging towards the tank.
Especially the final scene, the calm expression after lighting the cigarette, even Xu Jie was wide-eyed:
"Was I that cool at the time???"
That puff of smoke was perfect.
The live stream room was filled with comments praising him, and bullet screens passed by.
Then the video ended, and Xu Jie took out the ’Everyone Has Gone to the Front Line’ box:
"Let’s take a look at this one."
"Oh?"
He opened the box, and the first thing he saw was a photo of him taken in the photo studio.
Could that photo studio be a hidden storyline?
This thought flashed through Xu Jie’s mind, so he picked up his phone and scanned the photo, then placed the phone flat on the table.
In the next second.
A virtual short video projection appeared.
However, it didn’t start with Xu Jie, but with... the girl he met that day and her new husband.
Xu Jie and the viewers in the live stream room unconsciously sat up straight, leaned closer to watch this storyline they hadn’t seen before.
In the projection.
The image of the photo studio owner appeared, looking at the expressionless man and opening his mouth:
"Can you smile?"
The young soldier on the opposite side, expressionless, said:
"I can’t."
Upon seeing this, the photo studio owner could only continue taking the picture with resignation.
’Click’!
At this moment, a girl dressed beautifully in a skirt ran in from outside, looked at the young soldier, her voice trembling:
"Why?"
"Why didn’t you tell me?"
"You have an exemption certificate, you..."
The young soldier stared straight ahead, his voice firm:
"The homeland needs it."
The girl spoke with a worried tone:
"Your body has problems."
The young soldier paused and said:
"I will write to you."
The girl fell silent, then spoke:
"Do you not love me anymore?"
The young soldier suddenly turned his head, looking directly at the girl, as if he had a thousand words to say but ultimately only managed to say:
"I will definitely write to you."
Seeing this, the girl merely wiped her tears, said nothing, and turned to face the camera.
’Click’
Young soldier and his wife took a photo together.
Then the scene switched, showing Xu Jie and the live stream viewers to the familiar scenario.
Because Xu Jie was in the photo studio at that time.
The girl had already changed out of her beautiful dress and jewelry, wearing a winter military uniform, standing in front of the camera, while the Soviet uncle rushed into the photo studio to stop her, but only the girl’s reply echoed in the studio:
"This is war, Dad."
’Click’!
Young daughter and father took a photo together.
The scene switched again.
Is it not over yet?
Xu Jie and the viewers in the live stream room felt a tremor in their hearts.
The screen slowly revealed the figure of the Soviet uncle, wearing a thick military coat, holding a rifle, standing straight in front of the camera.
Suddenly.
A woman rushed in from the side, hugged the Soviet uncle:
"You are no longer young!"
The Soviet uncle looked straight into the camera:
"You should have heard about the situation at the front, everyone who can hold a weapon must go to war."
The woman sobbed uncontrollably:
"You’ve already served!"
"You’re too old for the battlefield!"
Yet.
The only response she got was the resolute gaze of the Soviet man.
’Click’!
An elderly couple posed for a photo.
The frame switched, slowly brightening again.
This time.
Only the woman who had embraced the Soviet man before was left, her gaze firmly fixed ahead.
’Click’!
The photo slowly became still.
Xu Jie and the viewers in the livestream room felt a heaviness in their hearts.
And the scene did not end there.
As this mother also headed to the battlefield, the scene shifted to the owner of the photo studio, who was also the photographer.
After cleaning up the photo studio, the photographer donned thick military attire.
Standing in front of the camera, he took a photo of himself, then gazed around the studio, picking up a cotton hat from the table, and pushed open the studio’s door, as the powerful Soviet song echoed.
The joyous melody seemingly celebrating something, boosting morale.
The rumbling of a Stuka thundered through the sky, as the photographer stepped out of the studio and into the falling snow.
The image gradually darkened, revealing a few large words.
’To: Everyone has gone to the front lines’
The broadcast ended, and Xu Jie’s room was dead quiet, not shaking off the mood for a long time, as were the viewers in the livestream room.
The husband went to the battlefield as needed by the motherland, and died.
The wife, spurred by her husband, joined as a battlefield nurse, and died.
The elderly father, responding to the call, rejoined the battlefield, and died.
The lone mother also ventured to the battlefield, and died.
Until finally, the owner of the photo studio, facing the endless snow, amidst the threat to the motherland from the Stuka’s roar, also headed to the battlefield....
Though brief.
It fully embodied the tragic history of an entire nation joining the war effort.
Xu Jie previously experienced a segment of the plot, feeling little, but now having watched the entire hidden storyline, he felt extremely uncomfortable, without being able to articulate his feelings.
Never did he imagine there would be such follow-up events.
Thinking it was just a common plot detour.
Watching now, the feeling is completely different, especially with the short video unfolding.
It was clear what state Moscow was in at that time, the description on the Moscow Defenders Medal seemed not to be exaggerated.
Just the Battle for Moscow alone caused over a million casualties in the Soviet Union, hinting at the tragic scale of defending the heart of the motherland, leading to the nation-wide war effort.
After a long silence, Xu Jie uploaded this storyline.
Then tidied up everything on the desk and returned to the livestream room, lost in thought at the game’s main interface.
After a moment.
Xu Jie shook his head, coming to his senses, speaking to the livestream room:
"This storyline was really hard to watch."
"Guys, I’ll continue this campaign, to see what the end of this war looks like."
"Watch the transition of the cotton attire."
"Feels like this war might take another two to three months (in-game time) at least."
"Seems so long; I need to avoid dying too much, maybe I’ll meet that photographer."
He intended to dive back into the game, but feeling drowsy, Xu Jie thought it over and spoke: freewebnoveℓ.com
"No, I need to get some sleep since the boxes are opened."
"Let the video continue flying for now, the streamer needs to catch up on sleep!"
He quickly ended the broadcast, collapsing onto the bed nearby.
Soon, the sound of deep breathing filled the room.
Xu Jie had no idea that the hidden storyline video he uploaded had already spread online, stirring considerable discussion, as he slept soundly.
...
Elsewhere.
Many streamers and players were also fighting through the night in the game.
Such as the representative.... Fang Ming.
Fang Ming’s livestream room, after a night of intense battle, was brimming with lively chat messages from viewers, resembling anything but a late-night struggle, with many viewers being highly energized.
Fang Ming himself was similarly excited.
Despite a night of fierce fighting, looking quite haggard, with only two Soviet soldiers remaining and now also dead.
And having been shot several times himself, Fang Ming lacked the strength to stand, merely leaning against a large tree, waiting for his final moments to pass.
But!!!
With the sun rising in the sky, fulfilling condition [15/15 (days)], a notification popped up, indicating that he had earned the [Moscow Defenders Medal].
In addition to the [Normandy Landing Medal] earned from conquering the Normandy battlefield.
He was only one medal short from entering the Hall of Fame.
Just missing the last [Stalingrad Medal], and based on the real-time map, Fang Ming felt that Imperial forces were nearing the Battle of Stalingrad.
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