Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign-Chapter 184 - 136 [Central Station Battle for Supremacy] Fang Ming: Building battles are too difficult, let’s fight in the streets (6.2k two-in-one)_3
Chapter 184: Chapter 136 [Central Station Battle for Supremacy] Fang Ming: Building battles are too difficult, let’s fight in the streets (6.2k two-in-one)_3
"Alright, where to?"
Old Charlie spoke up:
"Anywhere, just go where people go."
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
He said as he turned and left, joining the manufacturing of a new tank.
Theodore looked at the tank in front of him, not even painted yet, emitting a metallic tang from the welding, and could only slide inside the tank.
Fortunately, there was system assistance, making it possible to drive it alone.
Theodore, guided by the system’s prompts, successfully drove the newly built T-34 out of the factory. Though slow, it steadily left the factory area. Since he wasn’t fully familiar with the game, he asked the spectators in the live stream:
"Uh... I’ve driven it out, but where do I go next?"
Very quickly.
Theodore charged recklessly through Stalingrad city streets under the direction of many live stream viewers.
"Damn, where is this?"
"Is that a station up ahead?"
"So many gunshots, I don’t have a loader or gunner!"
"Can’t continue, I have to go back."
In the sky, the hum of bombers swept past, and a series of small black dots fell. At this time, Theodore inside the tank was still oblivious, preparing to turn back and call for some people:
"I can’t fight alone, and it seems I didn’t bring ammunition."
"I have to..."
Boom boom boom boom—!!!
The display clearly darkened.
This freshly built T-34 tank was rendered scrap in half an hour.
In the distance.
Near the Central Station amidst high-rise ruins.
Mo Xiaomo lay atop the ruins, gazing at the freshly turned fireball tank, somewhat flabbergasted:
"Uh..."
After holding back for a long time, only managed to utter:
"Feels like a bit of a waste."
The tank looked brand new, not even painted, and now it was gone.
Mo Xiaomo shook her head:
"What a pity."
The chatroom was also flooded with comments:
[Indeed, the tank’s demise was too tragic.]
[100% brand new, 100% scrapped.]
[A bit odd, why didn’t this tank join the main force, wandering around alone.]
[No idea, maybe it got lost?]
[It should be a freshly built tank, some are driven straight to the battlefield by workers due to a lack of soldiers.]
[Huh? It’s like that.... What a shame.]
In the chatroom, discussions continued without realizing that the streamer was broadcasted on the other side of Blue Star.
Mo Xiaomo was probably at the highest point of a building ruin, draped in a randomly grabbed gray curtain, as Stalingrad’s July was starting to heat up, coupled with continuous bombings.
The air was filled with the scent of scorched earth and gunpowder.
Yesterday’s map wasn’t wrong; her location was indeed near the Central Station.
After consulting the map last night and the viewers’ explanations.
Mo Xiaomo understood that she was in the area connected by the two sections of Stalingrad, split by the Volga River, a vital transportation hub, no wonder yesterday’s battles were so fierce.
And today’s seemed no different.
Mo Xiaomo left the building and understood how intense it was here.
Stuka Dive Bombers continually attacked.
Bombarded the station, being forced, Mo Xiaomo draped herself with a gray curtain, lying on the ruins, stealthily sniping with her rifle amidst fierce exchanges.
Bang!
A shot fired.
On the far street, an Imperial Soldier’s neck spouted blood, instantly collapsing.
Mo Xiaomo chuckled:
"Hit again! That’s the third, still not noticed."
Though it’s the 18th bullet, it shot the third.
"You all say, am I awesome or not."
"Wearing the gray curtain, I’m the ultimate battlefield killer..."
The word ’killer’ wasn’t even out yet.
Mo Xiaomo suddenly had her neck strangled by an unknown material cord and immense strength, bulging her eyes, barely making a sound:
"Uh... uh..."
Crack!
The crisp sound of a bone fracture.
The screen darkened instantly, Mo Xiaomo hadn’t come to her senses:
"Am I gone?"
Clearly.... yes.
Mo Xiaomo grabbed her hair:
"Ahhh, didn’t even see what the Company Commander looked like."
"No way."
"Start another round, that guy probably hasn’t run far yet, I’ll see if I can randomly restart there."
"I’m so mad!!!"
Mo Xiaomo contemplated clicking [Battle of Stalingrad] to choose another start.
However...
The scene in front made her confused.
Heat waves carrying the scent of diesel and gunpowder swept the entire steel plant area.
In the distance, the giant chimneys spewing thick black smoke, surrounded by massive steel structures, and unending roars, this was the industrial war era, the roar of warfare machinery running full tilt.
Looking up, a feeling of insignificance consumed her.
A group of workers covered in grease, transporting parts, assembling components, various discussions and exchanges echoed.
The factory’s broadcast continuously echoed, a hoarse yet resolute voice emerged:
"The enemy has entered Stalingrad, but we must not retreat."
"Imperial ambitions will not prevail...."
In such an environment, one was immediately enveloped in resonance.
Mo Xiaomo got the chills:
"This...."
From Mo Xiaomo’s perspective, looking up at the steel factory, it also brought shock to the viewers in the live stream, it’s not that nobody streamed the ’Jelensky Tractor Factory,’ but Mo Xiaomo’s angle was too perfect.
A panoramic view, the atmosphere, paired with the noisy exchanges and broadcast.
Making people a bit disoriented, submerged.
Suddenly.
Someone behind pushed Mo Xiaomo, a female worker’s voice sounded:
"What are you dazing around for?"
"Hurry up and work."
Mo Xiaomo turned and looked.
And the young female worker already pushed a trolley full of parts towards the workshop.
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