Chapter 105

After looking at the plot time in the game, there is still more than a month before it happens.

It's just that because the American Freedom Federation is not participating in this war, and the Asian battlefield is not open, so whether it is the Federation faction or the Empire faction.

It is impossible for players to trigger the task of unlocking the [Pacific Battlefield].

Zhao Ming opened the system's [Earth Database] and exchanged a few pieces of information and video CGs of [Attack on Pearl Harbor], preparing to make them into an updated data pack.

Through official website updates and CG data releases, unlock the [Pacific Battlefield], this book is first published on TianTianKanXiaoShuo ->𝘁𝘁𝗸𝘀.𝘁𝘄, providing you with an error-free chapter, non-disordered chapter reading experience

After inputting the data to the AI, let it call the photon supercomputing cluster to deduce it itself.

Not only is the [Pacific Battlefield] about to be unlocked.

The timeline in the game is also about to reach the time of [Red Square Parade], Zhao Ming opened the battlefield range again, and after [Red Square Parade].

It will no longer be a simple confrontation between Blue Star players; after all, the Defense of Moscow is so tragic, so they must let Blue Star players experience it.

Confronting each other is just to let them familiarize themselves with the process of commanding the battle; it should be about enough now, just waiting for the opening during [Red Square Parade].

After all, emotional value should still be fished.

A few days later in the game.

Sky Shark Live, game section.

[Live streaming Red Square Parade! Come quickly!!!]

Live rooms with this title appeared scattered in many places, and many friends thought it was a head, but it was just squeezing a position in Moscow's Red Square.

However, after clicking in, they found that these streamers were actually in the parade team?!

The barrage in the live room was full of question marks.

[???]

[How did the streamer do it? Teach me quickly!]

[Awesome, this is also possible?]

[Is the streamer in the militia phalanx?]

[No, why is this start different from ours?]

In the live room, streamer Xu Jie looked at the barrage and explained:

"The battlefields opened by this game are all synchronized with the timeline."

"So now the time has reached [Red Square Parade] here, my start here is completely random, there is no method."

"Those who haven't started can try."

"Come in and see if you can randomly get into the parade team."

Saying that, Xu Jie turned his head to look around and said to the live room:

"I am in the militia phalanx here."

"That's right, it's the phalanx that assists regular troops and charges with Molotov cocktails."

"Currently, I just received the news and was temporarily summoned."

"The official parade time should be tomorrow."

"That is, November 7th."

"This phalanx only gave a photo in the previous CG data, and there was no ending with a specific process."

"I think I should be able to see with everyone this time how this team fought to the end."

Once this was said, it caused quite a stir.

The screen of the [Red Square Parade] CG was still fresh in the memory of Blue Star players, but at the very end, Polar Star only left a photo and a number [Survival: 0 people].

It didn't give a complete ending, only knowing that everyone sacrificed.

Now that there are streamers randomly in these phalanxes, it seems they can see the ending of these troops; for a time, many friends started searching everywhere.

Found the live rooms of other student phalanxes, tank phalanxes, etc.

For a time.

The popularity of these live rooms continued to climb; although the sessions of each live room were different, the progress in the game was the same, all equivalent to watching from different angles.

At this time, the [Red Square Parade] hadn't started yet, just summoned.

However, it was certain that the parade would be tomorrow.

Xu Jie stood in the team, listening to the phalanx officer in front explaining various things, tomorrow's entry time and combat mission.

Not long after.

As they were dismissed, everyone could also rest for a while, preparing for tomorrow's parade.

Many workers and students in the team just returned to the house and didn't intend to go out.

And Xu Jie walked out of the courtyard and walked to the streets of Moscow; at this time, the city was a bit desolate, looking quite peaceful.

However... the Empire's troops had already arrived on the outskirts of Moscow.

After strolling for a while.

Xu Jie found that the pedestrians on the road were all in a hurry, revealing a bit of depression.

Standing in place, Xu Jie didn't know where to go, so he asked the friends in the live room:

"Brothers, has anyone here restarted to Moscow before?"

"What is there..."

Suddenly.

His gaze was attracted by a figure in the distance.

Across the road, a Soviet girl wearing thick military uniform was walking quickly towards a photo studio, while behind her was a man in his fifties or sixties shouting:

"Anna! Anna!!!"

However, the girl didn't pay any attention and walked straight into the photo studio.

That Soviet uncle looked like he had some problems with his legs and feet, and also followed quickly. Xu Jie stood in place and clicked his tongue:

"I feel like there's a story here?"

"Should I go ask in a while?"

The Blue Star friends in the live room agreed, and some felt it was boring.

[You can ask, I think there's a story too.]

[What story can this have, it must be that the girl wants to join the army and her father won't let her.]

[It's not wrong to not let her go, who wants their child to go die?]

[Sigh... poor parents' hearts.]

[If it were my daughter, I wouldn't want her to go die either.]

[I've seen this kind of plot too much, nothing to see, streamer, just stroll around Moscow, maybe it'll be bombed away in a few days.]

[Not necessarily, all the plots in this game are different, what if it's a hidden plot?]

Xu Jie looked at the barrage and thought for a moment:

"Wait a while."

"Anyway, I have nowhere to go, just happen to go take a photo."

After speaking, he thought of something, touched his pocket, and breathed a sigh of relief:

"Fortunately, I have money."

"Almost couldn't go."

Saying that, he also walked towards the photo studio. Just as he pulled open the door of the photo studio, he heard a Soviet uncle's angry voice coming from inside:

"You are a woman!"

However, a cold female voice came:

"I have graduated as a field nurse."

The Soviet uncle's voice sounded again:

"But you are my only one."

The cold female voice was silent for a moment, then sounded:

"This is war, Dad."

The short conversation had already made Xu Jie and the friends in the live room roughly understand the ins and outs.

Xu Jie walked into the room lightly, the photographer behind the camera nodded at him, and then looked at the father and daughter.

This time the father didn't say anything more, just stood beside his daughter.

"Click!"

A photo was taken, then the girl named Anna walked outside, and the silent father also followed out.

After the two left, Xu Jie was a bit confused:

"They... just left like that?"

Didn't see them pay, didn't see them leave an address, they both came in one after another, does this photographer know them?

The photographer in the photo studio said:

"That girl didn't intend to come back alive, her husband died on the battlefield, so..."

The photographer sighed and then pointed to a photo on the wall:

"That's it."

Xu Jie turned his head upon hearing this, took a look, and fell silent.

I saw that the young man in the photo, although not tall, was in military uniform, his eyes firm, and the girl beside him didn't look like the one in the military uniform just now.

Instead, she was wearing a summer dress, standing beside the young man; the time of the photo didn't match the current climate in Moscow, it should have been two months ago.

Xu Jie didn't know what to say either, so he said:

"How was the death confirmed?"

"State notification?"

The photographer shook his head and said:

"In the current Soviet Union, where is there any energy to count who died and who didn't?"

"The unit her husband was in was completely annihilated."

Saying that, the photographer adjusted the camera and said after debugging:

"Okay, stand in front of the lens."

Xu Jie nodded and walked to the position where the girl and her father had just taken the photo, suddenly remembering something, touched his pocket and said:

"How much for one?"

"I don't know if it's enough."

The photographer looked at Xu Jie, in military uniform:

"Which unit are you a soldier in?"

Xu Jie said:

"Hmm... militia phalanx, I can't say which one either."

The photographer nodded:

"Participating in the parade tomorrow, huh."

"Then give it to me when you come back."

Xu Jie opened his mouth:

"That might not have time, because after it ends..."

The photographer said:

"That's why I said, give it to me when you come back."

"After all, I can't wash the photo now, it takes time."

"So I have to wait until you come back to get it, then I can give you the photo."

"You can give me the money then."

Saying that, he pointed to the photos on the wall:

"These are all."

"They couldn't come to get the photos after taking them, so they could only be temporarily stored with me."

Xu Jie nodded and said with a smile:

"So that's how it is."

"Then thank you."

Saying that, he stood there, and the photographer directed:

"Lean left a bit, right."

"Show a little smile on your face."

"Good, just like that."

Click!

A sound of taking a photo rang out, and the photographer looked up and said:

"Very good smile, I think it should be hung in the very center when washed out."

Xu Jie's expression was strange:

"That would be a bit strange, right?"

"Just hang it on the side."

The photographer said with a smile:

"Okay, respect your opinion."

Xu Jie walked to the photo wall, looked at the photos all over the wall, turned and asked:

"Can you introduce them to me?"

"These..."

The photographer nodded upon seeing this:

"Of course."

"Finally someone to share with, these photos have many stories, it's killing me."

"Look at this one."

The photographer pointed to a wedding photo.

It's just that the background in the photo wasn't very good, but a photo of sandbags stacked up, with a bunch of refugees looking at the lens carefully around.

The bride in the photo held flowers, and the groom beside her was wearing a brand-new military uniform.

"This is a wedding in an air-raid shelter, I was the photographer for their wedding at the time, the wedding was originally proceeding normally,"

"because of the Empire's attack, everyone was forced to hide in the air-raid shelter."

"The day after the photo was taken, the groom went to the battlefield, and there was no news later."

Xu Jie nodded:

"What about the bride?"

"Didn't come to get the photo, did she also go to the battlefield?"

The photographer shook his head and sighed:

"The bride was bombed to death by the Empire's air raid a week after the wedding."

Xu Jie felt a tightness in his chest, and the Blue Star friends in the live room also felt as if something was pinching their hearts.

The photographer looked at another one beside it.

In the photo was a soldier taking a group photo with his family, the father beside him was wearing a military uniform from the Tsarist period, the mother beside him was holding an urn covered with a Party flag.

The photographer introduced that it was the soldier's brother who died in battle, and the little girl who wasn't as tall as the adults' legs beside him was holding a wooden gun towards the lens...

Unfortunately, less than a few hours after this photo was taken.

The unit the soldier in the photo was in was destroyed by the Empire on the outskirts of Moscow, and this family also didn't know where they went.

Introducing them one by one, the photographer was telling the stories in his heart, while the Blue Star netizens were feeling the tremor brought by patriotism.

It seemed that he hadn't communicated well with others for a long time, the photographer was tireless in telling, and Xu Jie and the Blue Star friends in the live room were also immersed in it, listening to the stories behind those photos.

Outside.

Night had fallen.

Heavy snow began to fall in the sky over Moscow at some point, the spires of the Kremlin were gradually dyed white, and the whole city was completely silent, all preparing for tomorrow's parade.