Chapter 129

Shen Yan, whose screen had gone black, hadn't yet come back to his senses.

The text [3 seconds] appeared before his eyes.

From entering the scenario and charging a few steps, to the violent shout suddenly exploding, the screen instantly went black.

Facing the Republic's modern "Lu Bu," Shen Yan only survived for [3 seconds].

Originally, in previous scenario experiences, Shen Yan had followed this legendary warrior, learning and communicating, which had improved his hand-to-hand combat skills quite a bit, and he had followed him to kill who knows how many Japanese soldiers.

He had originally thought his hand-to-hand combat was up to standard.

But only now, truly facing this Republic "Lu Bu," did he know how big the gap was.

The knife thrust by a giant over 1.9 meters tall was far from what a 1.6-meter Japanese soldier could compare to.

Just blocking that moment, Shen Yan only felt like he had been hit by a car, and the rifle in his hand almost slipped away, but even that was under the condition of not having reacted, being struck by a huge force.

His whole body was picked up and thrown away.

You have to know that Shen Yan was 1.8 meters tall, and with his muscles from years of training, he weighed at least 170 pounds.

But he was just picked up and thrown away like that... it directly made Shen Yan doubt his life.

If Zhao Ming knew Shen Yan's thoughts, he would definitely laugh out loud.

This is just the beginning?

If he let Shen Yan play a Japanese soldier in the Quebao, who was firing a machine gun, only to be dragged out of the bunker by this man along with the machine gun and slashed, maybe he would know what a "Taihang Mountain Giant Spirit God" was.

The Republic's modern "Lu Bu" is really no joke.

The dark screen had just displayed the [3 seconds] text.

The next instant.

Swish!

The screen before his eyes suddenly lit up, the Japanese soldiers' wailing sounded behind him again, and a violent shout suddenly came from the front:

"Kill—!!!"

Shen Yan's scalp went numb instantly:

"Again?!"

"Infinite respawn???"

This thought flashed through his mind, but there was no time to think!

Shen Yan's charge couldn't stop, so he could only keep running, while raising his rifle horizontally to block.

Clang!

The moment he blocked, Shen Yan groaned, then pushed hard to the left, wanting to throw off the bayonet of the person in front of him, and under inertia.

The bayonet slashing at Shen Yan's rifle did indeed veer to the left.

Shen Yan rolled to the right at the same time, wanting to get away.

But just as he rolled to the right, the sound of a blade cutting through the air followed closely behind.

Pfft—!!!

Shen Yan had just rolled halfway to dodge when his movement was abruptly stopped, and the slashing bayonet was stuck into the ground.

Crack!

His head suddenly suffered an impact, and the screen instantly went black.

[4.7 seconds]

Shen Yan, who hadn't yet come back to his senses.

Had no time to rest, or even reflect.

!

The screen lit up again, and the violent shout came the next instant.

This time Shen Yan learned his lesson, stopping his steps the moment he entered the scenario, wanting to let the Japanese soldiers behind him block in front.

But Zhao Ming had designed a thirty-meter distance, and the target was other Republic soldiers.

Shen Yan stopped his steps.

But the Japanese soldiers behind him rushed to both sides, not rushing over to block in front as he had expected, but the Republic "Lu Bu" not far in front had already killed him in three steps.

Shen Yan's spirit was stretched to the limit, and he raised his rifle.

I don't know if it was because of acceleration and inertia this time.

The rifle that could still block just now actually snapped inexplicably under the huge force, and then the silver light fell on the top of Shen Yan's head and slid downward.

Crack!

The sound of a skull cracking.

It went black again... [4.3 seconds].

The screen lit up again.

Being killed several times in a row, Shen Yan also accumulated some anger in his heart. The moment the screen lit up, he forced himself to calm down, and the violent shout from the opposite side sounded again.

Shen Yan's movements were not slow, immediately side-stepping to prepare to dodge, while the bayonet in his hand also began to build up strength.

A familiar blade light slashed from the front. Shen Yan dodged it directly because he had side-stepped in advance, but the bayonet in his hand didn't have time to exert force, and the slashing bayonet suddenly stopped, then turned and slashed horizontally!

Shen Yan only felt his hair stand on end.

A feint?

It went black again... [4.3 seconds].

Zhao Ming (I'm a...)

Prediction is useless... the scenario characters aren't dead.

Just a few minutes.

Counting the settlement, the charge, and an average of eight or nine deaths per minute.

Shen Yan and these people from the First Special Battalion were being crushed.

The record of dying dozens of times in one night was brushed past by Shen Yan and the others in just a few minutes.

After being crushed for only five minutes.

Shen Yan was numb. Although he successfully managed to go from being killed in two moves to being killed in five moves, this way of brushing was a bit ridiculous.

He wanted to find out how others were doing, so he took a look at the moment of death and restart.

It turned out that others were also training.

He was a Mobile Corps Commander, after all, he couldn't be worse than his own soldiers. Shen Yan gritted his teeth and started to hold on, constantly training hand-to-hand combat against the Republic's "Lu Bu."

And his subordinates Liu Feng, Fang Hui, and others... clearly thought the same.

Their leader was training, how embarrassing would it be if they quit?

And the First Special Battalion soldiers below didn't even need to be mentioned; their squad leader was still training, if they quit, wouldn't they be promoted?

No one dared to take the title of the first to quit.

Under such an "atmosphere."

Shen Yan led the First Special Battalion to train for three whole hours.

It was only when Zhao Ming noticed something wrong and popped them out from the backend that they stopped, otherwise they would have been beaten silly.

Zhao Ming flipped through the backend data records:

"These people are a bit silly..."

Training for over three hours, the progress in the first hour was the fastest; Shen Yan and Liu Feng both persisted for 20 seconds.

But as the number of deaths was too high, the effect gradually declined, and they slowly became mentally dazed.

From 20 seconds, they were beaten back to 10-plus seconds, until the third hour, when they were killed in seconds again.

Zhao Ming had a strange expression; strictly speaking, it was his problem.

It was ill-considered.

This intensity should have had a time limit.

But did no one among these guys want to quit?

But looking at the backend data.

Basically, every time they started, someone wanted to quit, but they never pressed the quit button...

Dying for three hours at this intensity, looking at hundreds of restart records.

That's also impressive.

This instance is definitely hell difficulty, the main thing is that the buffs are stacked to the max.

The hand-to-hand combat in the [Central Station Battle] is mainly about the two sides suddenly meeting in a corridor or room, and then wanting to kill the other side.

This kind of sudden burst of killing intent definitely can't compare to the [Battle of Xiajin].

First of all, in the scenario, Zhao Ming had the Northern Army take on the identity of Japanese soldiers, so the Japanese soldiers charging at the front were the targets of the Republic's "Lu Bu."

Compared to the sudden contact in a room corridor,

Being the target of the Republic's "Lu Bu's" national hatred and family vengeance, these buffs stacked together, staring at the seconds as he leaped out to kill.

The battle between the Blue Star soldiers and the Republic's "Lu Bu," whose killing intent had been brewed to the extreme.

The intensity can be imagined.

But the progress was also rapid.

Being able to hold out for 20 seconds was already very strong. Zhao Ming lowered the instance threshold by half; holding out for one minute was enough.

At the same time, he added a time limit.

From the effect, the first 40 minutes were the fastest in terms of progress.

Later, there would be mental fatigue.

This way, hand-to-hand combat could be trained to the maximum extent.

With the intensity of the [Central Station Battle], ammunition was basically gone in the first hour, and the hand-to-hand combat ability trained in the [Battle of Xiajin] could play a big role.

After all, no matter how strong those Imperial soldiers were, they weren't as strong as the Republic's "Lu Bu" that Shen Yan and the others faced; that was recognized by the entire army.

After adjusting the single-player scenario mode of the [Battle of Xiajin].

Zhao Ming switched back to the game's backend big data, which showed the growth of players from major federations.

The peak at the end of the "Anti-War Competition" was 50 million global players. With the promotion during this period, the total number of players in the game had grown to 73 million.

Among them, the Antarctic Star Federation and the Golden Moon Federation, which had agents, grew the fastest.

The Golden Moon Federation grew because many people followed the Golden Moon Federation's eldest prince into the game.

And the Antarctic Star Federation grew because of a pair of father-son streamers.

Originally, the streamer wanted to take his father to play, but the father became completely immersed, following the workers in the [Dzerzhinsky Tractor Factory] to manufacture tanks, attracting a large number of viewers.

Then he fell into the demonic mechanical manufacturing and couldn't come back.

For a time, combined with the tank manufacturing factory and mechanical sounds, a retro style began to spread and become popular in the Antarctic Star.

Polar Star's "tank" and "armor" type retro mechanical peripherals were all sold out.

Shen Qinghan was contacting the foundry to step up production.

Zhao Ming found the streaming platform in the Antarctic Star and registered an account to enter the platform.

At this time.

Source Star Streaming Platform.

In Theodore's stream, as soon as he entered the stream.

The clanging sound of hammering came, and what came into view was red-hot steel gradually taking shape under the constant hammering of workers.

The stream's perspective would move from time to time.

One moment to the assembly workshop, the next to the smelting workshop, a retro sense of the era came rushing toward him.

These scenes hadn't even been seen by many old people in the Federation.

Because the industrial era was surpassed within the first hundred years of the meteor shower, at this time, Blue Star was full of new energy and technological manufacturing; where had they seen such a retro industrial style?

At this time, everything in the game was novel to Blue Star netizens.

Zhao Ming looked at the barrage and also discovered this point.

Thoughtful.

Come to think of it, most Blue Star games now are about stacking data, gorgeous mechs, divine beasts, and so on. This kind of retro-style game seems not to have appeared for many years, and it's so realistic.

It's just that this retro industrial style is only attached to "World War II: Rise of the Empire."

After all, things compiled by photonic supercomputers can't possibly be as attractive as history that actually happened.

This is also why the "industrial style" of the WWII era is popular in the Antarctic Star Federation.

Because Blue Star's industrial history was short to begin with, no one cared about that industrial history, and it just so happened that this industry, this atmosphere, because of the father-son duo's program effect, instantly became popular in the Antarctic Star Federation.

As a federation that already likes armor, this primitive and wild industry brought a lot of novelty.

Looking at it this way, for Blue Star, which lacks history.

History-based games are more promising.

Zhao Ming pondered, while Theodore in the stream was feeling a bit emotional.

Standing in front of a furnace full of molten iron, watching the red molten iron pour down, Theodore sighed and said:

"Damn it."

"I thought I would never like machinery in my life."

"I didn't expect to be used to it now."

His ears were full of noisy clanging sounds, which was the sound he hated most when he was a child, because many times his father, who already got off work late, wouldn't sleep when he got home, only focusing on tinkering with machinery.

It made him unable to sleep, so their relationship had never been very good.

It wasn't until he grew up and became sensible that he understood his father a little.

But he still hated machinery.

It's just that he didn't expect this game to make him fall in love with this place, fall in love with machinery.

Seeing his father, who had nothing to do after retirement, regain his youth in the game, Theodore was also happy.

Of course... this was just self-indulgence.

"Theodore! Theodore!"

His father's familiar voice sounded, and Theodore's inner self-indulgence instantly vanished.

He even had a headache and ran over quickly:

"Dad, how many times have I told you, you..."

Before he could finish.

He saw his old man's movement that seemed to be about to start, and Theodore quickly dodged:

"Fine, fine, fine, you say, what's the matter?"

He was old and more stubborn.

Theodore complained inwardly.

Theodore's dad ordered him:

"Go call the other engineers, I've modified this tank again."

Theodore looked helpless and quickly said:

"Okay."

It's just that his identity is a soldier.

But there was no other way, he had to use his status, so Theodore ran to call the other engineers.

At the same time, he was showing off in the stream.

During this time, his old man had been repairing and modifying the tank details in the factory.

While ensuring production, the tank's performance had also improved a lot, and these improvements were all because of the details his old man modified; the level of a senior armor repairman is indeed not just talk.

The [Dzerzhinsky Tractor Factory] in this [Battle of Stalingrad] instance had a higher production capacity than other instances.

However, Zhao Ming didn't intervene.

Because these changes wouldn't affect the overall battle situation.

On the other side.

In Mo Xiaomo's stream.

Also in the huge mechanical workshop of this factory.

Hearing that uncle calling Theodore, Mo Xiaomo looked over subconsciously, and the viewers in the stream also became interested.

Following the figure that came into view, watching the uncle's movement of raising his leg to kick, and the "Theodore" who ran away, the stream went crazy with laughter.

[This guy restarted again?]

[What number is this? 5 times?]

[More than that, I've been here for so long, this guy called 'Theodore' has started 7 times.]

[That's a streamer from another federation, if you're interested you can watch, he just got popular these past few days.]

[I was wondering why it was so entertaining, turns out he's a streamer too.]

[But he should be a newbie, hahahahaha.]

[Indeed, this guy feels like he hasn't even figured out how to play the game.]

Mo Xiaomo also noticed the barrage and only then realized that the person was also a streamer.

But although curious, she didn't care.

Mo Xiaomo watched the machine tool in front of her run while pulling up the "Real-time Map" in the stream.

The current battle situation was still unclear.

The Axis powers' offensive momentum hadn't weakened in the slightest, although the offensive toward Moscow had been beaten back, Mo Xiaomo searched for the stream in Moscow.

The Empire was still attacking, but it had also turned into a tug-of-war.

Both sides were fighting with consumption.

And Stalingrad at this time was like "Moscow" at the end of last year.

Plunged into the Empire's crazy offensive.

Thousands of planes bombed non-stop every day, and the tractor factory where she was located was a key target; every day she would see workshops destroyed by bombing.

But they would soon be repaired, and if they couldn't be repaired, they would move out what could be used and continue working.

This kind of resilience was unimaginable to Blue Star netizens.

It was also the reason why many people were attracted to watch.

The Empire's offensive was crazy.

And Leningrad was in a weirdly quiet siege.

Although there were Imperial troops attacking from time to time.

But due to the environment, they hadn't broken through, and Mo Xiaomo searched for the Leningrad stream; the most popular one was Duan Yu's stream, because this guy's survival challenge had reached [267 days/100 days].

Far exceeding the originally set goal.

And the environment of Leningrad was also obvious to all; although some streamers wanted to imitate, basically none lasted more than 10

days. Duan Yu's stream was unique in the Leningrad area.

Mo Xiaomo didn't go into Duan Yu's stream to watch, mainly because of the shadow left last time.

Looking at the entire front line between the Empire and the Soviet Union,

It had been in a stalemate for more than half a year. If they couldn't break through Stalingrad, Blue Star netizens could already foresee what would happen next.

Such consumption was something the Empire couldn't afford.

You have to know that they all watched the Empire fight to such a large area, and the original national territory wasn't much larger than Poland.

The Soviet Union lost a million, then another million, then another million... they could still pull out a million Far East reserves, but the Empire's own people were only so many. If millions died.

Could they count on the people and armies of France, Poland, and other places under their control to fight for the Empire?

Perhaps that was the reason.

So the Empire's offensive toward Stalingrad was unusually fierce.

The degree of cruelty made Blue Star players call it unbearable.

Mo Xiaomo looked at other battlefields. On the [North African Battlefield], the Empire was gathering troops, and the famous general Rommel in the Hall of Fame seemed to be preparing for a big battle with the British Federation.

On the [Pacific Battlefield], Japan was unable to launch revenge against the American Freedom Federation because it had lost two large naval battles in a row.

And the American Freedom Federation was constantly gathering troops, seemingly preparing to launch another naval battle to attack Japan.

Looking at the current time point, it had already entered early August.

But it was impossible to see the winner between the two sides.

[European Battlefield] Stalemate.

[North African Battlefield] Empire gathering troops to prepare to attack the British Federation and its affiliated forces.

[Pacific Battlefield] American Freedom Federation gathering troops to prepare to attack islands occupied by Japan.

These three battlefields.

It felt like whichever battlefield produced a result would affect the entire world's battle situation.

Mo Xiaomo watched for a while, turned off the "Real-time Map," and her gaze returned to the game, moving the parts made on the machine tool in front of her.

Suddenly.

The "death whistle" of the Stuka suddenly sounded in the sky.

And it sounded continuously.

Clearly, another Stuka bombing formation was coming. The air raid alarm sounded in the factory, and Mo Xiaomo acted quickly.

The workers, who had practiced and fought countless times, cooperated tacitly.

Semi-finished parts were quickly piled together, covered with sandbags, and the drawings and documents in the engineers' hands were placed behind the iron cabinets buried under each machine tool.

One by one, camouflaged "fake" tanks were pushed out to confuse the Stuka bombers in the sky.

Mo Xiaomo also hid in a corner of the bunker after hiding the parts nearby.

Through the broken glass, the "death whistle" grew louder, stimulating everyone's nerves, and then a series of small black dots fell.

Boom boom boom boom—!

In the factory area, besides the camouflaged "fake" tanks being bombed.

Some buildings and the factory's large chimneys were also subjected to dive bombing. The shock wave from the explosion spread, and the glass that hadn't had much left shattered into residue again.

At this time, the factory's counterattack also began.

As the diving Stukas swept past, soldiers defending various parts of the factory operated anti-aircraft guns to strafe the Stuka bombers.

The Stuka's "death whistle" circled over the [Dzerzhinsky Tractor Factory], engaging with the ground anti-aircraft forces. The battle lasted less than 20 minutes before the Stuka's whistle departed.

Mo Xiaomo stood up from the bunker.

At this time, thick smoke was rising from all over the factory, and one workshop didn't know if it was fuel or something else that had been bombed, with flames shooting up dozens of meters high. Some workers took shovels and rushed there.

And the other workers didn't slack off in the slightest, immediately taking action.

Working non-stop, manufacturing tanks.

This collective atmosphere was also what attracted Blue Star netizens the most.

Mo Xiaomo's workshop wasn't damaged, so she joined the production directly. However, when pushing the parts out, Mo Xiaomo discovered the corpse of the streamer called "Theodore"...

This guy was truly a bit unlucky.

He was hit on the head by a piece of iron ejected behind the bunker... and smashed to death.

Mo Xiaomo smacked her lips, then pushed a cart of parts and left quickly.

Someone would collect the corpse.

On the other side.

In Theodore's stream.

Theodore leaned on his chair, speechless. His old man beside him was cursing the Empire, completely immersed in it. The viewers in Theodore's stream all laughed out loud hearing the old man's angry curses.

Zhao Ming, who was watching in the stream, also felt it was interesting.

And Theodore was used to it, so after complaining, he started again.

As the stream screen flashed.

Theodore was a bit surprised, because the start wasn't the tractor factory anymore.

But a Soviet Union unit that was on the move.

However, Theodore wasn't surprised, after all, he had started nearly 10 times, and two or three times he hadn't started at the tractor factory.

He was just about to leave the moving unit and go to the tractor factory.

As soon as he went out, he was pulled back by a big hand and scolded:

"Where are you going?"

"Keep up!"

"Target: Central Station."

"Quick!!!"

Theodore was pulled back and forced to follow the unit, so he helplessly said to the stream:

"No choice, have to go to the central station first."

"Let's start the tractor factory next time."

But Zhao Ming, who was watching in the stream, checked the time.

It was already August 2nd in the game.

The tractor factory was the focus of July, and it wouldn't be available in August... experience the early central station battle then.

Theodore, who was completely unaware, followed the unit and rushed toward the central station.