Chapter 60: Thousands of fighter planes take off

At this time, in the "Battle of Britain" instance.

Since the Imperial bombing formation bombed London, the game has been retaliating by bombing each other's capitals, which has lasted for more than half a month.

In the player forum, players have roughly estimated.

As of now.

Just in the London urban area, more than 16 square kilometers of the urban area have been destroyed, and the losses suffered by other southern ports and industrial hubs are even more incalculable. The number of destroyed houses has reached more than 600,000.

The number of deaths due to bombing, summarized from players distributed in various parts of the Federation, has reached 100,000.

This kind of casualty is unimaginable in the eyes of Blue Star players.

No matter how cruel the ancient wars recorded in books are, they are just recorded numbers, without specific feelings.

And this "Battle of Britain" multiplayer online instance is completely different from the immersive story experienced before, and the "Normandy Landings" battle. This is the first perspective of Blue Star players, watching how the war escalated step by step.

From the initial bombing of ports, to industrial hubs, air raids continued.

Then to London being bombed, the situation escalated, both sides air-raided the capital, during this period, more than 600,000 houses were destroyed, and more than 100,000 people died.

Blue Star players also contributed a lot of death quotas, and those who were unlucky were bombed to death seven or eight times in less than a month.

Let Blue Star players really feel the cruelty of war.

Vaguely thinking about those war fanatics who were fooled to the end, if someone really launched a riot, would the scene here be the scene of the future Blue Star...

In the game.

London.

In the destroyed urban area.

The air is filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke, black smoke is burning in the buildings that have become ruins, and there are corpses lying on the ground everywhere, and no one is collecting the corpses at all.

A streamer who randomly got the doctor profession, carrying a broken medical box, bandaged a citizen, looked up at the people struggling to crawl out of the ruins, and couldn't help but sigh heavily:

"Brothers, can you feel the despair of having more and more wounded..."

"Can't save them, can't save them at all."

"Some are still queuing up and have already died, some died directly, and sometimes it took a lot of effort to bandage a hundred people, and the Imperial bomber flew over in the sky."

"In the blink of an eye, two or three thousand wounded were added, and the ground was full of charred corpses."

"It's really life-threatening."

"Fortunately, this is just a game. I dare not think about what the world would become if such a thing happened on our Blue Star."

Barrage floated by in the live stream room.

[Don't panic, you will die without any pain.]

[The one above is right, the reason why this game is so miserable is because technology is not developed, so many people can't live, and can't die, it looks very miserable.]

[According to our Blue Star's technology, the Federation can flatten the city with just a little bit of something, you will leave without any pain.]

[Yes, this is also the reason why the six major federations restrain each other.]

[If it were really like in this game, because London and Berlin were bombed, both sides were angry, I'm afraid it would be the end of the world for Blue Star.]

And at this time,

The streamer with the doctor identity looked at the next wounded person.

A middle-aged man dragged by three children, the middle-aged man's eyes were closed, his chest had no ups and downs, and his face, which had been smoked black, revealed a trace of paleness. The three children looked at the streamer with the doctor identity nervously:

"Doctor, can you save our dad?"

"He seems to be asleep, but he usually snores."

The streamer with the doctor identity took a deep breath:

"Drag him to the side first."

"Let your dad have a good sleep."

"Next."

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On the other side.

Imperial camp.

Air Force Base.

Accompanied by the angry roar of the commander.

Wei Ze walked out of the office, but the medals representing his military rank on his body had been torn off.

Walking out of the base building and towards the dormitory.

Countless pilots passed by, all revealing surprised expressions, not understanding why this squadron leader, who had just been promoted because of his technology, was suddenly dismissed, while the team members who knew the inside story were silent.

In the corner of the canteen.

The newcomer was confused, why the atmosphere of the team was a bit strange, looking at the dangling man Willie:

"Uh... Willie, why do I feel the atmosphere of the team is a bit wrong."

"And... this is the fifth time the captain has been criticized since I joined three days ago?"

"The captain hasn't executed

"I heard from others that the Squadron Leader is already very angry over there."

"Including you all, you're criticized every time for not dropping all your loaded ordnance. Why is that?"

"You are the hero squadron that bombed London; what on earth happened?"

Willy listened to the newcomer's words, remained silent for a long time, then held his head in his hands and tugged at his hair:

"Hmm... I don't know how to tell you."

"It's probably because we got lost and bombed London, and then... earned the title of heroes."

"But do you know what the price was?"

The newcomer was a bit confused and said:

"The consequences?"

"What kind of consequences could there be?"

Willy looked frustrated, his tone filled with remorse:

"It's probably that the Squadron Leader's parents and younger sister lost their lives in the Federation's revenge bombing."

"She was a very cute little girl."

"She would write to the Squadron Leader every week. The crooked handwriting looked especially cute, and every time she sent a letter, she would include lots of delicious snacks, generously letting the Squadron Leader share them with us..."

"Oh! No!!!"

Clang!

Willy slammed his fist onto the table in regret and annoyance, his face full of pain:

"What the hell did we do?!"

"Damn it!"

"I shouldn't have gotten lost that day!!!"

Looking at the pained Willy, the newcomer didn't know what to say.

How do you account for this? The damn war?

At this moment.

The whistle for an emergency assembly sounded, and a messenger ran into the canteen:

"Everyone, return to your posts immediately."

"Prepare to execute the bombing mission."

Orders do not give people time for pain, and they were issued as usual...

The Empire's large-scale mobilization of the air force this time gathered over 200 fighters and 600 bombers in a very short time. Such a scale also shocked the players watching the live stream.

Is the Empire going to destroy London at all costs?

The response from London was also very fast, quickly organizing a large number of fighters.

However, the number was only half that of the Empire.

The thousands of fighter planes from both sides had all taken off, flying toward a certain location.

This sudden scene in the game spread quickly, causing many players who were at work to secretly open the Tian Sha live stream on their phones, switching back and forth between the perspectives of streamers from both factions.

Watching the perspectives of both sides getting closer and closer...