Chapter 108: The photo studio on the eve of the [Red Square Parade] (3.4k)

Looking at the game plot time, there was still more than a month before it happened.

It's just that because the American Freedom Federation was not participating in this war, and the Asian battlefield had not been opened, so whether it was the Federation camp or the Empire camp.

It was impossible for players to trigger the task to unlock the 【Pacific Battlefield】.

Zhao Ming opened the system's 【Earth Database】 and exchanged a few pieces of data and film CGs for 【Surprise Attack on Pearl Harbor】, preparing to make them into update data packs.

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After inputting the data to the AI, let it call out the photon supercomputer cluster for deduction.

It wasn't just the 【Pacific Battlefield】 that was about to be unlocked.

The timeline in the game was also reaching the time of the 【Red Square Parade】; Zhao Ming opened the battlefield range a bit more, and after the 【Red Square Parade】.

It would no longer be a simple confrontation between Blue Star players; after all, the Battle of Moscow was so tragic, so they had to let Blue Star players experience it.

Mutual confrontation was just to let them familiarize themselves with the process of commanding battles; now it was about enough, just waiting for the 【Red Square Parade】 to open.

After all, emotional value should still be fished.

A few days later in the game.

Sky Shark Live, Game Section.

【Live streaming the Red Square Parade! Come quickly!!!】

Stream rooms with such titles appeared scattered everywhere; many viewers thought it was a gimmick, just squeezing into a position in Moscow's Red Square.

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

The bullet screen in the stream room was full of question marks.

【???】

【How did the streamer do it? Teach me quickly!】

【Six, this is also possible?】

【Is the streamer in the militia phalanx?】

【No, why is the start different from ours?】

In the stream room, streamer Xu Jie looked at the bullet screen and explained:

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

"So now the time has reached 【Red Square Parade】, and 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."

As he spoke, Xu Jie turned his head to look around and said to the stream room:

"I'm 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 had one photo in the previous CG data, and there was no specific ending process."

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

This remark 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 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 were streamers randomly getting into these phalanxes, it seemed they could see the ending of these troops; for a time, many viewers started searching everywhere.

Finding the stream rooms of other student phalanxes, tank phalanxes, etc.

For a time.

The popularity of these stream rooms continued to rise; although the session of each stream room was different, the progress in the game was the same, which was equivalent to watching from different angles.

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

But what was certain was that the parade was tomorrow.

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

Not long after.

Following the dismissal, 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 arrived in the suburbs of Moscow.

Wandered for a while.

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

Standing in place, Xu Jie didn't know where to go, so he asked the viewers in the stream:

"Brothers, has anyone restarted to Moscow before?"

"Is there anything here..."

Suddenly.

His gaze was attracted by a figure in the distance.

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

"Anna! Anna!!!"

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

The Soviet uncle looked like he had some problems with his legs, but he also followed quickly; Xu Jie stood in place and smacked his lips:

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

"Should I go ask in a while?"

The Blue Star viewers in the stream room had some agreeing, some feeling bored.

【Can ask, I feel 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 a problem not to let her go, who hopes their child will go to die?】

【Sigh... poor parents in the world.】

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

【This kind of plot is seen too much, nothing to watch, streamer should just wander around Moscow, maybe it will be bombed away in a few days.】

【Not necessarily, all plots in this game are different, what if it's a hidden plot?】

Xu Jie looked at the bullet screen and thought for a moment:

"Wait a bit."

"Anyway, there's 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 toward the photo studio; just as he pulled open the door of the photo studio, he heard an angry voice of a Soviet uncle inside:

"You are a woman!"

However, a cold female voice came:

"I 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 brief conversation already made Xu Jie and the viewers in the stream roughly understand the ins and outs.

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

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

"Click!"

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

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; could it be that the photographer knew 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, then pointed to a photo on the wall:

"That's it."

Xu Jie turned his head to look, took a look, and fell silent.

I saw that the young man in the photo, although not tall, was in a military uniform, his eyes firm; the girl beside him didn't have the military uniform look she had just now.

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

Xu Jie didn't know what to say, 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 energy to count who died and who didn't?"

"The unit her husband was in was completely wiped out."

As he spoke, the photographer was adjusting the camera; after adjusting, he said:

"Alright, stand in front of the lens."

Xu Jie nodded, walked to the position where the girl and father had just taken the photo, and suddenly remembered 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 a military uniform:

"Which unit are you a soldier in?"

Xu Jie spoke up and said:

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

The photographer nodded:

"Participating in the parade tomorrow, right."

"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 take it."

"You can give me the money then."

As he spoke, he pointed to the photos on the wall:

"These are all."

"They couldn't take them after taking them, so they could only temporarily register with me."

Xu Jie nodded and said with a smile:

"So that's how it is."

"Then thanks."

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

"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 raised his head and said:

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

Xu Jie's expression was strange:

"That would be a bit strange, right?"

"Better hang it on the side."

The photographer said with a smile:

"Alright, respect your opinion."

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

"Can you introduce them to me?"

"These..."

The photographer nodded upon seeing this:

"Of course."

"Finally someone to share; 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 piled up, with a bunch of refugees looking at the lens carefully.

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

"This is a wedding in an air-raid shelter; I was their wedding photographer 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 afterward."

Xu Jie nodded:

"What about the bride?"

"Didn't come to take the photo, did she go to the battlefield too?"

The photographer nodded and sighed:

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

Xu Jie couldn't help but feel a tightness, and the Blue Star viewers in the stream also felt something pinching their hearts.

The photographer looked at another one beside him.

In the photo was a group photo of a soldier and his family; the father beside him was wearing a military uniform from the Tsarist period, and 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 hadn't reached the height of the adults' legs beside him was pointing a wooden gun at 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 in the suburbs of Moscow, and the whereabouts of this family were unknown.

Introducing one by one, the photographer was telling the stories in his heart, while the Blue Star netizens were feeling the trembling brought by the patriotic feelings.

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

Outside.

Night had fallen.

On the sky of Moscow, heavy snow started to drift down at some point, the spires of the Kremlin were gradually dyed white, and the entire city was completely silent, all preparing for tomorrow's parade. ===== CHAPTER 109 =====