Chapter 131: 【Single-player Xia Jin Battle】 Shen Yan, who was messed with by Zhao Ming (6.2k Combined Chapter)

The 'death whistle' brought by the Stuka dive echoed over Stalingrad.

However, Shen Yan and others were also very familiar with this sharp whistle. The louder the sound, the less likely it was to be bombed, because the trajectory of the Stuka after diving is fixed, so there is no need to worry.

Shen Yan led the people of the 1st Special Battalion to quickly hide in the surrounding ruins.

The Stuka formation in the sky swept over the sky on the left side of the crowd, rushed toward the 'Central Railway Station' ahead, and dense small black dots followed closely.

The station, which could hardly be seen as a building, was covered by explosions.

After the Stuka went away, Shen Yan and others came out from the hiding place. A fierce shooting sound suddenly erupted from the 'Central Railway Station' bombed in the distance. Shen Yan was a bit surprised:

"Still people?"

Looking from a distance, you could only see the building that was bombed to only steel skeletons, and some station walls standing. Didn't expect that even so, there were still people hiding inside.

Shen Yan immediately ordered each company to disperse and surround the station from different directions.

Bang—!!

Everyone subconsciously lowered their heads. The bullet flew past the side of Shen Yan's head. Liu Feng next to him reacted instantly, raised his gun to find the direction of the sound, and pulled the trigger the next second.

Bang!

Another shot was fired, and the Imperial sniper on the opposite side had already disappeared.

Liu Feng sent a squad to track.

At this time, everyone also became solemn. Not only were there people in the station, but there were also snipers hiding somewhere in the ruins. The difficulty of this instance was beyond doubt.

And the gunfire outside also exposed the approach of the crowd.

Just as they accelerated to surround the Central Railway Station, the Imperial troops inside the station also divided a part of their forces to guard the key points, but they couldn't withstand the soldiers of Shen Yan's side, whose sniping ability was superb.

After a stalemate for a while, all the Imperial soldiers who stuck their heads out were killed.

Each company of the 1st Special Battalion quickly rushed in.

Inside the station.

Boom—!!!

A grenade exploded, and the dust in the sky mixed with the blood of the Imperial soldiers scattered.

In an instant.

Dust filled the entire corridor. Shen Yan made a gesture, and the special operations soldiers behind him quickly disappeared into the dust, heading toward the corridor. Immediately after, a series of fierce gunfire rang out.

In the narrow and long corridor, the Imperial soldiers who were caught off guard were quickly wiped out by the special operations battalion.

Shen Yan led people to use this as a base to explore the entire station.

With the addition of Shen Yan and others, the soldiers of the Soviet Federation gradually gained the upper hand, and fierce gunfire rang out everywhere.

Half an hour later.

The battered Imperial soldiers retreated from the station half-fighting and half-retreating.

Shen Yan also received a report from his subordinates that they had encountered the Soviet Federation's garrison.

Shen Yan led people to meet up.

Because the military uniforms and identities arranged by the system were all Soviet Federation, the garrison inside the station didn't feel anything unusual, but was very happy to get such powerful elite support.

In the waiting hall that had become ruins, the garrison commander Yepavel sat on a large piece of rubble, bandaging himself while telling Shen Yan about the situation here:

"We must set up a defensive line as soon as possible, and set up more booby traps south of the station."

"It's almost dark, those guys from the Empire don't rest at night either, it's estimated that they will fight back soon."

"Try not to let anyone show their heads, there are not only our people in the ruins outside, but also many Imperial snipers."

Shen Yan listened to Yepavel's words and didn't dare to underestimate it, quickly arranging for everyone to set up a defensive line.

Only then did he remember the squad sent to track the snipers. Listening to Yepavel's account, the situation here was not generally bad. Rushing in with a squad was definitely ominous.

Shen Yan called the commander of the 1st Special Battalion, Liu Feng, to inquire, and looking at Liu Feng's face after hearing the inquiry, he also understood.

He interrupted Liu Feng's words and immediately arranged for everyone to set up a defensive line.

Everyone was busy setting up defensive lines and booby traps.

However, in less than half an hour.

Boom—!

Boom—!

Boom—!

The roar of artillery firing came from outside the station, followed by the strong tremor of the explosion. The special operations battalion soldiers who were setting up defensive lines in the south hall were blown to death directly. 1st Company Commander Fang Hui ran over to report to Shen Yan: 【131-47

"Mobile Corps Commander, the Empire has moved in several heavy artillery pieces and is currently shelling the south hall."

The ground trembled from the explosions, causing the entire building to shower down rubble and dust.

Staying inside this station, there was always a feeling that one could be crushed to death by a collapse at any moment.

At this time, the Soviet Federation's garrison commander, Yepavel, also sent someone over to call Shen Yan to meet up, while outside the central station, the Empire's reorganized soldiers had already surrounded them from all directions.

The "death whistle" of the Stuka dive bombers in the sky sounded once again.

Yepavel, leading his subordinates and Shen Yan and the others, quickly ducked into the underground passage.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The station, which had been captured less than half an hour ago, was once again stormed by the Empire's soldiers.

Evening.

18:41.

The sun in the sky had already set, leaving only a sliver of afterglow to illuminate the ground.

All of Stalingrad was about to fall into darkness.

However, inside the central station.

Pfft! Pfft!

Shen Yan gripped the neck of the Imperial soldier in front of him tightly, his bayonet continuously stabbing into the soldier's abdomen; he twisted his right hand holding the knife with force, and the Imperial soldier's struggle gradually weakened until he completely lost his breath.

Only then did Shen Yan heave a sigh of relief, pull out his bayonet, and scavenge all the rifle and ammunition from this Imperial soldier onto himself.

The few Special First Battalion soldiers nearby also finished off the Imperial soldiers they were grappling with.

They reloaded their guns, which had already run out of ammunition.

From the afternoon until now, in two hours of fighting, everyone's ammunition had long since been emptied.

The station had also changed hands four times.

The garrison commander Yepavel, whom they had first met, was already dead, and his adjutant had taken over, but fortunately, there was some good news: because of the importance of the central station.

There would be troops crossing the Fuerjiahe to provide support that night.

After all, this was currently the most important channel for maintaining material transport within Stalingrad.

It was just that Shen Yan did not know if they could hold out until then.

Two hours of time.

Half of his Special First Battalion had already died.

And this was with the cooperation of the Soviet Federation soldiers.

Otherwise, with the few men he had, they might have been wiped out during the second wave of the station battle; the intensity of the fighting was no less than the instances he had experienced before, mainly because there was no time to rest.

Just as they repelled the Imperial soldiers, artillery fire would immediately cover them, followed by a great army pressing in.

Ammunition could only be replenished from the enemy, but the speed of replenishment could not keep up with the speed of consumption, leading to the point where he and the soldiers of the Special First Battalion had tried every possible way to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the armed Imperial soldiers.

Fortunately, in the Republic storyline 【Battle of Xia Jin】 he had experienced before, they had practiced hand-to-hand combat quite a bit.

Otherwise, many more people would have died.

After replenishing their ammunition, Shen Yan chambered a round in his gun and led his men to quickly maneuver within the central station.

Night.

19:53.

The station had changed hands 7 times.

Due to constant bombing, many bunkers had been destroyed.

Having no choice.

The soldiers of the Special First Battalion followed the Soviet Federation soldiers and began to move the corpses of Imperial soldiers and their own men, piling them up into the shape of bunkers to block their front, ready to fight at any moment.

The nerves of the soldiers on both sides were stretched to the limit; even the slightest movement was enough to stir their hearts.

In the silent waiting hall.

Suddenly, a series of clanging sounds came from outside the wall, and the Second Company Commander, Qin Xu, had a change in expression:

"Is it combat engineers?!"

"They are going to blow up the wall!"

For the sake of defense, some important passages and staircases had already been blown up by the Soviet side, so the Imperial soldiers could not approach, and even if they did, they could not pass through, but if the wall were blown open now.

They would be finished, exposed directly to the Empire's tanks and heavy artillery.

Qin Xu gritted his teeth, called for men to collect grenades and explosives, and charged out with the two remaining squads of the Second Company.

Boom! Boom! Boom!!

Night.

21:17.

"Clack, clack," the sound of tank tracks crushing rubble echoed outside the central station; the Empire's armored units had reinforced the area, patrolling for any suspicious targets inside the central station.

Boom—!

A shell was fired, and the already precarious wall collapsed with a roar, revealing the Soviet soldiers and Special First Battalion fighters hiding inside.

Watching the wall collapse.

Fang Hui, the First Company Commander of the Special First Battalion, cursed under his breath and, without the slightest hesitation, grabbed the cluster grenades nearby, taking advantage of the dust not yet settling and the Imperial soldiers under the moonlight not yet approaching.

He crawled to the wall, looking at the tanks outside that were within reach.

He suddenly stood up and limped out of the smoke, rolling under a tank, while the surrounding Imperial soldiers shouted in shock and anger.

Boom!

The explosion spread beneath the tank, directly rendering it useless.

The few wounded soldiers hidden in the ruins also raised their guns and began to fire, but they soon lost all movement in the face of the Empire's concentrated fire.

Looking down from a high-altitude perspective.

At this moment, the area around the central station had already been surrounded by the Empire's tanks and armor, closing in on the station like silkworms eating a leaf.

This was already the 9th battle for the station that Shen Yan and the others had fought.

The high-intensity fighting meant that there were not many people left in the Special First Battalion, and the company commanders had almost all sacrificed themselves; if they gathered together to count, there were probably only about 40 people left.

However, the Soviet Federation's reinforcements had also arrived under the moonlight.

The Soviet soldiers who had crossed the Fuerjiahe were running toward the central station without a moment's pause.

Late night.

10:05.

In a corner of the central station's waiting hall, Shen Yan leaned against the wall, panting slightly, while Liu Feng next to him handed over a cigarette he had scavenged from some unknown corpse; he took two puffs, and it went straight to his head:

"Cough, cough... this stuff is quite strong."

"Do they sell this at Polar Star?"

Liu Feng looked at the cigarette in his hand; it was clearly something a veteran smoker had gotten from somewhere:

"Probably not."

Shen Yan took a few more puffs to refresh his mind, then raised his trembling hand to flick the cigarette away; the sound of gunfire outside was constant, but fortunately, with the Soviet Federation troops coming to support them, they could rest for a moment:

"What number is this?"

Liu Feng paused and said, "The 12th time, maybe."

The corners of Shen Yan's mouth twitched, and he shifted his body, which tugged at the wound on his leg, and he took a light breath:

"Damn, this is never-ending."

"How many people are left?"

Liu Feng looked around at the Special First Battalion soldiers who had been replaced by the Soviet troops and said:

"Only these 10-plus people left."

"They're all here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of explosions came from outside, accompanied by shouts of "Ura!"

Boom! Boom! Boom—!

Shen Yan and the others felt their hearts sink, and they packed their things, standing up to prepare to join the battle again.

Not long after.

During the 12th battle for the central station, Shen Yan and all the soldiers of the Special First Battalion died.

At this time.

Seventh Special Operations Brigade, training room.

Everyone sat up from the virtual sensory pods; Shen Yan discovered that Staff Qu Guang had already gotten up, rubbed his face to wake himself up, and stood up to ask:

"What wave did you reach?"

Staff Qu Guang smiled bitterly and said:

"The 11th time."

"How about you?"

Shen Yan rubbed his temples and waved his hand:

"12 times."

"This station battle is too intense."

"It's thanks to the Soviet Federation soldiers holding the line."

"Even so, we were completely wiped out."

"If those Soviet soldiers hadn't been holding the line, we probably would have been wiped out by the third wave; counting our men and the Soviet Federation soldiers, half a brigade's worth of people were wiped out in the station over these six-plus hours."

Staff Qu Guang also had a complex expression, his teeth aching slightly:

"Yeah."

"Can anyone actually get through this?"

Shen Yan thought for a moment and shook his head:

"Unlikely."

"If we fought like this and still lost, other units won't fare any better."

"I'll ask the others."

As he spoke, he began to ask in the old military academy class group; many of them were in combat departments, so they also participated in the training, but each unit trained at different times, so when Shen Yan asked, some had finished and some hadn't come out yet.

However, looking at those comrades who had finished, complaining about the difficulty of this instance.

Shen Yan suddenly chuckled, which left Staff Qu Guang looking confused, so he leaned over:

"What's wrong?"

"Why are you laughing like that?"

Shen Yan chuckled, his tone suddenly much more relaxed:

"This bunch of noobs, the highest only reached the 9th wave."

"Some were wiped out by the 5th wave."

"They're way worse than us."

Staff Qu Guang rolled his eyes upon hearing this, looking at the notes inside about navy, armor, and so on:

"They aren't a Special Operations Brigade; for the navy to play this instance, it's not bad that they lasted until the 5th wave."

"The expertise doesn't match."

Shen Yan said huffily:

"Can't I comfort myself a little?"

"It seems our performance isn't too bad."

"But this instance... seems like it's going to be released later."

"Ridiculous."

"If we fought like this, wouldn't ordinary people be driven to quit the game?"

"Zhao Ming really dares to do anything."

Staff Qu Guang nodded and said:

"Indeed."

"This difficulty is ridiculous."

"But isn't there something even harder coming later?"

Shen Yan said:

"I heard."

"But it hasn't been released yet."

"We need to study it."

"Let Zhao Ming set up a separate instance for us to practice."

"Otherwise, when the Federation military exercises happen later, how are we going to crush the other federations and the units of our Daxia Federation?"

Staff Qu Guang became interested, waved everyone away, and then asked:

"What news did you get from your old man again?"

Shen Yan looked around to make sure no one was there, then said:

"I heard from my old man that the higher-ups are studying future Federation military exercises, joint military exercises, and so on."

"They're trying to arrange for them to be compared within 'World War II: Rise of the Empire'."

"Previously, because the game wasn't realistic, many bugs would appear and affect the battle situation, so they hadn't considered conducting military exercises within the game."

"But with the explosion in popularity of 'World War II: Rise of the Empire', and its promotion in major federations, even the soil data is distributed in different places, and even data just a few centimeters apart is different."

"It almost 100% simulates real-world scenes."

"In such a situation, military exercises in the game are much more convenient than real-world military exercises."

"Anyway, it's all for external display."

"Might as well hold a joint military exercise and turn on the live stream."

"The public also likes to watch competitive live streams rather than boring military exercises that show off force."

"If the effect is good, extend the time a bit."

,

"It's estimated that it can maintain popularity for two or three months, which can effectively divert public attention."

The essence of the "Anti-War Competition" is to divert public attention.

So it lasts for two or three months every year before ending, and after it ends, there's a few-month gap.

The explosion in popularity of 'World War II: Rise of the Empire' has attracted many players, while also attracting many fanatics who like to clamor for war to enter the game.

If the game can make some people sober up, then the others who haven't... might as well use this kind of competition to divert their attention for another two or three months.

By the time that's over.

Next year's "Anti-War Competition" will be starting soon.

Staff Qu Guang nodded and said:

"The method is not bad."

"Is there any news on what specific instance they'll hold?"

Shen Yan said:

"I have to ask Qinghan about this."

"What I heard from the old man was something like 【Delta Force】 or 【VDV Airborne Troops】, all of which are troops from 'Earth'."

"They say it's the follow-up 【Modern Warfare】 series of instances for WWII."

"Qinghan showed the CG data to the Federation high command before."

Staff Qu Guang's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but hold his forehead:

"No way?"

"Troops from Earth?"

"Then you better ask quickly; don't let it be Republic troops—if they're all like the 【Blue Army Brigade】, there's no way to fight them."

The tragedy of being 1v32'd and abused by the Republic's 【Blue Army Brigade】 was still fresh in his memory.

Shen Yan nodded and said:

"Probably not."

"The names don't sound like the characteristics of 【Republic】 troops either."

"But I still have to ask."

"What if they're Imperial or Soviet Federation troops?"

They had just been abused by them.

If it's those two sides, it won't be easy to fight either.

Shen Yan thought for a moment:

"I'll ask first."

"For the big competition in the second half of the year, we have to get a ranking."

"Previously, those freaks from the Central Theater Command took it all."

"This time, we in the Northern Theater Command must show our faces."

As he spoke, Shen Yan ran off to contact Shen Qinghan.

The next day.

Early morning.

Polar Star Company, President's Office.

Leaning back in the boss's chair.

Zhao Ming yawned and clicked on the game's backend data, looked through it, and saw nothing unusual.

At this time.

Shen Qinghan called, and Zhao Ming picked up:

"What's the situation, Senior?"

Shen Qinghan said:

"Are there any new instances made recently that can be used for training, preferably... separate ones."

"The kind that isn't reported to the Federation."

Zhao Ming was a bit surprised:

"Hmm?"

"Why do you want this kind of instance?"

"Playing by yourself?"

Shen Qinghan said helplessly:

"The Northern Army wants to practice separately so they can... you know what I mean, in the Federation military exercises in the second half of the year."

"And the 【Central Station Battle】 you gave yesterday, no unit can finish it at all."

"Since no one has cleared it yet, they want to seize the time to practice and see if they can grab first place."

Zhao Ming smiled and said:

"I see."

"That's no problem."

"But making it from scratch is too much trouble."

"I can modify a previous instance."

"Give them an exclusive key."

"Did they say what aspect they want to train in?"

Shen Qinghan recalled and said:

"Hand-to-hand combat, I guess."

"Yesterday, they complained to me that their ammunition was basically gone in less than an hour, and most of the next few hours were hand-to-hand combat."

Zhao Ming thought for a moment and said:

"Okay."

"Wait for me."

As he spoke, Zhao Ming pulled up the 【Battle of Xia Jin】 storyline.

The original 【Battle of Xia Jin】 had Daxia Federation soldiers playing as Republic Liberation Army soldiers, but since they wanted to train... Zhao Ming changed the instance player count to 1.

And this 1 person became a Japanese assault soldier.

Since they wanted to train hand-to-hand combat, they naturally had to face the Republic's God of War.

Then Zhao Ming adjusted the Japanese assault formation to a cone shape, and that 1 person at the very front was the position where the Daxia Federation soldier would start.

And the Japanese soldiers behind him were at least thirty meters away; although it was unreasonable, he could just change it.

Which meant...

After entering, this Daxia Federation soldier would face the "Republic" Lu Bu at the very first moment.

And the other Japanese soldiers would fight against other Liberation Army soldiers.

Turning this instance into a 1v1 duel with the "Republic" Lu Bu.

However, considering that person's combat power, Zhao Ming set a threshold: as long as they lasted two minutes under that person's hands, they could clear the instance.

After all, if they could last two minutes, their hand-to-hand combat strength would be quite good.

You have to know that normal Japs are killed in one strike.

But the Northern Army will probably have to practice for a while; after all, two minutes isn't that easy to endure.

After simply modifying the instance, Zhao Ming sent the key to Shen Qinghan.

And Shen Qinghan.

Transferred the key to Shen Yan; Zhao Ming didn't say what the situation was, and Shen Qinghan didn't ask, just saying it was a single-player instance.

Shen Yan was very satisfied; sure enough, having connections makes things easier.

He excitedly gathered the Special First Battalion, along with Staff Qu Guang, built a room, pulled everyone in, entered the key, and started.

Then.

The screen flashed, everyone was separated, each person was in a separate instance, and what caught their eyes was...

The words 【Battle of Xia Jin】.

Shen Yan was a bit confused:

"What's the situation?"

"Battle of Xia Jin? Still killing Japs?"

"Did they upgrade the instance?"

As the text disappeared, the screen lit up.

Shen Yan discovered his body was in the middle of a charge, so he hurriedly controlled his body to keep charging.

At this time.

A roar suddenly came from the ground in front of him:

"Kill—!!!"

A figure leaped out from the ground, and Shen Yan's brain went "buzz."

This wasn't leaping out from the ground; this was flying out of a trench, and he was exceptionally familiar with the person who flew out... What the f***?!

I'm fighting the 【Republic】 Lu Bu?!

I've become a Jap?

Just in that one second of daze.

The 1.9-meter-plus Republic giant took three steps in two, and the silver light of the bayonet in his hand slashed over; Shen Yan subconsciously blocked.

He only blocked one strike before retreating a few steps, and the next second, silver light flashed again.

Pfft—!

A huge force struck, picking Shen Yan up and throwing him away.

The perspective instantly went black.