Chapter 50: If... the Empire's Three Great Generals

The voice of the man in the military uniform, whose figure was slightly bloated, echoed in this office filled with murderous aura.

The room was exceptionally quiet.

The man behind the desk raised his hand and stroked the somewhat faded world map on the desktop.

A few seconds later.

"Then I will wait for your good news."

"Our Air Force Marshal."

The man in the military uniform, with his back to the perspective, confidently guaranteed:

"Rest assured, Your Excellency the Führer."

"The sky over London will belong to the Empire, just like Paris."

Extremely arrogant and contemptuous words came out of the man's mouth.

As if the British Federation on the other side of the ocean were a paper tiger that could be crushed with one punch.

But no one felt that this was wrong... including the friends in the stream room.

Because the Empire's combat power was obvious to all.

The perspective continuously zoomed out and became smaller.

The entire Berlin appeared in the image, just like the layout of the Führer's room.

At this time, the entire city of Berlin also exuded a murderous aura.

The entire Empire seemed like a war machine, running without a moment's pause.

The next second.

The image switched abruptly.

It was still at a high altitude, but the tower towering into the clouds below already revealed where this was.

Paris.

A city just occupied by the Empire.

The perspective continuously zoomed in downwards.

The increasingly clear streets were reflected in the eyes of everyone in the stream room.

The Imperial army moved neatly through the city, and patrolling Imperial soldiers filled every corner of Paris. The soldiers' faces were full of pride, and the fearful expressions of the citizens on the streets and in the rooms made them hold their heads high.

The image switched.

A magnificent architectural palace complex appeared in the CG.

Palace of Versailles.

This place was also occupied by the Empire, and there were soldiers standing guard everywhere.

And on the square in front.

Many players familiar with the Imperial famous general Guderian were sitting on a three-wheeled motorcycle, adjusting something.

In the sidecar of the three-wheeled motorcycle sat a man also wearing an Imperial military uniform, who, looking at Guderian's adjustments, said somewhat nervously:

"No?"

"What are you adjusting? Should we call a mechanic?"

Guderian twisted the throttle, feeling the roar of the motorcycle:

"Are you kidding?"

"I am a professional when it comes to machinery, and motorcycles are the same."

"Rest assured."

"I have already adjusted it; the horsepower of this motorcycle is already at its maximum."

"Sit tight, Rommel."

"I am going to start it."

Rommel couldn't help but hold his forehead and grabbed the handle next to him:

"Fine, I am ready."

"Racing in the Palace of Versailles, you really have a way."

Guderian said with a smile:

"You will fall in love with this feeling."

"When the Empire hits London, I will do a few laps at Buckingham Palace."

The motorcycle started, and the roar of the engine echoed in the empty square in front of the Palace of Versailles.

At this time, a voice sounded.

"Don't forget to call me when that time comes."

"I also want to experience the feeling of racing at Buckingham Palace."

Rommel and Guderian turned their heads to look.

The Army Group Chief of Staff Manstein had walked over at some point, the vehicle sank, and Manstein sat directly on the motorcycle:

"Let's go, our armored master."

Guderian twisted the throttle and smiled:

"Hold on tight!!!"

It was clearly the most ordinary three-wheeled motorcycle of the Imperial army, but under Guderian's operation, it erupted with a beast-like roar, sprinting across the square like an arrow off a bowstring.

In the blink of an eye, it rushed to the end of the square, and Guderian did not slow down at all, but operated the handlebars to shift to one side.

The sidecar and wheels next to it were actually already floating in the air.

"Hey, hey! It's going to flip!"

"Hahahaha, I told you, I am a professional, it won't flip!"

"I heard that the square at Buckingham Palace is even bigger than this; we can have two motorcycles race then."

"Hahahaha, that's a good suggestion."

"How about it? I said you would fall in love with this feeling."

"I am going to accelerate!!!"

The image gradually zoomed out and became smaller, and the sight of Guderian racing left the audience in the stream room stunned; they felt that the filter of Imperial famous generals was shattered. Are men boys until they die?

However, from the conversation in Berlin and the generals occupying Paris here.

It can be seen that the mentality of the Empire now is incomparably confident, and the whole world is within reach.

And the image was still zooming out.

Until the continental plates of 'Earth' were displayed in front of everyone in the stream room.

Then the perspective locked onto the border of the British Federation and zoomed in continuously.

A train station appeared in the image.

The train slowly pulled into the station. Compared to the Imperial soldiers on the other side of the ocean, the British Federation soldiers on the train were dejected, covered in mud, and sat in their seats, not daring to look at the citizens outside the train.

The carriage was silent.

Thump, thump!

The train window was knocked on by someone outside, and the soldiers hiding inside did not dare to look.

The train slowly started.

At this time.

The sound of beer bottles colliding came from outside.

The soldier slowly turned his head to look. Outside the train window, an old man in a suit was holding two bottles of beer, signaling the soldier to open the window and take them. The soldier took the beer in a daze, and the old man outside gave them a thumbs up.

And the children in the station were chasing the train, their eyes full of admiration as they watched them, cheering for their return and waving their hands, learning to salute.

The soldier looked at all this in disbelief.

And such scenes were being staged all over the Federation.

The image stretched to a high altitude.

Then it zoomed in and switched to London, where dark clouds were gathering.

It seemed to be highlighting the end of the Federation.

In the dim office, the old man in a suit smoked a cigar without saying a word, watching the clock on the wall until the hand slowly reached a certain moment.

The old man finally reacted.

Seeming to have made up his mind, he got up, picked up his hat, put it on, and walked out of the office.

Soon.

A black sedan drove out from here and headed towards the direction of the British Federation Parliament.

The old man in the sedan watched the figures of the citizens running in the rain outside the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

A moment later.

The car door suddenly opened. The old man, without an umbrella, ignored the driver's shouting and walked straight towards the subway station in the rain.

Seeing this scene.

The netizens in the stream room had already reacted; isn't this the scene from the opening CG of the game?!

Was the speech in the opening CG actually born in this context?

Then, just like the opening CG.

The old man in the subway asked that question, and the answer he got was never to surrender, to fight to the end.

Even a little girl only a few years old was shouting:

"Never."

The Prime Minister's gaze was firm as he walked out of the subway station and headed towards Parliament.

The image was pitch black.

There was only the sound of thumping on the table and the old man's impassioned voice:

"Large areas of Europe and many famous ancient countries have fallen under the rule of the Third Empire."

"..."

"..."

"We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air!"

"..."

"..."

"We! Shall never surrender!!!"

Then came huge cheers.

On the pitch-black screen, a few large characters slowly appeared.

【Battle of Britain】

Then it slowly disappeared, and the game's CG completely ended.

The image in the game was reflected in the eyes of Bai Xiang and the friends in the stream room. Bai Xiang was already able to control the character, but like the friends in the stream room, he had not yet recovered from the CG.

The arrogance and contempt of the Empire, the tenacity and resistance spirit of the Federation.

Were all impacting the minds of the Blue Star players.

It is hard to imagine that this is a game CG, and some even feel that if the story of this game were made into a movie, it would be great.

Why only make this little bit of CG?

Why not let Old Thief Zhao make a movie?!

Countless friends roared in their hearts.

And they were increasingly looking forward to the direction of the subsequent plot.

And Bai Xiang had also recovered.

He began to look around to see where he was.

But he found that the town in front of him was still the town where his game update was located, a port town in the southern part of the British Federation, which had been stationed here ever since they retreated from Dunkirk:

"Hmm?"

"Why am I still here?" ===== CHAPTER 51 =====