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Chapter 114 [Red Square Parade] The Photo Studio the Night Before (3.4k)

Looking at the current in-game storyline, there's still over a month until it happens.

However, since the United States Free Federation is not currently involved in this war, and the Asian battlefield is not open, neither the Federation nor the Empire camp is involved.

It's impossible for any player to trigger the mission to unlock the Pacific Battlefield.

Zhao Ming opened the system's [Earth Database] and exchanged several documents and film CGs related to the [Attack on Pearl Harbor], preparing to create an updated expansion pack.

The Pacific Theater has been unlocked through official website updates and CG data releases.

After inputting the data into the AI, let it automatically retrieve the simulation data from the photon supercomputing cluster.

Not only is the Pacific theater about to be unlocked.

The in-game timeline is also approaching the time of the [Red Square Parade]. Zhao Ming has expanded the battlefield area again, waiting for the [Red Square Parade] to take place.

It will no longer be a simple confrontation between Earth players. After all, the Battle of Moscow was so brutal that Earth players should have a taste of it.

The mutual confrontation was just to familiarize them with the process of commanding battles. Now they should be almost there, and we're just waiting for the Red Square Parade to open it up.

After all, we still need to try to gain emotional points.

A few days later in the game.

Tiansha Live, game area.

[Live stream of the Red Square parade! Come join us now!!!]

Several live streams with these titles appeared sporadically, leading many viewers to believe it was just a gimmick, a mere attempt to squeeze into a spot in Moscow's Red Square.

However, upon clicking, it was discovered that these livestreamers were actually in the parade formation!

The chat room was filled with question marks.

【? ? ? 】

How do you become a streamer? Teach me!

[Six, is this even possible?]

[Is the anchor in a militia formation?]

Wait, why is the starting situation different from ours?

Inside the live stream, host Xu Jie explained to the chat:
"The battlefields in this game are all synchronized with the timeline."

"So now that we've reached the [Red Square Parade], my starting point is completely random; there's no strategy involved."

"Those who haven't started playing yet can give it a try."

"Come in and see if you can be randomly assigned to a parade formation."

As he spoke, Xu Jie turned to look around and addressed the live stream:
"This is the militia formation."

"That's right, it's the same formation that assisted the regular troops in their charge with Molotov cocktails."

"We were only summoned temporarily after receiving the news."

"The official parade should be held tomorrow."

That is, November 7th.

"In the previous CG materials, this formation was only shown in one picture, without any details of the process or the ending."

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

These words caused quite a stir.

The images from the Red Square Parade CG are still vivid in the minds of Earth players, but in the end, Polaris only left with a photo and the number [Survivors: 0].

The complete ending was not given; all that is known is that they all sacrificed themselves.

Now, some streamers are randomly entering these formations and seem to be able to see the fate of these troops, so many viewers have started searching everywhere.

They found the live streams of other student formations, tank formations, and so on.

For a while.

The popularity of these live streams continues to rise. Although each live stream is in a different session, the progress in the game is the same, which is equivalent to watching from different angles.

At this point, the Red Square parade had not yet begun; they had merely been assembled.

However, one thing is certain: there will be a military parade tomorrow.

Xu Jie stood in the ranks, listening to the commander of the formation at the front explaining various things, including tomorrow's entry time and combat mission.

Not long after.

With the disbandment, everyone can rest and prepare for tomorrow's parade.

Many of the workers and students in the group simply went back into their rooms and showed no intention of going out.

Xu Jie, on the other hand, walked out of the courtyard and onto the streets of Moscow. The city was somewhat desolate at the time, but it looked quite peaceful.

However, the Imperial forces had already reached the outskirts of Moscow.

I strolled around for a while.

Xu Jie noticed that the pedestrians on the street were all in a hurry, revealing a sense of depression.

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

"Brothers, has any of you ever driven back to Moscow before?"

What's here?

Sudden.

My gaze was drawn to a figure in the distance.

Across the street, a Soviet girl in a thick military uniform was walking briskly towards the photo studio, followed by a man in his fifties or sixties who was shouting:

"Anna! Anna!!!"

However, the girl ignored him and walked straight into the photo studio.

The Soviet uncle, who seemed to have some difficulty walking, quickly followed. Xu Jie stood there and clicked his tongue.

"I feel like there's a story behind this."

"Should we go ask about it later?"

Some viewers in the live stream agreed, while others found it boring.

[You can ask them; I think there's a story behind it.]

[What kind of story could there be? It's probably because the girl wanted to join the army, but her father wouldn't allow it.]

[It's not wrong to prevent them from going; who wants their child to go and die?]

Alas, the hearts of parents are always full of love and worry.

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

[I've seen this kind of plot too many times, it's nothing new. The streamer should just wander around Moscow; it might get bombed out of existence in a few days.]

Not necessarily. All the storylines in this game are different; what if it's a hidden storyline?

Xu Jie looked at the comments and thought for a moment:

"Just a moment."

"Since we have nowhere else to go, we might as well take a picture."

After saying that, he seemed to remember something, patted his pocket, and breathed a sigh of relief:

"Luckily, I have money."

"I almost couldn't go."

As he spoke, he walked towards the photo studio. Just as he opened the door, he heard an angry voice from inside:

"You are a woman!"

However, a cold female voice came:

"I've graduated as a field nurse." The Soviet uncle's voice rang out again:

But you are my only one.

A cool female voice paused for a moment, then rang out:

"This is war, Dad."

The brief conversation was enough for Xu Jie and the viewers in the live stream to understand the general situation.

Xu Jie tiptoed into the house. The photographer behind the camera nodded at him and then looked at the father and daughter.

This time, the father didn't say anything more, he just stood next to his daughter.

‘Crack! ’

After the photo was taken, the girl named Anna walked outside, followed by her silent father.

After the two left, Xu Jie was somewhat puzzled:
"Did they just leave?"

I didn't see them pay or leave an address. They came in one after the other. Could it be that the photographer knows them?
The photographer at the photo studio said:
"That girl didn't plan to come back alive; her husband died on the battlefield, so..."

The photographer sighed, then pointed to a photograph on the wall:
"That's the one."

Upon hearing this, Xu Jie turned his head, glanced at it, and fell silent.

The young man in the photo wasn't particularly tall, but he was dressed in military uniform and had a resolute look in his eyes. The girl next to him didn't look like she was in military uniform.

Instead, she was wearing a summer dress and standing next to that young man. The date of the photo doesn't seem to match the current Moscow climate; it must have been taken two months ago.

Xu Jie, unsure of what to say, asked:
"How was the news of the death confirmed?"

"A national notification?"

The photographer shook his head and said:

"The Soviets at this stage don't have the energy to keep track of who's dead and who's alive."

"Her husband's unit was completely wiped out."

As he spoke, the photographer fiddled with the camera, adjusted it a bit, and then said:

"Alright, stand in front of the camera."

Xu Jie nodded, walked towards the spot where the girl and her father had just taken a picture, then suddenly remembered something, patted his pocket, and said:
"How much does one cost?"

I don't know if it's enough.

The photographer looked at Xu Jie, who was dressed in military uniform:

"Which unit are you from?"

Xu Jie began by saying:
"Well, I can't really say it's a militia formation."

The photographer nodded:

"They're participating in the military parade tomorrow."

"Then give it to me when you come back."

Xu Jie opened his mouth:

"There might not be time, because it will be time after it's over."

The photographer spoke up:
That's why I said I'd give it to you when you get back.

"After all, I can't develop the photos right now; it takes time."

"So I can only give you the photos when you come back to pick them up."

"You can give me the money later."

As he spoke, he pointed to the photos on the wall:
"all these are."

"They didn't have time to pick it up after they finished taking the photos, so they had to leave it with me temporarily."

Xu Jie nodded and said with a smile:

"That's it."

"Thank you then."

As he spoke, he stood there, and the photographer directed him:

"A little to the left, that's right."

A slight smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, that's it."

Click!

A camera shutter clicked, and the photographer looked up and said:
"A very nice smile. I think it should be displayed in the very center after it's been printed."

Xu Jie's expression was strange:
"That's a bit strange, isn't it?"

"It's better to just hang it on the side."

The cameraman said with a smile:

"Okay, I respect your opinion."

Xu Jie walked to the photo wall, looked at the wall full of photos, and turned to ask:
Could you tell me more about it?

"These."

The photographer nodded upon seeing this:

"of course."

"Finally someone shared this! These photos have so many stories behind them, I've been so eager to share them."

"Look at this."

The photographer points to a wedding photo.

However, the background in the photo wasn't very nice; it was a picture of piled-up sandbags surrounded by a group of refugees cautiously looking at the camera.

The bride in the photo is holding flowers, and the groom next to her is wearing a brand-new military uniform.

"This was a wedding in an air-raid shelter. I was the photographer for their wedding. The wedding was going on normally, but because of the Empire's attack, everyone was forced to hide in the air-raid shelter."

"The day after the photos were taken, the groom went to war, and there was no news of him after that."

Xu Jie nodded and asked:

Where is the bride?

"Did they go to the battlefield without coming to collect the photos?"

The photographer shook his head and sighed:
"The bride was killed in an Imperial air raid a week after the wedding."

Xu Jie was momentarily stunned, and the viewers in the live stream also felt a pang of unease.

The photographer then looked at a photo on the side.

The photo shows a soldier with his family. The father is wearing a military uniform from the Tsarist era, and the mother is holding an urn covered with a party flag.

The photographer introduced the soldier as the older brother who had died in battle, and next to him was a little girl who was barely taller than the adults' legs, holding a wooden gun towards the camera.
Unfortunately, this photo was taken less than three hours ago.

The soldier in the photo belonged to a unit that was destroyed by the Empire just outside Moscow, and his family's whereabouts are unknown.

As the photographer presented each image, he shared his heartfelt story, while netizens on Earth felt the stirrings of patriotism.

It seemed like it had been a long time since he had had a proper conversation with anyone. The photographer talked tirelessly, and Xu Jie and the viewers in the live stream were also engrossed in listening to the stories behind each photo.

outside.

Night has fallen.

Snow began to fall heavily in Moscow, gradually turning the Kremlin's spires white. The entire city fell silent as everyone prepared for tomorrow's military parade.

(End of this chapter)