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Chapter 115: A Full View of the Moscow Battlefield (3.4k)

The next day, early in the morning.

Moscow, which had been blanketed in snow overnight, was transformed into a white wonderland.

However, there were more pedestrians and vehicles on the road than usual, all heading towards Red Square. The streets were filled with the stirring Soviet military songs, and the parade proceeded as scheduled.

Xu Jie followed behind the militia formation, unconsciously humming along to the Soviet military song. His gaze swept around, and he spoke to the viewers in the live stream:
"We're about to enter Red Square, brothers."

"I have to say, I was somewhat affected by this atmosphere."

"Look over there."

“They were all people of the Soviet Federation, and they were all looking at us like we were heroes.”

"How can we afford to lose face in this situation?"

Although we are not native to 'Earth', people have a herd mentality.

Last night, Xu Jie listened to the photo studio owner tell the stories of the photos for half the night; they were all Soviet heroes who never returned after resisting the empire.

At this moment, he was a member of the militia formation, mixed among soldiers, workers, and students preparing to go to the front lines to die. He was surrounded by resolute gazes, and outside, countless people were looking on with hope and prayer.

At times like these, it's easy to get caught up in the general atmosphere.

Even Xu Jie straightened his posture unconsciously as he followed the militia formation to the Red Square parade.

The situation is similar for other live streamers.

As time passed, it was soon time for the parade to officially begin.

Xu Jie stood in the ranks, listening to the speech of the Soviet supreme leader. The netizens on Earth, who were not clear about how tense the situation was from the CG data, now understood.

The CG footage only tells us that the Imperial army recently reached the outskirts of Moscow, but through in-game progress and the battle lines on the real-time map, we can see the true extent of the conflict.

Netizens on Earth discovered that on the day of the Red Square parade, the Imperial forces were only a few kilometers away from Moscow, and were constantly sending small groups of troops closer to the city.

Fortunately, Moscow had enough troops to wipe out those small groups, which prevented them from penetrating into Moscow.

In the original CG footage, anti-aircraft equipment was not shown.

But now that he was in the center of Red Square, Xu Jie realized how tense the situation was. Anti-aircraft guns were everywhere around the square, guarding against air raids from the Empire, and these were things that were not shown in the CG footage.

Xu Jie's gaze swept around, showing it to the viewers in the live stream.

As a shout of "Hurrah!" rang out, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians across the square joined in, chanting "Hurrah!"

Then the military parade began, with everyone carrying real guns and ammunition.

Soon they arrived at the militia formation. Xu Jie perked up and followed the workers and students of the Soviet Federation across Red Square, feeling the gazes of countless Soviet citizens, and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

"Hurrah—!!!"

"Hurrah—!!!"

Xu Jie subconsciously joined the Soviet soldiers and civilians around him in shouting. The deafening sound left his mind blank, and the shock was indescribable.

Until they passed the parade ground.

Xu Jie gradually calmed down and shared his feelings with the live stream audience.

Meanwhile, the soldiers, workers, and students around them were already searching for their loved ones at the edge of Red Square, and the ranks quickly scattered. Xu Jie and some other soldiers stood still.

Xu Jie was completely unaware of his character's background and family situation, while the people around him who didn't move either came from elsewhere or had lost all their relatives.

They all looked on with envy at the soldiers who were able to hug their loved ones.

Sudden.

Xu Jie sensed out of the corner of his eye that someone was waving at him.

Feeling a bit strange, I turned my head and was taken aback.

At the edge of the square, the photographer from the photo studio from last night was squeezed in the crowd, holding up a photo and waving it around.

That photo was taken by Xu Jie at the photo studio last night.

It was obvious that the photographer stayed up all night developing the film after he left.

Seeing Xu Jie looking over, the photographer smiled. Even from a distance, Xu Jie could roughly tell from the photographer's lip movements that the photographer was shouting to him, "Come back alive!"

This scene moved the viewers in the live stream, and Xu Jie was no exception, taking a deep breath:

"Isn't this just trying to make me cry?"

Although she tried to keep her voice calm, she couldn't suppress the smile on her face and waved in the direction of the photographer.

Immerse yourself in the experience.

Xu Jie suddenly understood why Soviet soldiers, even knowing they were going to their deaths after the military parade, went to the battlefield with smiles on their faces.

After a while.

Xu Jie's unit received orders and immediately rushed to the front lines of the battlefield.

Looking down from the air, the Soviet troops marching past the parade formations were splitting up and heading to the front lines from all directions. Everyone knew the outcome, but no one backed down.

Half a day later.

Xu Jie's militia platoon had arrived on the outskirts of Moscow to assist the regular army in resisting the Empire's attack. The platoon was soon dispersed, and Xu Jie was assigned to a village to assist in the defense.

Xu Jie looked curiously at the houses in the village and the soldiers walking around.

The viewers in the live stream were seeing this for the first time. In the past, battles were either fought directly on the battlefield or held in positions, but they had never seen a defense relying on a village like this before.

Xu Jie's team was quickly led to a courtyard.

at this time.

Something was being distributed inside the courtyard. A case of bottles of liquor sat on a table in the center. An officer nodded to them as they entered, then continued explaining to the others:

"These were all pre-arranged to target Imperial tanks."

"To use it, you just need to light it and then smash it on the tank to set them on fire, but there is a drawback."

"If it were broken beforehand, they would be burned alive."

"Therefore, you must be very careful when using it."

Looking at that case of liquor, some Soviet veterans couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Sir, can we dilute this stuff into a bottle?"

"It feels like if we diluted one bottle and threw it into the barrel, it would be enough for us to drink for several days."

The Soviet officer said irritably:
"What are you thinking about?"

"This is 'heavy weapon'! If you drink all of 'heavy weapon', how will the Empire's tanks deal with it?"

"And this stuff isn't something you can just dilute with water and drink; it's poisonous, you know?"

"Alright, distribute them all." "Mosca, take some men and search the battlefield, try to find as many bottles as possible."

The Soviet soldier named Moska said with a smile:

"no problem."

Xu Jie and his group, led by the officer, also approached.

"These are the newly compensated soldiers."

The officer who had just given the explanation smiled as he looked at Xu Jie and the others:

"They're all good young men. Did they all participate in the parade?"

"The scene must be very grand."

Then, looking at the guns on Xu Jie and the others, he asked:
"Do we have enough ammunition?"

Xu Jie took the gun and waved it:
"Hmm, it probably can't be used."

Even the infantry's rifles and ammunition were antiques, let alone those of the militia. The rifles in their hands were just for show; they would rattle and clang with the slightest movement.

Upon hearing the sound of the gun in Xu Jie's hand, the officer opposite him also showed a helpless expression:

"Okay, I knew it."

Then they had someone bring over another case of 'heavy weapon' alcohol.

"We don't have that many guns for now. We'll figure out a way after we fight the Empire."

"Our mission is to snipe the enemy's armored forces and prevent them from reaching Moscow via the road five kilometers away."

"I'll demonstrate how to use these things in a moment."

"You must keep it safe. If it breaks, you'll be the one who dies."

Xu Jie and the others nodded hurriedly, and the whole village was busy at the time. After the officer briefly taught Xu Jie and the others how to use it, he left in a hurry.

into the night.

Everyone was summoned.

Then, the group, carrying all their weapons and equipment, headed to the highway five kilometers away. They had received word that an Imperial armored force was about to pass through there and they had to intercept it.

Only when he arrived at the trenches did Xu Jie begin to feel a sense of familiarity with the battlefield.

Xu Jie was assigned to follow a machine gunner. The two were hiding in a trench, and after a night of busy work and preparation, it was already dawn.

The two leaned against the pit, sheltering from the cold wind.

Xu Jie also learned the machine gunner's name: Kirill.

Kirill took out a pack of cigarettes and pulled one out:
"Have one?"

Xu Jie waved his hand:

"No, I'm not very good at smoking."

Kirill's face showed regret:

"That's a pity."

"This stuff is so delicious, if you don't smoke it now, you might not be able to smoke it later."

Seeing this, Xu Jie asked curiously:
Why do you seem so insecure?

"Although the empire is very strong, we should be able to withstand it."

Kirill smiled and said:
"I have confidence in my motherland."

"However, I lack confidence in myself."

As he spoke, he struck a match.

呲——

The flame lit the cigarette. Kirill took a deep drag, exhaled slowly, and glanced at his watch.

"Those guys from the Empire should be here soon."

Then look at the sky outside the pit.

Xu Jie was still a little confused, then suddenly...

boom! boom! boom--

A series of muffled thuds came from afar, followed by shells falling near the trenches, splashing snow and mud everywhere, covering Xu Jie and Kirill. Xu Jie brushed the dirt off himself.

Kirill, however, remained unmoved, smoking his cigarette and saying with a smile:

"These guys are very punctual."

“It’s this time of day every day, it’s really maddening. After a while of bombing, the main force should appear.”

"They've been stopping us for days now."

"I just hope the snow keeps falling heavier, otherwise we'll be done for soon."

Although Kirill's words were pessimistic, he showed no sign of backing down.

Three hours later.

Xu Jie, who was covering his ears and half-covered in dirt, was patted on the shoulder by Kirill and shouted loudly:
"Time to get to work."

"Those little brats from the Empire are coming soon."

They then walked out of the pit, went to the machine gun, and removed the cloth covering it. Xu Jie followed them out. Through the trench, they could see that the surrounding area was filled with smoke and the air was thick with the pungent smell of explosives.

Meanwhile, the Empire's army had already appeared in the sight of Xu Jie and everyone in the live broadcast room, with tank shells being fired at the position.

As the live streamers who participated in the military parade began their broadcasts, the battle began.

As the sun rose in the sky, a new round of fighting began across the entire front of the Empire and the Soviet Federation.

the other side.

The streamers who chose the [Order of the Patriotic War in Moscow] challenge were completely bewildered. Not only were they hiding in the wild, but they also didn't have any warm clothes. Many streamers woke up to find themselves back on the main screen.

The character they were controlling had frozen to death, and the entire squad was wiped out.

at this time.

In Fang Ming’s live broadcast room.

Fang Ming and two Soviet Federation soldiers, their faces ashen from the cold, their fingers swollen and thickened, huddled under a pine tree. They gathered a pile of branches, ignoring the snow and the thick smoke, and lit them with gunpowder to keep warm.

(End of this chapter)