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Chapter 136 [Stalingrad] - Survived for Half a Day, CG Plot?! (6.1k two-in-one)

The impact of the explosion pushed Fang Ming into the kitchen.

A deafening sound exploded in my ears, and my brain buzzed.

The scattered fragments of the grenade shattered all the windows in the room, creating a continuous, crashing sound.

Although Fang Ming moved quickly, he was inevitably hit by shrapnel from the grenade, which pierced through his military uniform and embedded itself in his flesh. Fortunately, it did not cause fatal damage.

Without thinking too much, Fang Ming immediately rolled over and got up.

He reached up and touched his body, finding two more grenades. He pulled one off, removed the pin, quickly walked to the door, threw it towards the spot where the grenade had been thrown from the opposite side, and then ducked back inside.

boom!
The same loud explosion was heard, but it's unclear whether anyone was hit.

Fang Ming grabbed his gun and rushed out, instantly spotting something hidden in the shadows at the stairwell.

Chug tug tug——!
A barrage of submachine gun bullets struck the figure, causing several bursts of blood before it lay motionless and collapsed.

Fang Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his violently beating heart calmed down a bit.

His eyes scanned the surroundings nervously. Gunfire continued to erupt from inside the building, and for a moment, he couldn't tell how many battlefields there were.

Fang Ming quickly ran to the corpse of the Imperial soldier at the bottom of the stairs, looted his weapons and equipment, and then looked at the 'stairs' in front of him.

It's called a 'staircase', but it's actually just a ladder.

The room above has a large hole, and a ladder is placed directly at the entrance of the hole, so you can climb up from there.

Fang Ming looked towards the doorway, picked up a shard of mirror, approached the doorway, stuck it against the door frame, and looked around.

Outside was a long corridor.

This corridor connects a series of rooms; if you go out without knowing the number of enemies, you'll be a sitting duck.

Fang Ming was completely overwhelmed.

We can't get out.

He kept switching the mirror in his hand from side to side, observing the situation outside. Although the corridor was deserted, he dared not walk down it. The sounds of gunfire and angry shouts echoed incessantly in the building.

There are rooms on each floor where battles are taking place.

suddenly!

The door to the room next door where the fighting was taking place was suddenly kicked open.

Fragments of the wooden door, carrying two figures, flew out and crashed into the corridor wall. The Imperial soldier above pressed down with his dagger, intending to kill the person below. Fang Ming recognized the person below as the streamer in his team and immediately leaned out to fire.

Chu Chu Chu!
Three shots hit the Imperial soldier, one of which struck him squarely in the neck, instantly robbing him of his strength.

The streamer, who was being held captive on the ground, was shoved, knocking the corpse off him. Before he could even get up, Fang Ming opened fire on the figure peeking out from the corridor, and a barrage of bullets came from the other side in return.

Gunshots and the sound of shattering glass in the corridor rang out in quick succession.

Meanwhile, the streamer next door to Fang Ming took advantage of the fight between the two to quickly climb back into his house, leaning against the wall in shock and uncertainty, panting heavily.

The firefight between Fang Ming and the Imperial soldiers also ceased, and the two retreated.

The corridor was quiet.

No one dared to show their face.
Fang Ming leaned against the wall by the broken window and asked:
"What's going on over there?"

The streamer next door, panting heavily, began to speak:
"Both of them are dead."

Fang Ming spoke up:
"I have two here too, let's guard the corridor for now."

"Wait until tonight."

In this situation, we can't get out, and we can't get in.

They still dare not run outside.

Who knows if there are enemies watching outside?

A strange sense of frustration washed over me.

A perfectly healthy person, trapped inside a house and can't get out, damn it!
Fang Ming felt inexplicably anxious and took deep breaths to calm himself down. He then looked at the fifty split screens in the lower right corner of the live stream. After several minutes of intense fighting, nearly half of these split screens had gone black.

Of the 50 people in the team, only 20 or so remain.

This level of intensity truly stunned Fang Ming, Yu Feng, and their group.

On Yu Feng's split screen, he was limping toward the corpses of the Imperial soldiers, rummaging through them for weapons and equipment. He had been shot twice in the thigh, and it was impossible for him to leave the house in this condition.

Going out is suicide.

In the live broadcast room.

Yu Feng accessed the Tiansha live stream room and asked inside:

"What's going on?"

Fang Ming said:

"We should be in a building, but we can't get out; we're trapped."

“I’m on the first floor, and Xiaoyu is next door.”

"What about your side?"

People kept saying in the room:

"I'm in the rightmost room on the second floor."

"This is the third floor, the middle room."

"I should be on the fifth floor."

"Here I am."

Yu Feng glanced at the view outside the window, then walked to the balcony and looked at the height outside:

"I'm also on the third floor, on the right. What number is yours on the right?"

As he spoke, Yu Feng felt as if something was watching him.

Turning his head to the right, a dark gun muzzle came into view, and Yu Feng broke out in a cold sweat.

Nima
I've already killed three! How come there's still someone on the balcony?!

rough! ! !
No need for Feng Hongwen.

boom--! ! !
A gunshot rang out, and the screen went completely black.

In the live broadcast room.

Yu Feng became incredibly famous.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
The table in front of him trembled violently from the impact, and even the usually composed Yu Feng couldn't help but speak:
"That's fucking outrageous!"

"There's someone on the balcony too?!"

Previously, Zhao Laozei said it was several stories high, and many players still didn't understand what was going on.

This will begin after the game update is complete.

Watching the live stream, everyone discovered
They really just give you a few-story building to play in.

But I never expected that the difficulty of this multi-story building would be so outrageous.

Yu Feng picked up the cup on the table and gulped down several mouthfuls of water before he recovered and looked at the split screen in the live stream.

Since I've already exited, I might as well zoom in.

I turned off the black screen and divided the remaining 20 room split screens into five rows according to floor, for the viewers in the live stream to see:

"Let me see, there are five floors in total from top to bottom."

There are 5 on the fifth floor.

"Six on the fourth floor."

"Two on the third floor."

"Two on the second floor."

"Five on the first floor."

"The situation isn't good."

"There are too few people on the second and third floors. Once they are occupied, it will directly separate the first floor from the fourth and fifth floors."

"However, the Empire is not easy to fight either."

"Nobody dares to come out. They're watching the corridor. Anyone who comes out is going to die. Even running out the window is risky. People on the fourth or fifth floor can't run out, and once they're outside, they're sitting ducks."

"This design is so unethical."

Looking at the layout here, Yu Feng couldn't help but feel a toothache as he talked.

We can't even get out of the building! Is it really that difficult for everyone?

Yu Feng opened Tiansha Live, glanced at it, and clicked into several live stream rooms.

The live streams that challenged the "Order of Stalingrad" were almost all located in these buildings, while players who did not choose to challenge it were assigned different houses depending on the number of people in their teams.

For example, Mo Xiaomo, who is single.

In the live broadcast room.

Mo Xiaomo was in a detached three-story building, not a communal building like Fang Ming and Yu Feng's. At this moment, Mo Xiaomo was hiding behind a sofa on the side of the third-floor staircase, nervously watching the stairwell.

Cautious, subtle footsteps came from downstairs. Mo Xiaomo had been squatting there for more than ten minutes, but no one downstairs had come up.

They seemed to be searching downstairs the whole time, but the pressure they were under was immense.

In just a short while, Mo Xiaomo was already sweating profusely. The feeling of the enemy's footsteps being below but unable to move up was too torturous.

Mo Xiaomo didn't dare to pull the bolt, for fear of alerting the enemy below.

He could only slightly adjust his body, place his hand on the bolt, and quietly extend it to ensure that he could pull the bolt and fire the moment the enemy attacked.

This tense, oppressive, and stimulating environment is truly something else.

It attracted a huge influx of traffic.

Even Yu Feng, who had originally planned to just casually browse, unconsciously stopped and watched intently along with the viewers in the live stream, listening to the sounds coming from downstairs from Mo Xiaomo getting closer and closer.
Until a few minutes later.

A steel helmet slowly appeared at the top of the stairs.

There was no one on the first floor, no one on the second floor. When they reached the third floor, the Imperial soldier seemed to relax his guard a bit. After making a few feints without making a sound, he slowly walked up.

'Click click!'
The sound of a gun bolt suddenly rang out.

boom--!
A gunshot rang out, and the Imperial soldier was hit in the chest, tumbling down the stairs with a series of impacts before finally crashing onto the second-floor floor.

Mo Xiaomo finally breathed a sigh of relief, but still dared not make any rash moves.

Looking at the sky outside, the sun was about to set. If we could just hold out for a few more hours, with the cover of night, it would be a little safer.

After waiting for a while, there was no sound coming from inside the building.

Mo Xiaomo finally relaxed, but she didn't dare to go out and remained hidden behind the sofa. However, she excitedly chatted with the viewers in the live stream:

"Stalingrad is so exciting!"

"You have no idea how fast my heart was beating just now, oh my god."

"This is the first time I've encountered a situation like this."

Previously, the battlefield was all about mindless charging; this was the first time I'd ever been so cautious, tense, and exciting.

The live stream chat was filled with "6666" comments.

Mo Xiaomo opened the real-time map on the Polaris website and found the Stalingrad area.

It is clear that imperial influence had reached Stalingrad.

And it has already occupied a significant portion.

Looking at the map, Stalingrad is divided by the Volga River.

The left bank of the Volga River had been occupied by the Empire, while the right bank remained in the hands of the Soviet Union.

Mo Xiaomo looked out the window and shook her head to the viewers in the live stream to analyze her location. The hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live stream quickly located her position based on the view outside her window.

Looking at the scenery outside and the hints from her viewers in the live stream, Mo Xiaomo finally confirmed it:
"I should be at [Central Station] right now."

"There are quite a few troops around."

"So it seems I'm safe for now."

"Let me see"

"The Soviet Federation is constantly sending troops over from the other side of the river."

"hiss--"

"How badly will this fight go?" A comment floated across the live stream chat.

It's hard to say how badly it went, but it was definitely a terrible fight.

That's right, those who challenged the Order of Stalingrad were completely stunned.

[Some players started the challenge five minutes ago, then restarted, only to find themselves in the living room at the start, with the screen going black immediately.]

[Hilarious, is it really that bad?]

That's really terrible.

Mo Xiaomo looked outside and could see that there was fierce fighting inside some buildings, and that Imperial soldiers and Soviet soldiers were fighting and pulling at each other on the street.

For the first time, players on Earth had a concept of "urban warfare".

In previous battles in the game, even the Battle of Kiev did not achieve such resistance. However, in Stalingrad, a city that had already fallen by nearly half, the Empire could not occupy the entire city immediately because of the obstruction of a river.

This sparked a long and drawn-out battle.

The empire is continuously increasing its troops and searching every house.

Meanwhile, Soviet troops continued to cross the river, vying with Imperial soldiers for control of every house.

The fatal flaw is that these struggles are constantly repeating themselves.

A building might have just been captured by Imperial soldiers when Soviet reinforcements attacked. After it was recaptured, Imperial troops arrived outside the building and bombarded it relentlessly.

After everything was over, the newly arrived Soviet soldiers fought for control of the ruins.

They charged towards the Empire's armored forces amidst a hail of bullets.

Even if it's just ruins, the Empire will not let them have it.

Looking at the figures falling to the ground like wheat being harvested outside the window, Mo Xiaomo and the viewers in the live stream finally understood what was happening in the opening cutscene.

What does it mean that the average survival time for soldiers here is only 24 hours?

Because the casualties are truly visible to the naked eye, and they are happening non-stop.

The Battle of Stalingrad was just the beginning.
This significantly raised the bar for how cruel war can be for netizens on Earth.
Yu Feng left Mo Xiaomo's live stream, opened other live streams, looked around, and then came back.

at this time.

The five-layered split screen in the live stream room has completely shut down on the second floor, and only one screen remains on the third floor.

Now they are completely separated.

Yu Feng brought up the view outside the window and compared it with the exterior of Stalingrad, quickly finding his current location.

Mo Xiaomo's side was the Central Railway Station, located in the center of the area surrounded by Soviet troops, so the situation wasn't as intense.

And the location of their squad.

It is located southwest of Mamayev Kurgan, directly facing the Empire's 76th Division, where they are vying for control of the building with the Empire's troops.

Looking at the locations on the map, Yu Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

Other players who challenge the Order of Stalingrad are also here, on the front lines, fighting with Imperial soldiers for control of houses and buildings.

Regular players, like Mo Xiaomo, were assigned to slightly more rear positions.

Many players who didn't get the challenge were assigned to units to cross the Volga River and provide support, engaging in direct combat.

Currently, players can be roughly divided into these three categories.

The key point is that the mission of the Order of Stalingrad is to survive for 10 days.

Given such intense conflict on the front lines, surviving even 24 hours would be a miracle.

I went out to check on the other live streams for a short while, and then the screen went black on the second floor. I don't know if the remaining people can hold on.

Yu Feng then relayed what he had learned to everyone in the room.

At this point, the dozen or so people in the game were also helpless.

The second floor has been occupied by the Empire, there is only one person left on the third floor, and the enemies on the fourth and fifth floors have not been cleared out. Although there are many people, they dare not show themselves easily, and they are also unable to contact the first floor.

There weren't many people to begin with, and then it got split up even further.

The fourth and fifth floors will either hold their ground or move in unison with the first floor to attack the second and third floors, but the casualties are uncertain.

Fang Ming pondered for a moment, then realized there was nothing he could do about the situation, and could only give the order:
"Let's wait until it gets dark."

"Let's see if we can clear out the first floor. There are still enemies on the first floor, but we don't know where they are hiding."

The Imperial soldiers who had just exchanged fire with Fang Ming had long since disappeared, but they were definitely hiding in some room just like the others.

Seeing this, everyone could only wait.

as time flows.

Night slowly fell, plunging the entire city into darkness. No one dared to turn on the lights, for the city was teeming with 'enemies'.

Click!

The sound of shattering glass was particularly jarring in the silent city.

Fang Ming smashed the glass in the room, and the ear-piercing sound caused a commotion upstairs. Everyone knew there was an 'enemy,' but no one dared to come out.

Fang Ming looked at the broken glass, given the current visibility.

It's easy to climb over the wall and run out of here, but to come back, we'd have to "storm the building." There are only 5 people on the first floor, so storming the building is a bit of a stretch. After thinking for a while, Fang Ming, who was in the live streaming room, called on the other streamers to smash the glass together.

Amidst the crashing of glass, Fang Ming and another anchor on the first floor seized the opportunity to climb out.

They quietly left the building, clinging to the wall.

The two of them kept searching until they were several hundred meters away before finally letting out a sigh of relief. Fang Ming then scanned his surroundings:

"Find a high vantage point nearby."

"Let's see if there's any way to coordinate with the people inside the building to break out."

There was really no other way.

Fang Ming planned to lead his men to snipe outside, coordinating with the people inside the building to break out. Fang Ming and another streamer were searching for a suitable position in the dark on the edge of the street.

At this time, inside Stalingrad, due to aerial bombing...

Everywhere was piled-up building ruins. Fang Ming and his fellow Blue Star netizens, who had been wondering why they hadn't seen any Imperial armored forces, realized that with such a mountain of ruins, even tanks would have to drive over there.

The bombing destroyed Stalingrad.

However, it also brought considerable trouble to the Empire itself, as armored tanks could not get in and could only pile up infantry to be consumed.

Walking through the ruins.

There didn't seem to be any good vantage points around, except for a building not far away that looked decent. It was a four-story apartment building, and Fang Ming could vaguely make out its outline.
"This is a really good spot."

"Once we take over this building, then..."

Click!

Suddenly, the sound of a landmine rang out beneath my feet.

Fang Ming's face instantly turned extremely ugly. Damn it!

boom--! ! !
The two of them, along with the streamer next to them, had their screens go black.

The viewers in the live stream were all stunned.

[66666, one more fancy way to die.]

[Hilarious! I finally managed to escape, only to step on a landmine and die.]

This battlefield is too difficult; there are pits everywhere.

[To die at the hands of your own people, you really are something.]

What do you mean by "our own people"?

[This is Stalingrad. Would Imperial soldiers just lay landmines here for no reason? It was definitely Soviet soldiers who laid them, their aim being to kill Imperial soldiers.]

[Hilarious, is that really true?]

In the live broadcast room.

Fang Ming was also clutching his hair, thinking, "What the hell?! Me?!"

"Forget it, let's team up again."

"Take a look, see if we can launch a counterattack and take it down."

"Let's restart it."

There was nothing the others could do; so many had already died, and the few remaining were barely enough to survive.

After a quick discussion of tactics, the streamers on the fourth and fifth floors, as well as the first and third floors, began rushing out of their rooms and attacking each other.

Inside the dark room.

The muzzle flash of the submachine guns illuminated their faces, and blood splattered in the darkness.

The fourth floor was quickly cleared, the third floor's streamer's screen went black, and the fifth floor was still in the midst of a fierce battle.

At this time.

In the live stream, a towering flame suddenly burst into the distance outside the window, illuminating the darkness in an instant. The streamers and Imperial soldiers inside could clearly see the ferocious expressions on each other's faces.

Chu tu tu tu——

Bullets swept through, destroying everything inside the house.

Whether it's furniture or the body.

Boom! ! !

The deafening explosion followed a flash of light, and then came a few seconds later.

The massive impact caused everyone to stumble.

I turned my head inexplicably to look in the direction of the firelight. Then, in the gradually darkening room, the fierce battle continued. Gunshots and flashes of fire echoed throughout the building until the screen went completely black.

After exiting.

All the streamers were asking that question.

What just happened? Is there a live stream?

Yu Feng immediately set up a live stream.

They're from the Empire faction.

at this time.

Cheng Yu, the streamer from the Empire faction, felt the intense heat emanating from the towering peaks and broke out in a cold sweat. The surrounding Empire soldiers also wore solemn expressions, but unlike them, they were different.

They were NPCs and didn't know what would happen next, but Cheng Yu had watched this scene countless times when he was watching the CG.

He caught up with it?
Thinking of what was about to happen, Cheng Yu swallowed hard, gripped the machine gun tightly, and hid behind cover.

Looking ahead at the oil depot ablaze with flames.

The explosion that briefly illuminated the entire city of Stalingrad was caused by the explosion at an oil depot.

At this moment, many Blue Star players flooded into Cheng Yu's live stream.

"Hurrah—!!!!"

Amidst the raging flames, a roar suddenly resounded, followed by countless indistinct shouts of "Hurrah!" echoing from all directions.

Fire? Did it speak?
wrong!

The next second, Cheng Yu realized what was happening.

Amidst the raging flames, countless Soviet soldiers charged forward. A suffocating heatwave swept over them, causing Cheng Yu, behind the fortifications, to gasp for breath. But the charging Soviet soldiers did not stop.

Watching CG doesn't have the same impact as experiencing it firsthand.

At this moment, Cheng Yu had forgotten what he was supposed to do.

As the Soviet soldiers, their bodies ablaze with flames, charged forward, and the roar of the Imperial commander's orders echoed in his ears, surrounded by a defensive formation that was already beginning to crumble, Cheng Yu instinctively wanted to pull the trigger.

But it is already late.

The Soviet Federation soldier who had already rushed in front of him leaped high into the air, his figure engulfed in flames as he pounced down.

"Hurrah—!!!"

The screen went black, and the Imperial faction didn't even survive half a day. On the very first day, the intensity of the Battle of Stalingrad had already overwhelmed players from both sides of the Blue Star.

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(End of this chapter)