We promised to develop a game called Candy Crush, what the hell is the Third Reich?

Chapter 61 Thousands of Fighter Planes Take Off

At this time in the [Battle of Britain] copy.

Ever since the Empire's bombing squadron bombed London, both sides in the game have been retaliating by bombing each other's capitals for more than half a month.

In the player forum, some players have already made a rough estimate.

up to now.

In London alone, more than 16 square kilometers of urban area were destroyed, and the losses suffered by other southern ports and industrial cities were incalculable. The number of houses destroyed alone reached more than 60.

The number of people who died in the bombing, as counted by players scattered across the Federation, has reached 100,000.

This kind of casualties is simply unimaginable in the eyes of Blue Star players.

No matter how cruel the ancient wars recorded in the books were, they are just numbers recorded, without any specific feelings.

This time, the [Battle of Britain] multiplayer online dungeon is completely different from the immersive plot and [Normandy Landing] battles experienced before. This is the first-person perspective of Blue Star players, watching how the war escalates step by step.

From the initial bombing of ports to industrial centers, air raids continued.

Then London was bombed, the situation escalated, and both sides launched air strikes on each other's capitals. During this period, statistics show that more than 600,000 houses were destroyed and more than 100,000 people were killed.

Among them, the Blue Star players also contributed a lot of deaths. Some of them were unlucky and were killed seven or eight times in less than a month.

Let the Blue Star players truly feel the cruelty of war.

I wondered if those war fanatics were to deceive me to the end and if someone really started a riot, would the scene here be the scene of Blue Planet in the future?
in the game.

London.

In the destroyed city.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, black smoke was burning in the ruined buildings, and corpses were lying on the ground everywhere, with no one to collect them.

A random broadcaster who had been assigned the role of doctor, carrying a damaged medical kit, finished bandaging a civilian. He looked up at the people struggling to crawl out of the rubble and couldn't help but sigh heavily.

"Brothers, can you feel the helplessness of saving more and more wounded people?"

"It's impossible to save him. It's impossible to save him at all."

"Some died while still waiting in line, some simply died instantly, and sometimes, after spending a long time bandaging a hundred people, Imperial bombers flew over from the sky."

"In the blink of an eye, you have two to three thousand more wounded soldiers, and the ground is littered with charred corpses."

“It’s really killing me.”

"Fortunately, this is just a game. I can't imagine what the world would be like if something like this happened on our planet."

Barrages of comments floated across the live broadcast room.

[Don't panic, you will die without any pain.]

[What the above person said is correct. The reason why this game is so miserable is because technology is not advanced enough. Therefore, many people can neither live nor die. It looks very miserable.]

"Based on our Blue Planet's technology, the Federation could easily level the city with anything they throw at it. You'd leave without any pain at all."

[Yes, this is also the reason why the six federations restrain each other.]

If it really were like in this game, with London and Berlin bombed and both sides engaging in head-on fighting, it might be the end of the world on Blue Planet.

At this time,
The host, who is a doctor, looked at the next injured person.

A middle-aged man was dragged over by three children. His eyes were tightly closed, his chest was motionless, and his blackened face was pale. The three children looked nervously at the anchor, who was a doctor.
"Doctor, can you save our dad?"

"He looked like he was asleep, but he usually snores."

The anchor, who is a doctor, took a deep breath:
"Let's drag it aside first."

"Let your dad have a good sleep."

"next."

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the other side.

Imperial Camp. Air Force Base.

Accompanied by the commander's angry roar.

Wei Ze walked out of the office, but the medal representing his military rank had been torn off.

Walking out of the base building and heading towards the dormitory.

Countless pilots passing by had surprised looks in their eyes, not understanding why this squadron leader who had just been promoted because of his technical skills was suddenly dismissed. The team members who knew the inside story were silent.

In the corner of the cafeteria.

The new member was confused as to why everyone in this squadron was so strange, and looked at the lazy man Willy:
"Uh Willy, why do I feel like the atmosphere in the team is a little off?"

"And this is the fifth time the captain has been criticized in the three days since I joined, right?"

"The captain hasn't been on a mission in a week."

"I heard from others that the captain is very angry."

"Even you guys are criticized for not being able to drop all the ammunition you're carrying. Why is that?"

"You are the heroic squadron that bombed London. What happened?"

Willy listened to the newcomer's words and remained silent for a long time. He put his hands on his head and scratched it:
"Well, I don't know how to tell you."

"Probably because Trek bombed London and was called a hero."

"But do you know what the price is?"

The newcomer was a little confused and said:
"as a result of?"

"What consequences could this have?"

Willy looked depressed, and his tone was full of regret:
"Probably the captain's parents and sister, who lost their lives in the Federation's revenge bombing."

"That's a very cute little girl."

"I write letters to the captain every week. The crooked handwriting looks so cute. Every time he sends me a letter, he also brings a lot of delicious food, which he generously shares with us."

"Oh no!!!"

Bang!

Willy pounded his fist on the table in regret and annoyance, his face full of pain:

"What the hell did we do?!"

"damn it!"

“I shouldn’t have gotten lost that day!!!”

Looking at the painful Willy, the newcomer didn't know what to say.

How does this count? A damn war?
At this time.

The emergency assembly whistle sounded, and the messenger ran into the cafeteria:
"Everyone, return to your posts immediately."

"Prepare for a bombing mission."

The orders will not give people time to suffer, they are still issued as usual
This time, the Empire mobilized its air force on a large scale, gathering more than 200 fighter jets and more than 600 bombers in a very short period of time. The scale of this also shocked the players watching the live broadcast.

Is the Empire going to destroy London at all costs?

London also responded quickly, quickly organizing a large number of fighter jets.

But in terms of number, it is only half of the empire.

Thousands of fighter jets from both sides have taken off and are flying towards a certain place.

The news of this sudden scene in the game spread quickly, causing many players who were at work to secretly open Tiansha Live on their mobile phones and switch back and forth between the perspectives of the anchors of the two camps.

The two sides' perspectives were getting closer and closer.
(End of this chapter)