The game is only half finished, and the entire internet is begging for an update!

After the sun set, the battlefield did not quiet down; in fact, the distant artillery fire became even clearer.

Gao Chi glanced at the quiet wall on the right and really didn't want to stay at this crossroads any longer.

With each additional hand raised, a stretcher would be brought to the right.

This job is so uncomfortable!

"Forget it, I'm quitting."

"I think I'll go up there and try to reason with the Germans!"

The comments section immediately started flooding with messages.

Is your way of reasoning with Germans to show them your birthdate?

[Wow, even after dying ten times in a row, the streamer still thinks he's cut out for fighting.]

"Come on."

"I'm a second lieutenant now, with plenty of combat experience, and I should have quite a few men under my command. I should be a high-level player now, so it's a bit of a waste for me to continue standing here as a traffic warden."

As soon as Gao Chi finished speaking, hurried footsteps came from the end of the road.

A communications soldier ran quickly along the line of wounded soldiers, and upon seeing the second lieutenant's rank on Peter's chest, immediately stopped in front of him and saluted.

"Report!"

"The village on the east side is under attack!"

"The defenses near the church are short-staffed; all combat-ready troops are to proceed to their aid immediately!"

After finishing his sentence, the communications soldier continued running backward, searching along the way for other officers who could still participate in the battle.

Gao Chi's eyes lit up immediately.

"Did you hear me?"

"The mission has begun!"

He led Peter out of the fork in the road, and several soldiers who were originally responsible for maintaining order nearby also looked at him.

Two soldiers had already picked up their rifles, while several others stood by the roadside waiting. Peter's insignia quickly drew them together, and even a lightly wounded soldier who had just had his wound treated joined the group.

There were eight people in total.

The equipment is somewhat disorganized.

Gao Chi looked through them one by one.

This is already very good! He led his team to catch up with the soldiers heading to the village.

It was completely dark by now.

Most of the houses on both sides of the road were unlit, with only the burning villages in the distance illuminating the sky. Every now and then, flares would rise into the air, illuminating the fields, roads, and the soldiers moving along the way.

Gao Chi is much more stable now than when he first started playing.

His more than ten deaths didn't turn him into a sharpshooter, but at least they taught him which places were relatively safe.

Soon, when the group arrived at the village on the east side, a battle had already broken out in the street.

Several houses near the church were burning, their brick walls and roofs riddled with holes from artillery fire. British soldiers were scattered along both sides of the street, using houses, walls, and abandoned vehicles to hold off the approaching enemy.

The flare went out just as it was going off.

The entire village quickly went dark, with only clusters of gun muzzle flashes flickering in the darkness.

Gao Chi did not lead anyone to rush towards the main street.

He glanced at the dense gunfire in front of him, then decisively slipped into the alley to his left. The eight soldiers behind him followed suit and entered a two-story house facing the street.

Just as the group dispersed, hurried footsteps echoed downstairs.

The enemy troops have already circled into the alley.

Gao Chi controlled Peter to lie down at the window and aim his rifle at the street.

Nearby soldiers occupied another window and the stairwell, while soldiers with light machine guns propped their guns against the half-collapsed brick wall.

New flares were launched.

Several enemy soldiers had just rushed out from behind the wall.

"You don't even know what to do, do you?"

"I'll go first!"

Gao Chi pulled the trigger, and a burst of bullets swept across the street.

The person at the front fell down immediately.

Light machine guns followed immediately, and dense bullets swept across the street, forcing the soldiers behind to retreat back behind the wall.

"Hit!"

"Did you guys see that? I can actually hit people now!"

This time, Gao Chi didn't rush to chase after them.

He changed his magazine and continued to stand guard at the window. When the enemy approached from the back door, the soldiers at the stairwell opened fire first, and the two sides clashed across the corridor.

This battle lasted for more than two hours.

Gunfire continued throughout the village, while British positions kept retreating towards the church.

Of the eight soldiers Gao Chi initially brought, three also fell in houses and streets.

The remaining five people followed Peter and retreated to the back of the church.

Gao Chi glanced at the group behind him.

"I hadn't even fully recognized their faces before three of them were gone from the group."

As the sky gradually turned grayish-white, the whistle for retreat finally sounded in the village.

The remaining troops abandoned the church and continued to retreat towards Dunkirk along the rear road.

Gao Chi, along with five surviving soldiers, followed the group and didn't arrive at a temporary command post at the front until the morning.

The game time has reached the second day.

The so-called command post was just a warehouse whose roof had been ripped off by artillery fire.

Ordinary soldiers were left outside to rest and recuperate.

As Peter reached the door, the soldiers on guard glanced at his second lieutenant rank and immediately made way for him.

Gao Chi clearly sensed that there was indeed a difference in the status of military officers.

Previously, he could only follow the team and know what was happening in front of him. Now, by entering this warehouse, he can finally get in touch with the situation of the entire war zone.

A map of the area surrounding Dunkirk was laid out on the table.

Several newly drawn defensive lines have been crossed out with pencil, and new defensive positions are constantly moving closer to the coast.

Gao Chi controlled Peter to walk to the side of the map.

The game screen then displayed the general situation of each defensive line.

The most striking aspect is the progress of the beach evacuation.

The next wave of evacuation vessels is expected to arrive at 14:30.

[Estimated passenger capacity: 4860 people]

[Current number of people awaiting evacuation: over 304,000]

[To date, more than 18,700 people have been successfully evacuated.]

Gao Chi stared at the last two lines of numbers, remaining silent for a long time.

"How many?"

"Three hundred thousand and four thousand?"

He thought he was seeing things, so he moved a little closer.

The numbers remain unchanged.

Only more than 18,000 people have been successfully evacuated, while more than 300,000 are still waiting.

"So many people needed to be evacuated?"

"How many people are there in my hometown town?"

"I was standing on the beach and saw that there were people all around me. I thought most of them had already boarded the boat."

Gao Chi glanced at the time.

It was nearly noon the next day.

The first day is over.

Nearly half of the second day had passed, but only a little over 18,000 people had left the beach.

Although Gao Chi is a food deliveryman, he still knows basic arithmetic.

"This is way too slow!"

"The next wave of ships is coming, carrying over 4,800 people. That sounds like a lot, but there are 300,000 on the beach!"

"At this rate, even if they transport 10,000 people a day, it will only take six days to reach 60,000!"

"What to do with the remaining two hundred thousand? Leave it in France to form a new country? Would France agree to that?"

The viewers in the live stream were stunned; they never expected that becoming an officer would allow them to see so much data directly.

[Damn, this retreat is way too slow!]

[Nonsense! The port was bombed, large ships couldn't dock, so they could only transport goods to the larger ships in small boats, wave after wave. How could that be fast?]

Three hundred thousand people! They're all sitting ducks, so many people must have died!

Is it really possible to evacuate completely in seven days? I feel like this is an unsolvable problem.

The crucial point is that they also lack air superiority; this is truly disastrous!

[With troops continuing to retreat from the front lines, the number of people waiting to be evacuated will only increase.]