Looking at the current ga’s plot ti, it is still more than a month until it happens.
However, because the United States of Arica is not participating in this war at the mont, and the Asian Region battlefield is not open, regardless of whether it is the Federation Camp or the Imperial Camp.
No player can trigger the task to unlock the[Pacific Theater].
Zhao Ming opened the system’s[Earth Database]and exchanged several docunts and film CGs of the[Pearl Harbor Surprise Attack]to prepare as a new data update.
By updating the official website, releasing CG materials, the[Pacific Theater]is unlocked.
Input the data to AI and let it independently call the photon supercomputing cluster for deductions.
Not only is the[Pacific Theater]about to be unlocked,
The ga’s tiline is also approaching the[Red Square parade], Zhao Ming opened up so battlefield areas again, and after the[Red Square parade].
It will no longer be just Blue Star players in simple confrontation; after all, the Battle of Moscow is so brutal, Blue Star players must at least experience it.
Mutual confrontation is rely to acquaint them with the combat command process, now it should be almost ready, just wait for it to be opened at the[Red Square parade].
After all, the Emotion Value is sothing that must be gathered.
...
A few days later in the ga.
Celestial Shark Live, ga area.
[Live streaming the Red Square parade! Co quickly!!!]
Lots of live stream rooms with such titles scattered around, many viewers thought it was just a gimmick, rely squeezing a spot in Moscow’s Red Square.
However, clicking in, they found that the hosts were actually in the parade team?!
All the barrage in the live stream were question marks.
[???]
[How did the host do it? Teach !]
[Wow, is this even possible?]
[Is the host in the militia phalanx?]
[No, why is this starting differently from ours?]
In the live stream room, the host Xu Jie looked at the barrage and explained:
"The battlefields opened in this ga are synchronized with the tiline."
"So now the ti has reached the[Red Square parade]here, my start was entirely randomly selected, there’s no specific thod."
"Those who haven’t started yet can try."
"Co in and see if you can randomly get into the parade team."
Saying this, Xu Jie turned and looked around, speaking to the live stream:
"I am here in the militia phalanx."
"Correct, this is the phalanx that assists regular troops, rushing with Molotov cocktails."
"Currently, I’ve just received information and was temporarily assembled."
"The official parade ti should be tomorrow."
"Which is November 7th."
"This phalanx was previously only shown as a photo in CG materials; there was no detailed ending."
"I think this ti I should be able to see with everyone how this team fights to the end."
This statent caused quite a stir.
The[Red Square parade]CG scene is still vivid for Blue Star players, but at the end, Polestar only left a photo and a[Surviving: 0 people]number.
Did not provide a complete outco, only knowing that all sacrificed.
Now with the host randomly placed in these phalanxes, it seems possible to see the outco of these troops; many viewers began to search everywhere.
Found other student phalanx, tank phalanx, and other live streams.
At one ti.
The popularity of these live stream rooms continues to rise, although each live stream is in a different scene, the ga progress is the sa, equivalent to watching from different angles.
At this mont, the[Red Square parade]has not yet begun, rely assembled.
But it can be confird that the parade is tomorrow.
Xu Jie stood in the team, listening to the phalanx commander in the front explaining various things, tomorrow’s entrance ti and combat tasks.
After a while.
With the dismissal, everyone can also rest for a while, preparing for tomorrow’s parade.
Many workers and students in the team just returned to the house, not aning to go out.
But Xu Jie walked out of the courtyard, onto Moscow’s streets; at this mont, the city is sowhat desolate, but still looks peaceful.
However... Imperial troops have reached outside Moscow.
After strolling for a while.
Xu Jie found that the pedestrians on the street were all in a hurry, revealing a bit of oppression.
Standing in place, Xu Jie did not know where to go, so he opened his mouth to ask the viewers in the live stream:
"Brothers, did any of you restart in Moscow before?"
"Is there anything here..."
Suddenly.
His gaze was attracted to a figure in the distance.
Across the road, a Soviet girl in heavy military uniform was walking quickly towards a photo studio, followed by a man in his fifties or sixties calling:
"Anna! Anna!!!"
However, the girl ignored it, walking straight into the photo studio.
The Soviet uncle seed to have so problem with his leg and quickly followed, Xu Jie stood there smacking his lips:
"I feel like there’s a story here?"
"Should I go and ask later?"
The Blue Star viewers in the live stream room so agreed, so felt it was boring.
[You can ask, I think there’s a story too.]
[There’s no story here, surely the girl wants to join the army, her father doesn’t allow it.]
[It’s not wrong not to allow it, who wishes their child to go die?]
[Alas... parents all over the world are the sa, poor souls.]
[If it were my daughter, I wouldn’t want her to go die either.]
[Seen such plots many tis, nothing interesting, host better tour Moscow, it might be bombed in a few days.]
[Not necessarily, all ga plots are different, what if it’s hidden plot?]
Xu Jie looked at the barrage and thought for a mont:
"Wait a bit."
"Anyway, there’s nowhere to go, might as well go take a photo."
Saying this, he rembered sothing, touched his pocket, breathed a sigh of relief:
"Luckily there’s money."
"Almost couldn’t go."
Saying it, he walked towards the photo studio, as soon as he pulled open the photo studio door, he heard an anxious voice from a Soviet uncle inside:
"You’re a woman!"
However, a cold female voice replied:
"I graduated as a war nurse."
The Soviet uncle’s voice sounded again:
"But you’re my only one."
A cold female voice paused for a mont before replying:
"This is war, Dad."
The brief dialogue already made Xu Jie and the live stream viewers roughly understand the story.
Xu Jie quietly walked into the room, and the photographer behind the cara nodded at him, then looked towards the father and daughter pair.
This ti, the father said nothing more, just stood by his daughter’s side.
’Click!’
A photo was taken, and then the girl nad Anna walked out, followed by the silent father.
After the two left, Xu Jie was a bit puzzled:
"Did they... just leave directly?"
He didn’t see them pay, nor leave an address. They ca in one after the other; does the photographer know them?
The photographer at the photo studio said:
"That girl doesn’t intend to co back alive, her husband died on the battlefield, so..."
The photographer sighed, then pointed to a photo on the wall:
"That’s the one."
Upon hearing this, Xu Jie turned and glanced over, then fell silent.
The young man in the photo was not particularly tall, but wore a military uniform and had a resolute gaze. The girl beside him didn’t look like she was wearing a military uniform just now.
She was wearing a sumr dress, standing next to the young man. The ti in the photo didn’t match the current Moscow climate, it should have been a few months ago.
Xu Jie didn’t know what to say, so he asked:
"How was the news of his death confird?"
"A notice from the state?"
The photographer shook his head and said:
"In the current Soviet Union, who has the energy to count who’s dead and who’s not."
"The unit her husband was in was completely wiped out."
As he talked, the photographer fiddled with the cara, after adjusting it, he said:
"Alright, stand in front of the lens."
Xu Jie nodded and walked to the position where the girl and father had just taken their picture, suddenly rembering sothing, he felt his pocket and said:
"How much for one photo?"
"I don’t know if I have enough."
The photographer looked at Xu Jie, who was in military uniform:
"Which unit are you from?"
Xu Jie replied:
"Well... the militia formation, I can’t exactly say which one."
The photographer nodded:
"Participating in the parade tomorrow, huh."
"Then pay when you co back."
Xu Jie opened his mouth:
"I might not have the ti afterwards because right after it ends...."
The photographer said:
"That’s why I said, pay when you return."
"Besides, I can’t develop the photo for you right now; it takes ti."
"So you have to wait until you co back to pick it up, then I can give you the photo."
"You can pay then."
As he spoke, he pointed to the photos on the wall:
"These are all the sa."
"They can’t pick them up after taking them, so they have to temporarily leave them with ."
Xu Jie nodded, smiled and said:
"I see."
"Thanks then."
As he stood there, the photographer directed him:
"Lean a bit to the left, yes."
"Show a little smile."
"Good, just like that."
Click!
The sound of the cara captured the mont, and the photographer looked up and said:
"That’s a nice smile, I think it should hang right in the center when developed."
Xu Jie’s expression was strange:
"Won’t that be a bit odd?"
"Better to hang it on the side."
The photographer chuckled and said:
"Alright, I’ll respect your opinion."
Xu Jie walked to the wall of photos, looked at the countless photos, and turned to ask:
"Could you introduce these to ?"
"These...."
The photographer nodded:
"Of course."
"Finally soone to share with, each of these photos holds a story, I’ve been dying to tell them."
"Look at this one."
The photographer pointed to a wedding photo.
Only the background of the photo wasn’t great, it was a stack of sandbags, with a group of refugees cautiously watching the cara.
The bride in the photo held flowers, the groom beside her wore a brand new military uniform.
"It was a wedding in a bomb shelter; I was the wedding photographer. The wedding was going normally until an Imperial attack forced everyone into the bomb shelter."
"The day after the photo was taken, the groom went to the battlefield, and no one heard from him again."
Xu Jie nodded and asked:
"What about the bride?"
"Did she not co to pick up the photo, went to the battlefield as well?"
The photographer shook his head and sighed:
"The bride was killed in an Imperial air raid a week after the wedding."
Xu Jie winced, and the viewers on Celestial Shark Live felt a tug in their hearts.
The photographer then looked at the photo next to it.
The photo showed a soldier with his family, the father in old Tsarist Russia military uniform, the mother holding an ash urn draped with a party flag.
The photographer explained that the urn belonged to the soldier’s brother who had died in action, while a little girl not even as tall as the adults’ legs held a wooden gun towards the lens....
Unfortunately, just three hours after this photo was taken.
The soldier’s unit was destroyed outside of Moscow by the Empire, and the family’s whereabouts beca unknown.
Photo by photo, the photographer told the stories in his heart, while the viewers from Blue Star felt the fervor of patriotic emotions.
It seed the photographer hadn’t had a proper conversation with anyone in a long ti, and he spoke tirelessly, while Xu Jie and the viewers from Celestial Shark Live were absorbed in the stories behind each photo.
Outside.
Night had fallen.
Sowhere along the way, the sky over Moscow had begun to snow heavily, covering the spires of the Kremlin in white. The whole city fell into silence, all preparing for tomorrow’s parade.
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