Mo Xiaomo was a bit stunned too, not knowing why the viewers were reacting so strongly, but seeing their reaction, she still looked around and said:
"Is this...actual history?"
"I see it’s labeled below, all the content above is part of the Chinese History Series."
"Maybe Polestar also found it absurd?"
"So they added such a label?"
"But is it really difficult for infantry to confront cavalry?"
"Why are you reacting like this?"
After a mont of silence in the livestream room, a comnt floated by:
[Infantry versus cavalry....how should I say this?]
[You’ve played ’World War II: Empire’s Rise’, right? You know about cavalry charging tanks? Cavalry is like that tank.]
Mo Xiaomo’s eyes widened:
"So I’m the one on the horse?"
"Oh—"
"The gap is quite big."
Now it’s simple enough to understand, Mo Xiaomo got it.
Then another comnt slowly drifted by:
[No....you’re the horse that gets directly run over by the tank.]
Mo Xiaomo’s eyes widened:
"Huh?!"
"You...?! Hey! The ga updated."
Mo Xiaomo’s attention was drawn back into the ga.
She clicked the update button, and a few seconds later, the ga finished installing the update, seeing the ’Battle of Stalingrad’ appear, Mo Xiaomo clicked start directly.
In any case, she didn’t need to challenge the ’Stalingrad dal’ so she was starting solo.
The screen flashed.
Like other National War Dungeons, a CG scene slowly appeared.
A dark grey tone began to color the scene.
What ca into view was a city devoured by artillery, with blackened ruins everywhere, the few remaining buildings could faintly be recognized as Stalingrad.
The view extended, overlooking the entire city.
Empty, silent, dead....
Slowly a few large words appeared
[This is the bloodiest battle in World War II history.]
[Here, the average survival ti for each soldier was only 24 hours.]
The scene switched, from the initial CG, Imperial Soldiers were standing ready, and then Soviet soldiers rushed out covered in flas, recklessly charging at the Imperial Soldiers.
Slowly, words appeared
[From the mont you step onto the banks of the Volga River, ’your’ life is approximately reduced to just one day, which will be your ’entire’ remaining life.]
The scene switched to a building where soldiers rushed out, but in an instant were shot down like sieves.
Slowly, a few words appeared
[Here, every house, every water tower, even every wall you want to use as cover, could be your burial site.]
The screen then slowly darkened, revealing a few large words.
[Battle of Stalingrad]
Mo Xiaomo entered the ga, greeted by a shattered house, with glass shards all over the floor, looking out through the window, it appeared to be at least four or five stories high.
Inside there was no sound, eerily quiet.
Mo Xiaomo looked down at the rifle in her hands, drawing a sigh of relief, she slowly cocked the rifle.
’Ka’!
As soon as she cocked it, there was a noise downstairs.
But then upon listening closely, there was no movent again, Mo Xiaomo swallowed hard, looking towards the staircase, stealthily hid behind the sofa, peeking at the stairway, while speaking to the audience:
"This CG is so oppressive."
"Also, will there be ghosts in this ga?"
"You guys heard that noise just now, right?!"
"Now it’s gone?!"
"So scary!!!"
On the other side.
Fang Ming, Yu Feng, and the others ford a team and entered the ga.
A total of fifty people, all at that ti connected, but not in-ga connected, instead everyone’s livestream room small screen was in other livestreams.
So just a glance at the bottom right corner, you could see fifty small sub-screens including yourself.
The screen flashed, these fifty people entered the ga.
At the mont of entering the ga.
Fang Ming imdiately analyzed the current location.
The outside view was from the first floor, position was the kitchen, there were footstep noises in the living room, unsure whether friend or foe, the team wasn’t together, but shouldn’t be far.
Because within the fifty small sub-screens of the livestream room, a quick scan showed an identical outside scenery but different floors.
Fang Ming glanced down at the weapon in his hands, a submachine gun.
Not cocked, outside footsteps were uncertain whether friend or foe, cocking would reveal himself, so Fang Ming didn’t cock it imdiately, instead, he quietly moved towards the living room.
Step by step, until reaching the kitchen door.
He peeked out.
In an instant, a head wearing a steel helt peeked from the side.
Fang Ming looked at the helt on the opponent’s head, while the soldier looked at the red star on Fang Ming’s cap...Fang Ming swiftly raised his gun, and the opponent instinctively dodged in shock.
But only the sound of ’ka ka’ cocking was heard.
The gun wasn’t cocked?
As the Imperial Soldier quickly realized, he halted his movent, but it was already too late.
Rat-tat-tat—!!!
Bullets from Fang Ming’s submachine gun instantly swept across the Imperial Soldier’s body, killing him imdiately.
And the mont the gunfire started.
Chaotic gunshots were also heard from upstairs, the fifty small sub-screens in the bottom right corner of the livestream room instantly blacked out by one-fifth, Fang Ming’s whole body bristled with fear.
What the hell?!
How many Imperial Soldiers are there in this building?!
Just as this thought flashed by.
Roll roll!
A grenade rolled out from behind the staircase, landed beside Fang Ming’s feet.
"Damn?!!!"
Fang Ming’s pupils contracted sharply, he took a chilly breath, twisted his body, and dashed into the kitchen.
Boom—!!!
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