The entire world was a hell of flas, only that ti it was over England.
But this ti....
It was over the Imperial capital, Berlin.
In such a situation, the anti-aircraft towers scattered throughout Berlin never ceased firing, and the piercing sirens wailed continuously.
Everything visible was being destroyed.
The most terrifying were those firebombs; in the perspectives of Yu Feng and Fang Ming, many soldiers on the ground were set ablaze by those firebombs.
They turned into moving flas, coming to a halt after a brief sprint, motionless.
Burned to death....
Yu Feng and Fang Ming commanded the anti-aircraft guns, firing nonstop, without knowing how long they had fought.
Until they ran out of ammunition, and the roaring in the sky slowly faded.
Yu Feng and Fang Ming slumped to the ground, seeing Berlin around them turned into ruins and flas, as the assault from the sky ceased.
But....
Yu Feng and Fang Ming looked into the distance.
Towards the outskirts.
The faint sounds of rumbling continued incessantly, the widespread fires in the suburbs seed to split the world in two, and it had not stopped there.
The battle... was just beginning.
...
On the other side.
The other side of Berlin.
On an identical anti-aircraft tower, but here they faced not the Soviet Union’s planes.
But the Soviet Union’s steel flood.
The enormous concrete anti-aircraft tower had beco the best vantage point.
No matter how the Soviet Union’s forces below bombarded it, it still stood on the ground.
Boom——!
A deafening sound erupted in Cheng Yu’s live streaming room.
He was the commander of this anti-aircraft tower, and the Soviet Union’s steel flood had already encircled from all directions, now only a few hundred ters away.
And Cheng Yu was above commanding the leveled anti-aircraft guns:
"Ten o’clock direction!"
"Open fire!"
The dual-mounted 128mm anti-aircraft guns at the top of the tower were now leveled, with the barrels stretching as much as possible downwards at an angle.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Shells fired one after another, tanks hundreds of ters away suddenly halted; their armor seed pierced, and Soviet Union soldiers leaped out from within.
Before they could get far.
The tank abruptly turned into a fireball.
Cheng Yu continued commanding the dual-mounted 128mm anti-aircraft guns to change direction, the chanical turning sound echoed, followed by more shells firing out.
From a bird’s-eye view.
The isolated concrete behemoth on the ground appeared to be making its final desperate struggle, although each move resulted in casualties, yet the tanks pressed on from all sides unceasingly.
Seeming to mock its death throes.
Soon enough.
Tanks had already closed in under the anti-aircraft tower, even though many tanks lay in the distance.
They had reached the doorstep.
Boom——!
A violent tremor was transmitted from the base of the anti-aircraft tower, numbing Cheng Yu’s feet above, yet there was no redy.
Clenching his teeth, he commanded his soldiers to fire at as many tanks as possible, until the mont the tanks below overran the anti-aircraft tower and stord inside.
In the Sky Shark Platform streaming room at this ti.
Many strears were watching the ’Battle of Berlin’ livestream.
The mode was a synchronized single-player [Imrsive Plot], and even with a few teammates, they could not reverse the tide, it was only the first day’s offensive.
Most of these strears ended up dying over and over.
Yet the Soviet Union’s advance showed no signs of halting.
In each streaming room.
There were strears hiding in shelters, watching the surrounding people continuously praying, feeling compelled to join in.
There were those on the frontline, repeatedly pushed back by the Soviet steel flood, continuously starting anew without any hope in sight.
The Imperial defeat had beco inevitable.
During the Empire’s peak, anti-aircraft towers were massively constructed to guard against the British Commonwealth’s air raids; now, they had beco Berlin’s last line of defense.
The anti-aircraft towers scattered across Berlin showed no reprieve from the start of the conflict.
Until they were bombed into ruins by the Soviet Union’s planes, blasted into wastelands by the Soviet steel flood, extinguishing one after another.
While the Soviet Union’s massive forces were closing in on the center of Berlin.
One day.
Two days.
...
...
Ten days.
Most of the anti-aircraft towers were destroyed, now the Imperial Camp’s strears within the plot, had started to use the streets and alleys to resist the Soviet Union forces.
The shift between attack and defense had beco easier.
The brutal urban warfare of Stalingrad was re-enacted here.
Only this ti the attackers and defenders were reversed.
At the center of Berlin.
Morning.
After forming trenches with the ruins of buildings.
Yu Feng and Fang Ming, along with so others, were hiding there; a soldier nearby found so cigarettes and began to smoke.
Yu Feng and Fang Ming also took one; at this mont, they had been lying in the Virtual Body Sensing Pod in reality for three days, while ten days had passed in the ga.
After ten days of fighting, they had resud six tis.
Yet now, they were still largely occupied by the Soviet Union forces in Berlin.
Yu Feng pulled up the ’real-ti map’.
At this mont, 80% of Berlin’s area was already covered by the Soviet Union forces’ colors.
And at the center.
The Congress Hall, which was only three kiloters away, was about to be clashed by the Soviet Union forces.
Yu Feng and Fang Ming shifted their streaming perspective, taking a couple of drags from the ’Earth’s’ cigarette, feeling the fiery sensation invigorating them, quite strong....
Yu Feng checked the ammunition and said to Fang Ming:
"Let’s head to the Congress Hall later."
"There’s no point defending here anymore."
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