The voice of the man in the slightly bloated military uniform echoed in the office filled with an aura of solemnity.
The room was unusually silent.
The man behind the desk raised his hand to stroke the slightly faded world map on the table.
A few seconds later.
"Then I will wait for your good news."
"Our Air Force Marshal."
The man in the military uniform, with his back to the angle of view, confidently assured:
"Don’t worry, Supre Leader."
"The skies of London will belong to the Empire, just like Paris."
Extrely arrogant, contemptuous words ca from the man’s mouth.
As if the British Commonwealth across the ocean was a paper tiger that could be smashed with a punch.
But no one would think this is wrong... including the viewers in the live broadcast room.
Because the Empire’s combat strength is evident to all.
The angle continues to zoom out and shrink.
The entire Berlin appears in the fra, just like the arrangent of the Supre Leader’s room.
At this ti, the entire city of Berlin also exuded a murderous aura.
The entire Empire seed like a war machine, operating tirelessly.
The next second.
The scene abruptly switches.
Still at high altitude, but the towering tower below already reveals where this is.
Paris.
The city that was just occupied by the Empire.
The angle continues to zoom closer.
The streets, becoming clearer and clearer, co into the view of everyone in the live broadcast room.
The Imperial Army moves neatly through the city, patrolling Imperial Soldiers cover every corner of Paris, their faces full of pride, while the fearful expressions of the populace in the rooms beside the streets make them hold their heads high.
The scene switches.
A magnificent palace complex appears in CG.
The Palace of Versailles.
This place is also occupied by the Empire, soldiers stand guard everywhere.
And on the square in front.
A well-known Imperial commander to many players, Guderian, is sitting on a three-wheeled motorcycle, adjusting sothing.
A man in the sa Imperial uniform sits in the sidecar of the motorcycle, looking at Guderian’s adjustnts with so unease:
"Isn’t it?"
"What are you adjusting? Why not call a chanic?"
Guderian twists the throttle, feeling the roar of the motorcycle:
"What are you joking about?"
"I’m a professional at chanics, the sa goes for motorcycles."
"Don’t worry."
"I’ve got it adjusted, the horsepower of this motorcycle is now at its maximum."
"Get ready, Roml."
"I’m going to start up now."
Roml can’t help but palm his forehead and grab the handle next to him:
"Alright, I’m ready."
"Racing at the Palace of Versailles, you sure know how to do it."
Guderian laughed and said:
"You will fall in love with this feeling."
"When the Empire fights to London, I want to do a few laps at Buckingham Palace."
The motorcycle started, the roar of the engine echoed in the empty square in front of the Palace of Versailles.
At this ti, a voice sounded.
"Don’t forget to call when the ti cos."
"I want to experience the feeling of racing at Buckingham Palace."
Roml and Guderian turned their heads to look.
The staff officer of the Army Group, Manstein, had sohow walked over, and the vehicle sank as Manstein directly sat on the motorcycle:
"Let’s go, our master of armor."
Guderian twisted the throttle, smiling:
"Hold tight!!!"
It was clearly the most ordinary three-wheeled motorcycle of the Imperial Army, but under Guderian’s operation, it exploded with a beast-like roar, sprinting across the square like an arrow leaving the string.
In the blink of an eye, it reached the end of the square, and Guderian didn’t slow down a bit but manipulated the handlebars to veer to one side.
The sidecar and wheel beside him were already airborne.
"Hey hey! It’s going to flip!"
"Hahaha, I already told you, I’m a professional, it won’t turn over!"
"I heard Buckingham Palace square is even bigger, we can have a motorcycle race then."
"Hahaha, that’s a good suggestion."
"How about it? As I said, you’ll fall in love with this feeling."
"I’m going to accelerate!!!"
The screen gradually zooms out and shrinks, and Guderian’s reckless driving stuns the viewers in the live broadcast, making them feel dazed and questioning whether the filter of the famous Imperial general has shattered. Is a man a boy until his death?
However, from the conversations in Berlin, and the generals occupying Paris here.
One can see the mindset of the Imperial authority now, filled with utmost confidence, with the whole world seemingly within their grasp.
The screen continues to zoom out.
Until the continental plates of ’Earth’ are displayed before everyone in the live broadcast.
Then the perspective locks onto the British Commonwealth’s border, continuously zooming in.
A train station appears in the fra.
The train slowly pulls into the station, and compared to the Imperial soldiers on the other side of the ocean, the soldiers of the British Commonwealth inside the train are dejected, covered in mud, sitting on their seats, not daring to look at the people outside the train.
The carriage is silent.
Dong dong!
The window is knocked from the outside, and the soldiers hiding inside dare not look.
The train slowly starts again.
At this mont.
The sound of clinking bottles cos from outside.
The soldier slowly turns his head and sees an old man in a suit outside the window, holding two bottles of beer, gesturing for the soldier to open the window and take them. The soldier, sowhat bewildered, takes the beer, and the old man outside gives them a thumbs-up.
And inside the station, the children chase after the train, their eyes full of admiration as they cheer for their return, waving and saluting.
The soldier looks at all of this in disbelief.
And such scenes are playing out everywhere in the Federation.
The cara pans to a high-altitude view.
Then zooms in and switches to London, where dark clouds gather.
Seemingly indicating the Federation’s demise.
In a dimly lit office, an old man in a suit silently smokes a cigar, watching the clock on the wall until the hand slowly reaches a certain point.
The old man finally reacts.
Seemingly making a decision, he stands up, puts on his hat, and walks out of the office.
Soon.
A black car drives out from there, heading towards the British Commonwealth Parliant.
The old man inside the car watches the people outside running in the rain, lost in thought.
A mont later.
The car door suddenly opens, and the old man, without an umbrella, ignores the chauffeur’s calls and walks straight into the rainy subway station.
Watching this scene.
The viewers in the live broadcast have already realized that this is the very beginning of the ga’s CG!
The opening CG speech was born in such a context?
Then, just like the opening CG.
The old man in the subway, asking that question, receives the answer of never surrendering, fighting to the end.
Even the little girl, only a few years old, shouts:
"Never."
The Pri Minister’s eyes are resolute, walking out of the subway station, heading towards the Parliant.
The screen turns dark.
There are only the pounding on the table sound and the old man’s impassioned voice:
"A large part of Europe’s land and famous ancient nations have already fallen under the rule of the Third Empire."
"..."
"..."
"We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas, we shall fight in the skies with gathered forces!"
"..."
"..."
"We! Shall never surrender!!!"
Then there is a huge cheer.
The darkened screen gradually displays a few large characters.
[Battle of Britain]
Then slowly disappears, and the ga’s CG completely ends.
The ga screen appears in Bai Xiang and the viewers’ eyes in the live broadcast, Bai Xiang is now able to control the character, but like the viewers in the live broadcast, still hasn’t recovered from the CG.
The Empire’s arrogance and disdain, the Federation’s resilience and resistance.
All are impacting the minds of Blue Star players.
It’s hard to imagine this is a ga CG, so even feel that if this ga’s story were made into a movie, it would be fantastic.
Why only make this CG?
Can’t let Old Thief Zhao make a movie?!
Countless viewers roar inwardly.
And for the upcoming plot developnt, expectations grow ever higher.
Bai Xiang, anwhile, has co back to his senses.
He begins to look around, wondering where he is.
Only to find out that the town before him is still the town where his ga update took place, a port town in the south of the British Commonwealth, where he has been stationed ever since retreating from Dunkirk:
"Hmm?"
"Why am I still here?"
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