Polestar Ga Company.
Inside the office.
Shen Qinghan looked at Zhao Ming, sitting in the boss’s chair with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, and then glanced at Zhao Ming’s eccentric comnts on the phone. It’s hard to imagine they were from the sa person.
However....
It seems that no one knows what Zhao Ming looks like by now?
Shen Qinghan thought inexplicably for a mont and then realized.
It’s true....
Shen Qinghan shook his head and got up to walk out:
"You focus on your work. Call if you need anything."
Zhao Ming didn’t even look up:
"Alright~"
Shen Qinghan felt a bit speechless and turned his head:
"Act normal."
Otherwise, it looks like you’re being dishonest....
Zhao Ming cleared his throat, put down his phone, and said seriously:
"Alright, Senior Sister."
Made a gesture inviting her to leave.
Shen Qinghan gave Zhao Ming a blank look and then walked out with her long legs tapping ’tad-tad’.
anwhile, the players who just finished the exhilarating Battle of Britain.
Were about to rush into a new battlefield.
But no one told them... this ti they’re not playing as the Pri Minister.
...
...
Four days later.
Celestial Shark Live, Gaming Zone.
Fang Ming’s live room.
It was just a few minutes away from the 10 o’clock update announced on Polestar Gas Official Website.
Fang Ming was waiting in the room, not teaming up with other strears like Yu Feng. The other half of the live room was occupied by Shi Jun’s live room, as he wanted to see how amazing this military expert was:
"Guys, the ga is about to update."
"Just watch Blitz the Empire."
"I’ve thoroughly studied the recordings from Mo Xiaomo’s other live room, and I can now consider myself a small Blitzkrieg master."
The chat was filled with sarcasm.
[You’re already the 173rd small Blitzkrieg master on Celestial Shark Live.]
[Keeping it low-key, huh? Doesn’t seem like Fang the Dog’s character.]
[Hahaha, isn’t the real master the one streaming live?]
[...That’s hilarious, are you talking about Shi Jun?]
[Yes, the entire internet is watching this master, wondering how to counter Blitzkrieg.]
[Being called a military expert, he should have so skill. Hopefully, Old Thief Zhao won’t crash and burn this ti.]
[He has no skills. He’s just playing strategy gas. I could do it too.]
[As long as we all lose, right?]
[Hahaha, you get !]
Fang Ming didn’t care about the sarcasm and said:
"If soone is called an expert, they must have expert-level abilities."
"But if he’s playing as the Commander, does that an the Polish Pri Minister is a native NPC?"
"The native NPC Pri Minister in the background held out for 36 days, right?"
"Stronger than many players."
"But don’t worry, this ti I’m the Pri Minister. I must... no wait, Blitz Empire!"
Chat erupted in collective taunt:
[That’s hilarious, you let it slip, right?]
[If you can last thirty days, then you’re aweso.]
[For Blitzkrieg Poland, let’s watch the master instead.]
[Hey! It’s starting!]
Just as they were speaking.
In Fang Ming’s live room, there was no movent in his ga, and the update option hadn’t appeared. There were still three minutes left until ten o’clock.
anwhile, on the other half of the screen, Shi Jun’s live room was already updating. It was probably the only one online updating early into the ga.
As the progress bar on Shi Jun’s side completed.
Next to the main page’s [Imrsive Storyline], a button for [Blitzkrieg Poland] appeared.
Shi Jun clicked right in.
The screen flashed.
Shi Jun entered the ga. As the screen lit up, a huge military command post ca into view. A map hung on the wall, clearly indicating they had arranged a commander’s identity for him.
Simultaneously, a prompt appeared, informing him of the Imperial Army’s location and when they planned to cross the border for an attack.
Seeing these prompts, Shi Jun snorted with disdain, looking down on him?
Shi Jun glanced around and then walked outside, imdiately frowning:
"Why are there so few people?"
He pushed open the command post doors to see squads of soldiers lined up on the open ground, but these soldiers didn’t appear nurous, far from the forces a commander should control.
The chat burst out.
[That’s hilarious, no wonder Zhao Ming was so confident, this is what he’s doing?]
[No cheating, but just this many people? How do you expect to win?!]
[Tch... it’s still a child’s play, only such petty tricks.]
[Don’t worry, with just these many people, Shi Jun can still win.]
[Indeed, Shi Jun has already researched the thod to counter Blitzkrieg.]
[The ga is on, I’m also going to play.]
Looking at the chat, Shi Jun said:
"Don’t worry, even with just this many people."
"I can take care of them."
Then he started giving orders for a platoon of soldiers to bring out all the pliers from the barracks.
The platoon soldiers from the periter followed orders, fetching and distributing a bunch of shovels.
Suddenly.
More and more soldiers began appearing on the parade ground.
Shi Jun frowned, what’s happening???
On the other side.
In Fang Ming’s live room.
Fang Ming’s ga had also completed updating. After clicking [Blitzkrieg Poland] to enter, the ga screen went black and then gradually lit up:
"Guys, after the update, I’m back, this ti I will...."
"Huh?"
"Where the hell am I???"
Fang Ming was a bit confused.
Is this still the Pri Minister’s office?
Then Fang Ming looked at his outfit and was filled with question marks.
Why am I a foot soldier?
Where’s the promised Pri Minister?
Fang Ming looked around; it seed like a military camp:
"No way... did this guy screw over like this???"
Fang Ming already had a bad feeling.
At this mont.
A soldier walked over and stuffed a shovel into Fang Ming’s hand, leaving Fang Ming dumbstruck:
"Why hand out shovels?"
Upon hearing this.
The shovel-distributing soldier glanced at him:
"Commander’s orders, everyone is to dig trenches."
Fang Ming’s heart skipped a beat.
Digging trenches???
He took a deep breath and quickly fired up his live room, full of question marks, but soone had already figured it out.
Fang Ming then directly opened Shi Jun’s live room.
Comparing it to his own in-ga status... Damn?!
He was just mocking soone for being a commander, and he turned out to be a foot soldier?
At this mont.
A constant buzzing of "What the hell," "Shi Jun is aweso," "I***, Old Thief Zhao!" could be heard, clearly, many of the appearing soldiers were indeed players.
Fang Ming’s mouth twitched, Shi Jun had fans too?
While contemplating.
Suddenly, an NPC’s scolding voice echoed.
"What are you all standing around for? Didn’t you receive the commander’s orders?"
"All of you, go dig trenches!"
"Move it, hurry up!"
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