CHAPTER 294: CHAPTER 164: [THE IMPERIAL LEADER IS DEAD] BEWILDERED BLUE STAR PEOPLE (6.1K DOUBLE-LENGTH)

The entire world was a hell of flames, only that time it was over England.

But this time....

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 flames, 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 flames, 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 seemed 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 become 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 meters 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 meters away suddenly halted; their armor seemed 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 mechanical 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 remedy.

Clenching his teeth, he commanded his soldiers to fire at as many tanks as possible, until the moment the tanks below overran the anti-aircraft tower and stormed inside.

In the Sky Shark Platform streaming room at this time.

Many streamers were watching the ’Battle of Berlin’ livestream.

The mode was a synchronized single-player [Immersive Plot], and even with a few teammates, they could not reverse the tide, it was only the first day’s offensive.

Most of these streamers ended up dying over and over.

Yet the Soviet Union’s advance showed no signs of halting.

In each streaming room.

There were streamers 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 become inevitable.

During the Empire’s peak, anti-aircraft towers were massively constructed to guard against the British Commonwealth’s air raids; now, they had become 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 streamers within the plot, had started to use the streets and alleys to resist the Soviet Union forces.

The shift between attack and defense had become easier.

The brutal urban warfare of Stalingrad was re-enacted here.

Only this time 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 some others, were hiding there; a soldier nearby found some cigarettes and began to smoke.

Yu Feng and Fang Ming also took one; at this moment, they had been lying in the Virtual Body Sensing Pod in reality for three days, while ten days had passed in the game.

After ten days of fighting, they had resumed six times.

Yet now, they were still largely occupied by the Soviet Union forces in Berlin.

Yu Feng pulled up the ’real-time map’.

At this moment, 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 kilometers 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."