CHAPTER 93: CHAPTER 89: SONGGUFENG SNIPER BATTLE SETTLEMENT (3K)

The sound of the bomber sweeping past changed Shen Yan’s complexion.

I have already experienced many battles in the [Bloody Battle of Songgufeng].

And this time was the most desperate.

Starting from the fifth hour, the US Army began continuous bombing on this high ground of only 200 meters elevation, dropping countless gasoline incendiary bombs.

Even though the persistence time went from 5 hours 13 minutes to 5 hours 17 minutes.

The soldiers of the Seventh Special Operations Brigade also did not withstand it until the bombing ended; this hillside seemed like a flame hell, burning people alive, with no hope of survival visible.

Dense incendiary bombs fell from the sky.

Flames exploded on the hillside, covering the entire slope.

The US Army and their puppet troops started gathering below the hill, just waiting for the bombing to end to swarm up and completely destroy everything on that small hill.

On the hillside.

Time passed little by little.

hours 13 minutes...5 hours 17 minutes...5 hours 21 minutes...

Shen Yan lay in the trench, without any concept of time.

In what seemed like a hell made of flames, everything turned charred, filled with a pungent scorched smell, a blend of burning gasoline with cotton clothes, bodies, and even ammunition.

The poisonous gas simulation made Shen Yan nearly pass out.

The flames burned along bodies, deadwood, and even wooden gun stocks. Thoughts of giving up repeatedly came to mind; just a single thought would let him exit the [Songgufeng Sniper Battle].

Normally... would’ve exited already, right?

That thought flashed in Shen Yan’s mind.

But at this moment.

Shen Yan felt his right hand tightly clutched, the little soldier was still alive and hanging on, the power from his palm became Shen Yan’s drive to persist, for 10 minutes...20 minutes...30 minutes... until 40 minutes.

The bombing finally stopped in the sky.

The position now, compared to half a day ago, had been sheared off by two meters under the US Army’s relentless bombing, the whole hillside turned into a sea of fire.

In the trench.

Shen Yan heard faint footsteps approaching.

The enemy was coming up?

This thought flashed through his mind, the dazed Shen Yan suddenly awakened.

Made it through? Wrong! There is an enemy!

Shen Yan tried to control his body to stand, but found he couldn’t, tried using all his strength and only managed to move slightly, flames had started burning along his clothes.

The burning pain cleared Shen Yan’s mind a bit.

The footsteps grew closer and denser, the enemy already appeared before him, approaching the position, seeing the enemy getting closer, witnessing the fierce smile after finding him in their eyes.

A piercing trumpet sound suddenly exploded through the sky.

The urgent trumpet echoed across the position, accompanied by shouts.

"Eighth squad! Fix bayonets!!!"

Shen Yan heard the sound and struggled to turn his head to look.

In the blaze, Republic volunteer soldiers charged towards the US Army already climbing onto the position, Shen Yan’s eyes were filled with shock, how could this be possible?

The US Army climbing on the position also found it unbelievable.

Screams of horror and curses sounded, a bloody melee was beginning right before his eyes.

Shen Yan’s mind went blank watching this totally illogical scene.

Suddenly, the photon supercomputer analysis provided by Qu Guang on all data from [Bloody Battle of Sanshuli] echoed in his mind.

[If this data were from real people... they’re forcibly rewriting the limits of their bodies with consciousness.]

And now.

It too defied Blue Star’s common sense.

How could bodies ignited by gasoline unleash such combat prowess.....

Could I do it?

Shen Yan wondered, looking down at his body.

As this thought flashed, an unknown surge of energy made Shen Yan truly struggle to rise.

This....

Rising, Shen Yan looked down at his body.

Perhaps the rising motion startled the nearby little soldier, who also stood up with flames covering his figure, attaching the bayonet to his rifle aimed at the US Army below.

"Kill---!!!"

The US Army looked at those warriors on the position whom even flames could not kill, rushing with bayonets without hesitation, terror in their faces, collapsing and fleeing backward.

The time reached 5 hours 48 minutes.

...

...

Just five minutes later.

The US Army below organized another attack under orders.

Shen Yan, embracing a found machine gun, frantically fired at the charging US Army below amidst the burning position.

Had been firing for an unknown duration.

The machine gun’s bullets were exhausted, Shen Yan threw it down, about to bend to retrieve the rifle at his feet.

Bang---!

A bullet hit Shen Yan’s chest.

After staggering back several steps, Shen Yan gritted his teeth, bent to pick up the rifle and ’clack clack’ loaded, walked to the position edge, started shooting at the US Army below, until the rifle’s bullets ran out too.

The enemy had charged up.

A hint of resolve flashed in Shen Yan’s eyes, he dashed forward without hesitation.

Shen Yan fiercely gripped a US soldier’s neck, ears filled with terrified sounds.

Bang! Bang!

One shot, two shots... hitting the body.

But Shen Yan’s hand showed no sign of loosening; instead, it tightened even more.

The struggling US soldier beneath him gradually weakened, and the sound of surrounding US troops collapsing reached his ears. A smile appeared on Shen Yan’s face as everything in front of him became increasingly blurry. In a daze... the urgent sound of the charge horn echoed once more.

Is it an illusion?

No.

It’s not an illusion. Even as Shen Yan’s consciousness blurred, he could feel the sudden panic among the US soldiers around him.

Reinforcements have arrived.

This thought flashed through Shen Yan’s mind, and the scene before him gradually turned black as large letters appeared: [Songgufeng Sniper Battle] begins settlement.

Did it succeed?

...

...

Great Xia Federation.

Songgel Ice Field, Seventh Special Operations Brigade.

Inside the brigade meeting room.

The soldiers who just participated in [Songgufeng Sniper Battle] gathered together.

Many did not persist until the end, but those who did seemed transformed, even standing together; just the spirit in their eyes was noticeable.

This change amazed many soldiers who didn’t persist until the end.

What on earth happened?

Just by persisting an hour more, the change is so drastic?

At this moment.

Shen Yan looked at the card introduction in front of him.

[Songgufeng Sniper Battle (Unlock conditions: complete Sanshuli Raid and hold for 48 hours)]

[Title: Steel Defense Line]

[Introduction: On November 30, 1950, during the second battle of the Korean War on the west front, the 1st Battalion, 3rd Company of the 335th regiment, 112th Division, 38th Army held a nameless height at Songgufeng with a hundred men, blocking the retreat of US Army’s 2nd Division and 25th Division for over ten hours, winning crucial time for the main forces to encircle.]

[Inherited Tactics: Nail Tactics + Close Combat Mastery (Unlocking in progress)]

[Note: Nail Tactics: Use craters as shelter under conditions without fortifications, layered blocking (Learning requires surviving until mid-battle).]

[Note: Close Combat Mastery: Trigger ’Close Combat Mastery’ after bayonet breaks, able to use all means to kill the enemy (Learning requires surviving for 5 hours and 30 minutes).]

[Key Point Review: 2nd hour 13 minutes (First large-scale air raid) 3rd hour 45 minutes (Largest armored charge) 5th hour 30 minutes (Burning position close combat)]

[Note: Tactic nodes can be selected for targeted experience.]

Shen Yan put it away, preparing to lead the brigade’s officers to first experience the key point review, then looked at the 150 soldiers in the meeting room, noticing a slight difference.

"Those who cleared it, stay behind; the rest go back to rest and continue training according to schedule."

Shen Yan waved his hand, and the soldiers in the meeting room quickly left under their company commanders’ leadership.

With over 20 remaining in the meeting room, Shen Yan suddenly smiled:

"You’re all doing great."

"In a moment, head to the canteen and eat to your heart’s content."

"After eating, come with me to replace the chief of staff in livestreaming and let those guys from other federations see our Great Xia soldiers’ combat strength."

The warriors who experienced success in [Bloody Battle of Sanshuli] and [Songgufeng Sniper Battle] are sure to outshine soldiers from other federations in the livestream, greatly enhancing our Great Xia Federation’s image.

With these words, the remaining soldiers smiled and responded in unison:

"Yes!!!"

Seeing this, Shen Yan also laughed.

....

....

At this moment.

In-game.

The Imperial assault has reached Kyiv, and the main forces south of Kyiv are about to be encircled.

The encirclement around Kyiv is slowly unfolding.

However, what currently draws the most attention isn’t the battlefield scenes but rather lifestyle streamers.

Duan Yu’s livestream title has changed to [Challenge to Survive in Kyiv for 100 Days, Day 8!], and upon entering the stream, viewers see Duan Yu happily polishing shoes.

After polishing the shoes, the customer quickly leaves after paying.

Duan Yu carefully stored the money close to him, while new viewers in the livestream room looked puzzled.

[What exactly is this about? Isn’t fighting jobs on Blue Star enough for you? Here you are, polishing shoes in a game?]

[Dammit... isn’t this purely a thoroughbred horse game: working during the day, then working again polishing shoes in the game at night.]

[How did this get popular? Paid viewership?]

[Indeed, this lifestyle streamer craze has suddenly exploded in recent days.]

[Hahaha, you’ll soon see why.]

[?????]

Duan Yu glanced around while live comments floated by his eyes:

"Calm down, fellas."

"This game is quite deep."

"You’ll find out soon."

Longtime fans of the stream couldn’t contain themselves anymore.

[Hilarious, who said this was a rubbish game a few days back?]

[Turncoat after a full belly, eh?]

[Surely, money can change people; as soon as the livestream gets popular, you start praising the game.]

[To be fair, the game’s storyline is indeed good.]

Before the barrage of sarcasm finished, Duan Yu saw chaos erupting in the distance and hurriedly packed up his toolbox, running towards it:

"Everyone."

"It’s time for the livestream of human wickedness again!!!"