CHAPTER 290: CHAPTER 163: [‘INEXPERIENCED’ CELEBRITIES] CARVING UP BERLIN (6.6K DOUBLE-LENGTH)_2

The players on Blue Star were somewhat surprised to hear this name.

The Twilight of the Empire?

Why is it called the Twilight during World War I, but the Rise during World War II?

Isn’t the one in World War II the one that should be called the Twilight of the Empire?

After all, the current situation of the empire, as well as in the sequel CG, is clear—it was truly destroyed, controlled by four countries, with even Berlin divided into four pieces.

With this doubt, the players on Blue Star looked at the CG projected on the stage.

The screen slowly lit up, revealing several fonts.

[Vienna Academy of Fine Arts]

In front of the academy gate filled with an artistic atmosphere, the gatekeeper shrugged and said to the slightly shy young man in front of him:

"I’m sorry."

The slightly shy young man’s expression was a bit stiff, appearing silent and reserved, only nodding with difficulty, looking back in a daze every few steps as he left.

He finally disappeared on the street.

At this moment, the players on Blue Star widened their eyes, having already recognized who this person is.

The Imperial Leader?!

No way?

Is this silent young man, who looks so inwardly reserved, really the Imperial Leader who can stir people’s hearts?

No wonder the netizens on Blue Star were bewildered.

Indeed, at this period, the Imperial Leader really looked introverted and silent.

The green youth, having left [Vienna Academy of Fine Arts], wandered aimlessly, finally spending the night squeezed with a group of vagrants under a bridge, eyes filled with confusion.

He finally fell asleep slowly under the crowded bridge.

The scene suddenly switched.

[Somme River]

The gloomy sky was drizzling, soaking the earthen walls of the trench.

A disheveled young man curled up in a shelter, holding a rifle smeared with mud, somewhat nervously waiting for the order to attack.

Only the continuous artillery thunder made the entire position shaky, and no one knew how long they could hold out.

The scene changed once again.

[Rear Hospital]

The young man at this time seemed to have been attacked in some way, resulting in his eyes being injured, wrapped in thick bandages.

Yet he kept demanding to return to the battlefield.

Until the hospital’s broadcast played the news that ’The Empire surrendered in defeat,’ upon hearing this broadcast, the angry young man struggled to stand up:

"No!"

"The fight is not over! Not at all!!!"

His hoarse appearance made the nearby doctors and nurses hesitant to approach, until a long moment later, the youth, after venting his screams, gritted his teeth and said:

"The battle... has just begun...."

The netizens on Blue Star held their breath.

Watching this scene.

No one would have imagined what kind of war this screaming youth would start in the future.

Thinking of the initially introverted and silent youth, thinking of the empire’s madness.

It was impossible to connect the two together.

At this moment.

The scene in the CG switched.

[Soviet Union - Baku]

Countless oil wells, under the cover of night, emitted thick smoke, obscuring the entire sky.

The camera angle moved downward, arriving at an underground, dimly lit printing factory, where the familiar face to the people on Blue Star appeared on the screen.

It was the young leader of the Soviet Union.

At this time, the young leader, with hands stained with ink, continuously operated, printing flyers.

The words [Struggle] were particularly distinct.

Crash!

The door of the underground factory was suddenly pushed open, and a group of gendarmes walked in, causing a commotion in the factory, yet the guns in the hands of the gendarmes made the chaos stop.

A gendarme resembling a captain walked to the front, smirking:

"Jugashvili, you are under arrest."

The scene shifted, in the interrogation room, the gendarme captain’s whip left streaks of blood on his body, yet he gritted his teeth and forced out a sentence:

"You can break my bones, but you will never break my will."

Upon hearing this, the furious gendarme increased the strength in his hands, yet still did not hear a trace of the sound he wanted to hear.

The scene shifted.

It was the reading of the exile order.

Then after.

The scene switches, slowly unveiling a few large characters.

[Siberia]

The wind and snow howled, cutting like a knife, the young man tortured by harsh cold, wrapped in a tattered sheepskin coat, trudged through snow up to his knees under the drive of the gendarmes.

Heading towards the exile village almost barely emitting smoke in the storm and snow.

The days and nights alternated.

Until the screen displayed, [Three years later]....

On a day when a blizzard raged.

He pried open a window, merging into the wild wind and snowstorm. In such weather, even the pursuing gendarmes dared not advance easily, only stopping at the village entrance.

Because in such a blizzard, survival seemed almost impossible.

Yet, the scene did not end.

Until the tattered young man, after who knows how long of a journey, mixed into a procession of workers, looking up at the slightly balding man with a prominent forehead on the platform, shouting:

"All power to the Soviets!"

He also joined in the shouting.

These scenes made the players on Blue Star feel shocked and understand what ’steel’ will meant.

Torturous interrogation did not break his will, nor did the terrifying natural blizzard take his life, all the way until he later controlled the Soviet Union, becoming the ravenous bear devouring the world.

All of this has a traceable path.

Such will would never submit to others from the very beginning.

The scene switched.

[Verdun]

Looking at the words that appeared, the players on Blue Star were a little surprised, France?

It didn’t seem to have much presence. Who would be shown?

And in the next second, there was an answer.

In the picture, the man who has put on military boots and reached a height of two meters is Captain, the later President of Free France, General de Gaulle.