CHAPTER 441: CHAPTER 212: BATTLE OF SONGHU – SEVEN DAYS OF FIERCE COMBAT (4.2K)

Liao Feng also took advantage of the time lying down to catch his breath.

Airplanes screeched across the sky, soon accompanied by sharp whistles.

Boom, boom, boom, boom—

A series of explosions erupted not far from the main troops.

The bombs did not hit the main force, and the Japanese planes in the sky gradually moved away, while the soldiers in the ranks cursed:

"Damn Japanese! Did you bomb your ancestor’s grave?!"

Liao Feng also climbed up as the comments floated by in the live broadcast room:

[We’re seeing Shanghai!]

[Finally arriving, but can we still fight?]

[Hopefully we can rest a bit once we get there.]

[Hurry to support, the situation with the Gu Army next door is getting tough too.]

[Brothers, it’s individual scenarios, even if we support here, we can’t reach next door.]

Looking at the comments in the live broadcast room, Liao Feng raised his head to gaze into the distance.

He saw a city shrouded in smoke, fires blazing everywhere, and Liao Feng swallowed hard:

"Finally here."

....

At this moment.

In Joje’s live broadcast room.

It’s already mid-September, and they’ve been in Shanghai from Northern Guangdong for several days.

They’re currently counterattacking, but the Japanese firepower is fierce.

Boom—

Boom—

The Japanese artillery fire never ceased for a moment, and Joje hid behind the cover, not daring to look out, as bullets from the enemy’s machine gun positions rained down like they were free.

Boom!

A shell exploded in front of Joje’s cover.

The shelter shook violently.

Joje staggered from the shock, shook the dirt off his head, and quickly scanned around.

They began organizing a suicide squad.

Each suicide squad member with white fabric tied around their heads took grenades to strap on their bodies, preparing to charge at the machine gun positions.

Everyone else took a deep breath, ready to charge.

Soon.

With a command.

Joje and the first row of soldiers all leaped out from the fortifications or trenches, holding their guns, shooting towards the enemy positions, trying to clear a path for the suicide squad behind.

However.

Under the barrage of heavy machine gun fire.

The first row of soldiers who had just leaped out fell by half within the span of a few breaths.

Joje was also hit in the right knee by the machine gun bullets, rolling onto the ground.

Boom!

Someone’s grenade was hit and exploded, the sound deafening.

Joje’s brain buzzed, feeling somewhat numb.

Still wanting to get up, he suddenly noticed that the names, birth dates, and birthplaces of many soldiers appeared above their heads.

Joje shook his head, but the words continued to appear atop the deceased soldiers ahead.

[Huang Zhiqiang]

[Birth Date: May 5, 1912]

[Birthplace: Pumiao Town, Nanning, Guangxi]

[Death Date: September 16, 1937]

Born in 1912, and now it’s 1937... only 25 years old?

Inexplicably, Joje suddenly calculated the age of the fallen soldier, then scanned around, seeing a soldier fighting to the death with a Japanese soldier, displaying:

[Liang Shuisheng]

[Birth Date: March 15, 1911]

[Birthplace: Longu Town, Wuzhou, Guangxi]

[Death Date: September 16, 1937]

A soldier whose body was blasted into two pieces displays:

[Chen A-gui]

[Birth Date: September 2, 1913]

[Birthplace: Dashan Town, Yulin, Guangxi]

[Death Date: September 16, 1937]

As Joje lay on the ground, his gaze swept across the surroundings, and soldiers’ names, birth dates, birthplaces, and other details appeared on the bodies.

Joje felt dazed, the long march combined with the combat and the fatigue simulated by the Virtual Body Sensing Pod slowed his thoughts.

For a moment, he forgot what he was doing.

Joje struggled to rise, his mind blank, leaning against the corpses of two comrades, his gaze shifted backward.

New soldiers and the last of the suicide squad leaped out from the trench.

At this moment.

Words appeared on their bodies too, adding a cause of death.

[Luo Yongchang]

[Birth Date: June 8, 1908]

[Birthplace: Jintian Town, Guigang, Guangxi]

[Death Date: September 16, 1937]

[Cause of Death: Killed by heavy machine gun fire.]

The next moment.

Qiao Jie saw the soldier leaping out of the trench, suddenly bursting with several blossoms of blood as heavy machine gun bullets pierced through his chest, and the warrior named Luo Yongchang collapsed uncontrollably.

He fell to the ground, his eyes gradually losing their luster.

In Qiao Jie’s vision appeared the figure of a member of the suicide squad.

[Zhou Musheng]

[Date of Birth: April 17, 1911]

[Place of Birth: Luwu Town, Qinzhou, Guangxi]

[Date of Death: September 16, 1937]

[Cause of Death: A member of the suicide squad, he died in the explosion of a grenade strapped to him as he tried to destroy the machine gun position of the Japanese Army.]

In Qiao Jie’s hollow gaze, the suicide squad member named Zhou Musheng actually charged through the rain of bullets, advancing a distance beyond where Qiao Jie was.

Qiao Jie turned his head, his gaze following Zhou Musheng.

Watching as Zhou Musheng rushed to the front of the Japanese Army’s position, he had already pulled the grenade’s pin, but the heavy machine gun indeed turned its muzzle towards him.

Just as Zhou Musheng was about to throw the grenade at the Japanese machine gun position.

Boom——!

The grenade strapped to him exploded, sacrificing his life bravely.

The blast wave and the tremendous noise spread; Qiao Jie raised his arm to shield himself, and suddenly saw words appearing on his body.

[Qiao Jie]

[Date of Birth: Year 294 of the New Blue Star Calendar.]

[Place of Birth: Hai Feng City, Great Xia Federation]

[Date of Death: September 16, 1937]

[Cause of Death: Air raid.]

A very brief introduction, mingling the time of ’Earth’ with that of Blue Star, inexplicably creating a sense of dissonance.

Yet it did not feel abrupt.

Air raid?

Looking at his own cause of death, Qiao Jie’s mind went blank as he looked up.

Was there an air raid?

However, the moment he looked up, his pupils contracted instinctively; countless tiny black dots were descending from the sky.

In his ears, ringing from the explosion, came countless piercing screams.

Boom boom boom boom boom——!!!

The ground trembled, and flames soared to the sky.

Bombs rained down on the position like a storm, blasting soil, rubble, and dismembered limbs skyward, then crashing down heavily.

Qiao Jie’s body was flung backward by the shockwave.

The world in his eyes slowed down and twisted; as he flew backward into the air, he saw the suicide squad member consumed by flames, the machine-gun position reduced to ruins.

He saw the Japanese Army, tangled with Gu Army soldiers, also reduced to dust in the indiscriminate bombing.

Inexplicably, a feeling of relief surged through Qiao Jie’s heart.

The next second.

His vision filled with white light, then plunged into darkness.

Thud——

Qiao Jie’s body hit the ground.

The perspective began to lift upwards, until the entire sky over Shanghai became clearly visible amidst the bombardment.

In a moment.

The scene returned to the game’s main interface.

At this time.

Returning to the main interface, Qiao Jie, detached from the scene, without the fatigue of long marches or the fatigue simulation of intense battles, quickly regained his thoughts.

However, he remained motionless, appearing dazed.

In the live stream, the bullet screen floated by:

[Has the streamer gotten stuck? Why isn’t he moving?]

[This game is too realistic; the explosion just now almost made me fall off the chair.]

[Blink your eyes, man! If not, call a doctor?!]

[Is the aftermath this strong?]

[This death moment was epic; seeing your own death after knowing its cause.]

[Qiao Jie: I’m gone, but my soul is still drifting on the battlefield (dog head)]

Minutes later.

Qiao Jie finally snapped out of it, rubbing his face:

"Hiss... I don’t know if you’ll believe it."

"I seemed to have died just now...."

Even after leaving the game, the slow-motion from the last moment, coupled with various scene flashes, took Qiao Jie a few minutes to recover.

The live stream’s bullet screen was flooded:

[Hahaha the streamer is back alive!]

[Welcome back to the living world!]

[Start another round! Keep fighting the Japanese!]

Qiao Jie helplessly said:

"Starting again means skipping the plot from 1931, it’s too slow."

"Let’s check out other live streams first."

"The reinforcements from the other forces should be arriving soon, right?"

"What’s the latest situation with the Gu Army?"

Qiao Jie opened the Sky Shark Live Platform, searching for other streamers participating in the [Battle of Songhu] from other regions.

A bullet screen floated by in the live stream:

[The Gu Army’s 21st Group Army, 60,000 strong, launched a counterattack; soldiers with grenades charged into enemy lines, and within seven days, 50,000 Gu Army soldiers perished.]

Instantly.

The live stream went silent....and the Battle of Songhu had just begun to heat up....