CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 51: HOW COULD AIR COMBAT BE A SHOOTOUT

The viewers in the livestream room were also puzzled, but soon received a notification.

"Pack your things, head to the station before 11 o’clock, and take the train to rendezvous with the main force."

Bai Xiang understood on this side:

"So that’s how it is. We still have to follow the storyline."

"This order should be for gathering players together, right?"

However, some viewers in the livestream commented:

[No, I just checked a few livestreams. Before the update, characters who were soldiers are all assembling, those who weren’t didn’t receive any message, it seems nothing has changed.]

[It has changed now, all players are synchronized into different instances.]

[If they’re in the same instance, they can meet up, before it was solo for storyline tasks.]

[Can I pull some people together to rob a bank then?]

[Your head better be harder than a bullet....]

Bai Xiang didn’t pay attention to the livestream viewers, instead walked towards the town:

"I have to say goodbye."

"Even though I’ve been doing useless storyline tasks here for several days, these NPCs are quite nice."

"It’s a shame that I just found a temporary job and have to quit, I feel a bit sorry for the NPC boss."

However.

Bai Xiang’s words didn’t touch the viewers, instead, they mocked him:

[This guy is off to scam food and drinks again.]

[Tsk... don’t you have any shame? But still, you can’t just keep playing the sympathy card to scam food and drinks every day.]

[What’s called escaping, that’s called a great retreat.]

[Wow, does he actually have true fans now???]

[Don’t get excited, it’s just a joke.]

Bai Xiang looked at the livestream comments and said righteously:

"What do you mean scam food and drinks, didn’t I help them prune flowers and move goods?"

Just as he was speaking.

The daughter of the fruit shop owner saw Bai Xiang walking over and shouted with a smile:

"Hey, Thomas."

"Here to help again?"

Hearing someone call him by the NPC name he played, Bai Xiang immediately looked over, saw it was the fruit shop owner’s daughter, a middle school newcomer, and his little fangirl, Bai Xiang said:

"No, I’m here to say goodbye."

"The troops are about to set off."

"Study hard in the future, Emily."

During these days of doing boring storyline, he often followed the little girl telling battlefield stories, so they became familiar.

Emily was incredulous:

"Oh!"

"Oh my gosh, we’ve just had a few days of rest and you’re going back to the battlefield again?"

"Wait a moment!"

After saying that, the little girl ran back into the house, and moments later, came out with a paper bag of steaming bread:

"This is freshly baked bread from my mom, take it to eat on the road."

Bai Xiang’s expression was strange:

"Your mom didn’t scold you?"

Emily giggled:

"Hehe, she’s doing laundry, she won’t find out for now~"

"Don’t refuse!"

"When you come back, continue telling me stories!"

Watching this scene.

The viewers in the livestream room kept heckling, and Bai Xiang was helpless, saying:

"Alright, alright, but I still have to say goodbye to others."

"Otherwise, it wouldn’t be good if they thought it’s a farewell gift from me."

Emily thought for a moment, nodded, and said:

"Then you better hurry."

"Otherwise mom will find out soon."

Bai Xiang said:

"No problem."

Then Bai Xiang went to the temporary job place he found in the town, and said goodbye to the boss, who wasn’t really a boss, but someone Bai Xiang went to because of boredom to find hidden storylines.

Then triggered a series of tasks like delivering goods, pruning flowers, etc.

After saying goodbye to the delivery boss, Bai Xiang was about to head to the flower shop diagonally opposite.

Suddenly.

A faint buzzing sound echoed from the sky.

Bai Xiang’s expression changed, and he shouted:

"Everyone be quiet!!!"

The warehouse boss and staff looked puzzled, and people from nearby shops also looked over, while the buzzing sound in the sky grew louder.

Bai Xiang’s face turned grim, he was too familiar with this sound, being bombed ten times a day at Dunkirk, sometimes dreaming of being bombarded in the game.

Is this not an illusion?!

Is it really an Imperial bomber?!

"Air raid!!!"

"Quickly find a place to hide, it’s an Imperial bomber!"

Bai Xiang shouted loudly, reminding the people nearby.

People around showed panic, a warning from a soldier who survived Dunkirk was not something to ignore.

Everyone moved, searching for a safe place or a cellar.

Meanwhile, Bai Xiang was both running and shouting to warn those around him.

But the Imperial bombers were too fast.

The moment that faint buzzing started, it signaled everything.

Whizz!

Whizz!

Whizz!

The piercing screech of bombs in free fall spread across the entire town.

Boom——!

A huge explosion rose.

A mushroom cloud rose above the town’s port, spewing thick black smoke.

Boom boom boom——!

Bombs continued to drop on the town’s port one after another.

In an instant.

The entire port was completely destroyed, with shattered boats and raging flames everywhere.

Crying and screaming filled the air at the port.

However...it wasn’t over yet.

The Imperial bombers flew past the port, then turned back.

This time the target.

Was the town’s center.

Bai Xiang looked at the Imperial bombers flying straight toward him, his face grim:

"Shit?!"

"Are we going to get bombed to death here?!"

How can two legs outrun a bomber?

He watched helplessly as the bomber came closer, already dropping small black dots, diving and aiming toward his location, with a bomb landing on the neighboring street.

The sound of metal clashing with the ground rang out.

Then came the deafening explosion, followed by a scorching wave of air and countless debris.

Boom——!!!

Bai Xiang was blown back by the blast wave, crashing against a wall.

The rubble from the building kept falling on him.

Everything went black, the world around him disappeared completely.

"Shit!"

Bai Xiang angrily shouted.

The viewers in the live stream started laughing uncontrollably.

[6666, what kind of reincarnation plot is this right from the start?]

[No big deal, if you die you just switch identities, maybe you can fly a plane then.]

[Wow, so this is what air combat is? It’s not what I imagined.

[What were you imagining?]

[Of course, firing at each other in planes, what’s this about?]

[You’re talking about competitive games, this is war between nations, obviously they target the enemy’s valuable locations first....]

[Seems like the streamer had bad luck, the character was at the port.]

At this moment, Bai Xiang realized something wasn’t right:

"Why is there no starting option?"

"Am I not dead?"

The screen was pitch-black, he couldn’t control his body, but he could see the live stream comments and the game exit option.

It seemed he wasn’t dead, thinking this to himself.

Bai Xiang continued to wait.

The dark screen lasted for about four minutes, and Bai Xiang gradually saw light, hearing many sobbing voices, and he started to gradually control his body again.

But the pain from all over his body told him he was severely injured.

As he fully opened his eyes, Bai Xiang found himself at the town center square, wrapped in bandages on his body, legs, and arms, and he looked around.

There’s scarcely a single intact building in the town.

The high-rises that could be seen at a glance before had all collapsed, the view so wide now he could even see a tall building on the town’s edge blown halfway apart.

Everywhere were bodies covered with clothing or white cloth.

Many residents were rummaging through the ruins, carrying out people they knew.

Under the blood-red sunset.

Blood and smoke filled the entire town, completely unlike its previous appearance, not a trace similar.

Bai Xiang felt a blockage in his chest.

Bai Xiang struggled to get up, limping, looking around at the ruins as he walked forward, losing his bearings, unsure where he was heading.

Rustle——

The sound of a paper bag came from underfoot.

Bai Xiang looked down, his pupils shrank bitterly, the live stream audience fell silent.

A slender arm was trapped under the building’s ruins, clutching a paper bag tightly, with a familiar aroma of bread wafting from it, albeit the bread was no longer steaming fresh.

The scattered fruits on the ground were stained with blood, and the fruit shop’s sign lay quietly there; he knew where he was and knew the direction he was headed.

But...the suffocating feeling engulfed him.

"This is the bread my mom just baked, take it and eat on the way."

"Heh heh, she’s doing laundry, won’t notice for now~"

"You can’t refuse!"

"Tell me more stories when you come back!"