CHAPTER 60: CHAPTER 60: OVER 1,000 FIGHTER JETS TAKE TO THE SKY

At this moment, within the "Battle of Britain" game instance.

Since the Imperial bombing squadron started bombing London, both sides in the game have been retaliatorily bombing each other’s capital for more than half a month.

Players in the forum have roughly estimated.

As of now.

More than 16 square kilometers of urban area in London alone have been destroyed, with the rest of the southern ports and industrial towns suffering immeasurable losses, and just the destroyed buildings have surpassed 600,000.

According to the statistics compiled by players scattered across the Federation, the number of people killed in the bombing has reached 100,000.

This kind of casualty is simply unimaginable to the Blue Star players.

The ancient wars recorded in books, no matter how brutal, are just numbers without specific feelings.

But this time’s "Battle of Britain" multiplayer online instance is completely different from the previously experienced immersive storyline and the "Normandy Landing" battle; it’s the first-person perspective of Blue Star players, witnessing with their own eyes how the war escalates step by step.

From the initial bombing of ports, to industrial towns, the air raids never stopped.

Then to London being bombed, with the situation escalating, both sides started air-raiding each other’s capitals, resulting in the destruction of over 600,000 buildings and the deaths of over 100,000 people.

Among them, Blue Star players also contributed quite a few death counts, having been killed seven or eight times in less than this month if unlucky.

Letting Blue Star players truly feel the cruelty of war.

Inexplicably thinking about those war fanatics who might incite a revolt in the end, if such scenes here were to become the future scenes of Blue Star....

In the game.

London.

In the destroyed urban area.

The air is filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder, black smoke burns in the ruined buildings, and bodies lie everywhere on the ground with no one to collect them.

A streamer who randomly got the doctor profession, with a damaged medical kit on his back, finished bandaging a civilian, looked up at the people struggling to crawl out of the rubble, and couldn’t help but let out a heavy sigh:

"Brothers, can you feel that growing sense of helplessness with more and more wounded to save...."

"Can’t save them all, can’t save them at all."

"Some have already died while in line, some just die straight away, sometimes after spending ages bandaging a hundred people, an Imperial bomber flies over."

"In the blink of an eye, adding two or three thousand more wounded and bodies charred across the ground."

"It’s really life-threatening."

"Fortunately, this is just a game, I can’t imagine if something like this were to happen on our Blue Star, what the world would become."

Barrage floated across in the livestream room.

[Don’t panic, you won’t feel any pain in death.]

[The person above is right, this game is so tragic because the technology isn’t advanced, so many can’t live nor die, looking very miserable.]

[According to Blue Star’s technology, the Federation can flatten a city with just a little thing, you won’t feel any pain when you go.]

[Yeah, that’s also why the Six Major Federations restrain each other.]

[If it really were like in this game, with London and Berlin being bombed and both sides going nuts, Blue Star might as well face apocalypse.]

Meanwhile,

The streamer with the doctor role looked towards the next wounded person.

A middle-aged man dragged over by three children, the middle-aged man’s eyes were tightly shut, chest with no signs of breathing, a trace of pallor revealing under the soot-darkened face, the three children looked at the doctor streamer anxiously:

"Doctor, can you save our dad?"

"He seems to be asleep, but he usually snores."

The doctor streamer took a deep breath:

"Drag him to the side first."

"Let your dad have a good sleep."

"Next one."

——

On the other side.

Imperial Camp.

Air Force Base.

Accompanied by the furious shouts of the superior.

Wei Ze walked out of the office, the uniform patches representing his rank already torn off his body.

Walking out of the base building, heading towards the dormitory.

Numerous pilots passing by with amazed expressions, not understanding why this squadron leader, promoted for skill, was suddenly relieved of his duties, while those who knew the inside story remained silent.

In the corner of the canteen.

The newcomer was baffled by why the atmosphere in this squadron was so odd, looking at the laid-back man, Willie:

"Umm.... Willie, why do I feel the team’s atmosphere is a bit off."

"And.... this is already the fifth time the captain got criticized since I joined these three days, right?"

"The captain hasn’t executed any tasks for a week.

"I heard the team leader is already very angry."

"Including you guys too, you’re criticized every time you can’t drop all the ammunition, why is this?"

"You guys are the hero squadron that bombed London, what on earth happened?"

Listening to the newbie’s words, Willie stayed silent for a long time, hands on his head, scratching:

"Hmm.... don’t know how to tell you."

"It’s probably, because of getting lost and bombing London, then.... received a hero’s title."

"But do you know what the cost is?"

The newbie was quite dazed, speaking out:

"Consequence?"

"What’s the consequence?"

Willie’s expression was vexed, his tone full of regret:

"Roughly speaking, the captain’s parents and sister lost their lives in the Federation’s revenge bombing."

"She was a very cute little girl."

"Would write to the captain every week, the scribbly writing looked especially adorably and each mail would come with lots of goodies, generously shared by the captain with us...."

"Oh! No!!!"

BAM!

Willie pounded the table in remorse and frustration, face full of pain:

"What the hell have we done?!"

"Damn it!"

"I should never have gotten lost that day!!!"

The newcomer, seeing Willie’s pain, didn’t know what to say.

How do you count this? Damned war?

At this point.

The whistle for emergency assembly sounded, a messenger ran into the canteen:

"Everyone, return to your posts quickly."

"Prepare for bombing mission."

The order doesn’t give time for pain, still being issued as usual.....

This time, the massive mobilization of the Imperial Air Force gathered over 200 fighters and more than 600 bombers in an extremely short time, and such a scale startled the players watching the livestream.

Is the Empire willing to destroy London at all costs?

London’s response was swift, quickly organizing a large number of fighters.

However, the numbers were only half that of the Empire.

With more than a thousand aircraft from both sides already airborne, heading towards a certain location.

This sudden scene in the game quickly spread, leading many players at work to secretly open Celestial Shark Live on their phones, switching back and forth between the perspectives of streamers from both camps.

Watching as the perspectives of both sides came closer and closer...