CHAPTER 61: CHAPTER 61: THE ANT TRIES TO SHAKE THE TREE, BUT THE OUTCOME REMAINS UNCHANGED

From the Federation’s livestream perspective.

flight squadrons and more than 300 Federation fighter jets took off one after another, heading towards the Imperial bombing fleet that had crossed the sea.

In the skies above Britain, the two fleets tore through the clouds and suddenly collided.

It was just a moment.

Both sides fully unleashed their firepower, and the machine gun bullets formed a barrage that streaked across the sky.

A Federation streamer piloted a ’Spitfire’ fighter jet, diving down after passing through the clouds, aiming the mounted machine guns at Imperial fighter jets as the machine gun’s fire swept across.

In an instant, the tails of two Imperial fighters were torn apart.

Fragments of the aircraft burned with flames, streaking across the sky like meteors, with thick black smoke billowing from the tails of the two Imperial fighters as they descended diagonally.

The Federation streamer piloting the fighter didn’t have time to show a hint of joy on his face.

Rat-a-tat-tat—

The sound of machine gun bullets hitting the fuselage rang out, and in the next second.

Crack!

The cockpit glass shattered as a stream of machine gun bullets pierced through, exploding several large holes in the Federation air force streamer’s chest, with blood continuously pouring from his mouth.

Attempting to control the plane once more, his vision went black.

Directly restarting.

And the unmanned plane, due to the death of its pilot, drew an arc in the sky before suddenly turning downward at an angle.

On the ground.

Blue Star players watching the aerial battle in the sky saw many planes spewing black smoke and crashing down, initially showing excitement on their faces.

But as the planes got closer, the excitement turned into horror, and they frantically fled without a clear path.

Boom—!

Boom—!

Boom—!

Planes spewing black smoke plummeted from the sky, landing on the ground not just from their own explosions but also from the bombs, incendiary bombs, quickly filling the sky with dense black smoke.

The clouds in the sky were torn into pieces by the fighter jets, with so many that it was impossible to tell them apart.

Imperial bombers, in the face of inevitable doom, recklessly dropped incendiary bombs, which dispersed like rain in the air, igniting large areas of soil.

In the sky.

Wei Ze piloted a bomber, flying over Britain, yet always refraining from pressing the bomb-drop button.

Rat-a-tat-tat—

The sound of machine gun bullets pummeling the fuselage echoed.

Crack!

The cockpit glass shattered, and Wei Ze’s arm was instantly blown off, hitting his shoulder and neck, making breathing increasingly difficult as the bomber began to descend diagonally.

On the ground.

The streamer documenting this apocalypse-like scene watched yet another Imperial plane crash:

"Another one, how many is this now, can’t keep count."

"I need to move.... huh?"

"Turning around? Heading towards the river."

Crash—!!

The bomber fully loaded with ammunition crashed into the Thames River, with a massive fireball rising.

Wei Ze’s stream plunged into darkness.

Returning to the game section of Celestial Shark Live, it would be obvious that, during this time, the streams of popular air force streamers based on their popularity had all gone dark one by one.

Excluding Wei Ze, who had given up.

These streamers, having shot down multiple enemy planes, were helpless in such an aerial battle despite their skills.

Just after shooting down an enemy aircraft, bullets from several enemy planes came pouring over.

No matter how exaggerated the stream titles were or how impressive the achievements, it could not withstand enemy bullets.

No pause before getting shot down, followed by screens turning black.

Under such circumstances, individual skills could no longer decide the battle, and the only way to survive was.... to enter the battlefield later.

Just like the Normandy Landing.

The first wave of soldiers landing on the beach was destined for death... only the following waves had a better chance of survival.

The intense air battle lasted the entire day.

No air force identity streamer in Celestial Shark Live was spared.

All had to restart.

Only the ground players remained, gazing at the blood-red sky at sunset.

All that was left in the sky was the roar of planes and rising black smoke from various places on the ground. The immersive sensation was far more breathtaking than any film.

....

....

At this moment.

Celestial Shark Live, game section.

Bai Xiang’s stream suddenly went live, displaying an air force perspective, instantly attracting a large audience.

Fans rushing into the stream showed puzzled expressions.

[Gone for so many days, finally streaming?]

[Air force perspective? How many times has this guy died to finally get in?]

[Wow, disappeared for half a month, finally became air force.]

[That’s not right, why isn’t the streamer participating in the air battle?]

[This direction...?!]

[What the hell? Are you trying to bomb Berlin?!!!]

Following the direction of the sunset and looking through the cockpit glass at the barely visible continental landmass, it became apparent Bai Xiang had bypassed the air battle, heading towards Berlin.....

Reading the barrage in the stream, Bai Xiang’s voice sounded somewhat weary:

"That’s right."

"I am heading to Berlin."

"The initiator of this war is currently inside Berlin’s Congress Hall."

"Don’t bother trying to alert anyone."

"Because.... I’ve already arrived."

Bai Xiang piloted the plane, abruptly nosediving.

The plane sliced through the cloud layer, and Berlin suddenly came into view below, with shrill alarms echoing throughout Berlin as anti-aircraft fire nets formed and attacked from all directions.

Yet, Bai Xiang’s focus was solely on the Congress Hall.

According to information he had continuously gathered, at this time, the Imperial ruler, the initiator of the war, was inside.

Viewers in the stream watched in disbelief.

No one anticipated Bai Xiang would unleash such a grand strategy.

Even his worried loyal fans didn’t expect him to go this crazy.

Knowing the war was launched by the figure inside.

However, ordinary players couldn’t approach, and even if Federation players had ideas, they had no way to execute them, but now.... Bai Xiang seemed on the brink of achievement.

The Congress Hall on the ground grew larger in Bai Xiang’s and the stream viewers’ perspectives.

Everyone held their breath.

meters, 1500 meters, 1200 meters....

He had pierced through the first layer of anti-aircraft defense.

Thunk—

The plane shuddered violently, with the sound of tearing metal.

Everyone’s heart skipped a beat, it was over.

In the next second.

The denser anti-aircraft shells tore apart the plane.

BOOM!!!

The bomber Bai Xiang piloted suddenly exploded, with the rear part of the fuselage blazing with flames and black smoke, diving down, yet inevitably angling towards a vertical descent.

Bai Xiang’s eyes filled with intense unwillingness as he gritted his teeth, controlling the plane with blood steadily flowing from his mouth and his chest already pierced, with the vision before him fading.

Driven by instinct alone, he charged towards the Congress Hall.

meters.... 300 meters....

Crash!

At over 200 meters away, Bai Xiang’s bomber inevitably plummeted to the ground and exploded.

This sudden air force identity stream went abruptly dark again.

....

....

Countless viewers fell silent.

Despite their hopes for his success, being shot down seemed logical, tangled feelings intertwined within them.

He didn’t succeed.

The bomber that crashed in front of the Congress Hall was merely an insignificant event.

It wouldn’t change the course of the war.

Inside Polestar Game Company.

Zhao Ming watched Bai Xiang’s stream and shook his head:

"What a pity."

This was considered one of the bigger changes in the [Battle of Britain] scenario. Bai Xiang charged into Berlin, attempted revenge, but crashed in front of the Congress Hall.

Although it was valiant... it didn’t affect the final outcome of the battlefield.

Unless he truly crashed into the Congress Hall, perhaps killing someone....

Zhao Ming’s gaze shifted to other streams.

By now, the in-game sky had gradually darkened, and both sides began withdrawing troops from this all-out air battle, yet discussions about the battle continued.

Even drawing attention from the Federation’s top brass regarding the game discussions.