Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign
Chapter 198 - 140: Stalingrad in the Summer of 1942, Key Turning Point (6.1k Two-in-One)

Chapter 198: Chapter 140: Stalingrad in the Summer of 1942, Key Turning Point (6.1k Two-in-One)

At this time.

Stalingrad, south of Central Station.

The Empire’s attack here hasn’t ceased. Initially, the Central Station could barely be defended, but now the south has been occupied by the Empire.

The two sides are repeatedly tugging at the south of the Central Station.

Theodore’s team is relentlessly heading towards Central Station, dark clouds are gathering in the sky, suggesting rain.

As they get closer to Central Station, the dense sounds of gunfire are heard.

Theodore is a bit startled, complaining alongside his livestream:

"I’ve been playing this game for so long, I still haven’t seen what the enemy looks like."

"Ridiculously hard."

Theodore’s livestream is filled with question marks.

Only the old fans know it’s true.

After all, as a newbie, the first few times he entered the battlefield, he got a black screen without even seeing a soul, and then he was assigned to the tractor factory.

He got the attention of his father, that’s how he became popular.

Afterwards, he died in bombings every time.

He really hadn’t seen what the enemy looks like.

A player next to him, hearing Theodore’s complaints, chuckled:

"You’ll see them soon."

Theodore had a face full of confusion, and the people in the livestream wanted to see the fun, so they stayed silent.

With a bewildered face, Theodore rushed towards Central Station with his team.

As soon as they entered the station, they were ordered to head to the south square of the station.

Ratatatata——

Bullets came sweeping from an unknown direction.

They mowed down an entire front line of soldiers, but the Blue Star players and Soviet Union NPCs nearby were unfazed, immediately fighting back and suppressing fire.

Theodore was lucky to be in the middle of the team.

Now he was hiding behind cover.

Panting heavily, Theodore calmed his rapidly beating heart and said to the livestream:

"That was terrifying."

Meanwhile, there was a burst of laughter in the livestream.

Viewers from the Antarctic Star Federation found these noob attempts quite entertaining.

Theodore took a moment to gather himself before cautiously peeking out.

In front of him, Soviet soldiers and Blue Star players were also hiding behind cover, occasionally leaning out to fire at Imperial soldiers whose positions they couldn’t ascertain.

Even though Theodore’s view didn’t reveal any Imperial soldiers,

but....

Bang——!!!

A Blue Star player’s head exploded a mere ten meters away from him.

The bullet passed through the back of the head and hit the wall Theodore was leaning on, sending sparks and splattering blood on Theodore’s face.

Frightened, Theodore quickly withdrew, his heart racing.

Theodore looked around.

Corpses were already scattered around, and their target was that bombed building with exposed rebar in front.

It was said to be the south station of Central Station....

So many died to seize a decrepit ruin?

Theodore took several deep breaths, continuously psyching himself up, ready to charge out and fight.

Viewers from the Antarctic Star Federation, watching the stream, were amused while cheering him on.

However.

As Theodore hesitated for half a minute and finally prepared to rush out,

in the sky,

the shriek of the Stuka’s ’death whistle’ echoed.

Boom boom boom boom——!!!

Explosions rose in the not-too-distant, Theodore’s hair stood on end, but it was too late to avoid them as they were right in the path of the bomb line.

The screen went dark.

Antarctic Star Federation, Source Star Live Platform.

In Theodore’s livestream, he looked at the main screen, utterly baffled.

He was all set for battle, and then it was over.

Theodore, looking at the barrage of comments in the livestream, could only helplessly say:

"Alright, I can only start over."

"Hope this time I get to the tractor factory."

Saying that, he clicked the start button.

The screen flickered.

Then....

"Quick, quick, quick! Follow up!"

Theodore was really confused:

"What the hell?!"

"How is it.... bugged again?"

Looking at the distant Central Station, hadn’t he just experienced this scene?

However, upon hearing the ’death whistle’ gradually fading away, Theodore realized, it wasn’t a bug.... just really restarted here again.

What the heck?!

He could only passively follow the team forward, charging towards Central Station.

...

...

Half a day later.

"What kind of lousy game is this?!"

"I’ve been sent to die for four hours!"

"I’ve been killed over 40 times!"

Theodore clutched his hair, his face faintly showing signs of collapse, and then opened the Polestar Official Website:

"No, no, something’s wrong with this game."

"I must report this to customer service."

"Such a major bug should be fixed, right?"

"How can they let players die so many times?"

Theodore began to file a complaint on the official website, while on the Polestar Official Website’s player forum, many players had also noticed something was amiss.

Starting from August 1st, it became impossible to be randomly sent to the tractor factory. Apart from a few spawning along the line, most were randomly assigned to Central Station.

Often not surviving more than a few minutes, they would be shot dead in the firefight with the Empire following the attack orders from officers.

And it wasn’t just Federation Camp players, but also Imperial Camp players.

The main respawn point had become Central Station.

Both sides began vying for Central Station, not stopping even at night.

It directly revamped Blue Star players’ concept of difficulty in battles, and now many have dubbed Central Station as a hell-level offense-defense battle.

However.... what Blue Star players didn’t know was.

This was just the beginning of the Central Station skirmish. Come October, with the complete version of the Central Station offensive-defensive battle, they would experience the storyline that even the Great Xia Federation Northern Army couldn’t handle.