Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign
Chapter 217 - 144 [Battle of Kharkiv] Imperial Skull Division? (6.3k Two-in-One)_4

Chapter 217: Chapter 144 [Battle of Kharkiv] Imperial Skull Division? (6.3k Two-in-One)_4

It was just that the Soviet Union was blinded by the joy of victory.

They didn’t notice anything amiss at all.

Fang Ming was following the main force, cleaning up the battlefield and picking up some equipment left by the Empire, but it was all useless stuff.

He was searching.

The scene before his eyes gradually darkened, then slowly emerged.

[Battle of Kharkiv]

Fang Ming’s heart skipped a beat, did he trigger a battle scenario again?

Since it’s a battle...

It’s obvious that the Empire’s counterattack is about to begin.

Fang Ming hurriedly brought up the map in the live stream room to watch with the viewers.

Although the current advance was somewhat deep,

it shouldn’t be fatal yet. The battle lines were long, unlikely to be encircled by the Empire.

Kharkiv?

Fang Ming immediately found the location of Kharkiv on the map.

Right near them?!

This.... ???

Suddenly.

Fang Ming thought of something and quickly looked up the Hall of Fame.

The Blue Star viewers in the live stream room, puzzled, watched Fang Ming’s strange actions:

[Why look up the Hall of Fame? Is there information there?]

[There’s not much information, right? Besides Manstein, only Kutuzov is left here.]

[Yeah, none of the other generals are listed.]

[Why not trigger the scenario, what’s looking at the Hall of Fame gonna do?]

But Fang Ming didn’t reply, instead, he pulled up Manstein’s photo and looked at the quote in the introduction.

[A clever boxer often takes a step back, then delivers a deadly strike.]

Hiss—

Fang Ming’s scalp tingled, damn?!

It all made sense.

It all made sense.

Step back... then deliver a deadly strike?!

Isn’t the current situation that the Empire is retreating at every turn, while the Soviet Union forces have pushed deep, although looking at the map, the battle lines are long and the chances of encirclement seem low?

But what if?

What if they got encircled?!

The joy of victory in the Battle of Stalingrad, could it be dealt a heavy blow even before February ends?

The more Fang Ming thought about it, the more terrifying it felt.

The famous generals in the Hall of Fame really are no joke. He had live maps, a third-party perspective, and countless viewers in the live stream, yet they didn’t react.

He only understood after triggering the battle scenario.

If not triggered... he’d probably never know how he died.

Are ’Earthlings’ really that frightening?

Could such NPC famous generals be created by Photon supercomputers?

Can’t figure it out.

Fang Ming hurriedly turned to report to the officer of his division.

Meanwhile, he also told the viewers in the live stream about his findings.

At this moment, the live stream was full of question marks, the screen filled with shock, looking at the mounted real-time map.

[Damn? Is it really?]

[With such a long battle line, can they really encircle us?]

[Did you forget? The Empire’s Blitzkrieg.]

[Exactly, this battle line seems long at short distances, but when zoomed in, as long as the Empire’s Blitzkrieg is fast enough, encirclement is entirely possible.]

[And now it’s February, the ground hasn’t thawed, Blitzkrieg can definitely be used.] .com

Hiss—

Fang Ming read the comments while also running to the headquarters.

He was just a battalion commander, he could only communicate with the regiment commander first. As soon as he entered the headquarters, before he could speak, he heard the regiment commander say:

"Maxim, you’re just in time."

"Order the troops to pack up, the higher-ups have issued the attack order."

"Work with the main force to intercept those devils of the Empire’s Skull Division."

Fang Ming opened his mouth to say:

"Huh?"

"Wait, Commander."

"I have something to report, I feel this is a trap."

"Manstein is luring us in deeper."

"They might surround us later."

Hearing Fang Ming’s words, the headquarters fell silent for a moment, then burst into laughter. The regiment commander looked at Fang Ming with a peculiar expression and said: free.webn\ove(l)(.)c(o)m

"Maxim, are you under too much pressure recently?"

"The Empire surrounding us?"

"You must know we’ve already captured over two hundred kilometers of territory, even Manstein is being beaten back by us, what could they use to surround us?"

"Perhaps you should take a break."

"But the troops can’t stop, I’ll give you a day off, you go pass the orders down."

"Get ready to move."

"Eradicate those devils of the Empire’s Skull Division."

Fang Ming’s scalp tingled:

"Me?!"

But seeing the strange looks on all the Soviet Officers in the room, he understood that he was powerless and could only walk out of the headquarters, standing there feeling weary.

At the same time, he felt a sense of powerlessness and insignificance, complaining to the live stream:

"No wonder everyone wants to be a high-ranking official... The words of a little battalion commander like me can’t even leave the headquarters."

But there’s nothing he can do, if he dies he dies, after all, he can restart, but...

"The Empire’s Skull Division? What kind of unit is that?"