Chapter 127: Chapter 110 Mo Xiaomo: I... can blitz as an infantryman too! (3.2k)

After listening to the fan’s words, Mo Xiaomo wore a satisfied expression and nodded:

"That’s right."

"If the opposing team had Imperial Camp NPCs, it might be a bit of work."

"But against players... hehe."

"Just watch how I ’blitz’ them."

The two exchanged a glance, wearing smug smiles.

Then Mo Xiaomo thought of something and spoke up, somewhat puzzled:

"By the way, are the people under us Blue Star players too?"

"This is a brigade, you know."

"Aren’t positions supposed to be promoted according to military rank? Haven’t they been playing for so long, and there are still so many without rank as rookies?"

The fan with the position of regiment commander said:

"Oh, this dungeon doesn’t require immersive storyline experience to reach Moscow; all players can enter."

"Recently, this game has been extremely popular in other Federations too."

"I just took a look outside, and many are new players from other Federations."

Mo Xiaomo nodded upon hearing this:

"I see."

"If that’s the case for the opponent too, we’ve got this~"

Mo Xiaomo chuckled, then ordered:

"Quick, check how many armor, tanks, firearms, and ammo we have now."

"Tonight, we’re blitzing over!!!"

In her mind, Mo Xiaomo was already imagining commanding her troops to blitz the Blue Star players into stunned confusion.

The fan beside her reminded:

"Sister Mo, we are an infantry brigade...."

Only then did Mo Xiaomo notice everyone’s equipment and the labels on the map in the command room, and it did seem like an infantry brigade, uh-oh....

But then Mo Xiaomo waved her hand grandly:

"No problem."

"Blitzkrieg is a tactic, I can blitz even with an infantry brigade!"

"Just follow my command."

"Quick, quick, quick, depart before the opposition reacts."

Meanwhile.

In the same session as Mo Xiaomo.

On the Imperial Camp side, an armored brigade, similarly, a streamer has gained the position of brigade commander.

Just finished counting the numbers and equipment on his side, when a fan came to report that his Battle of Moscow session was the same as Mo Xiaomo’s.

Moreover, judging by the map in the command room, they seemed to be in the same area, and Mo Xiaomo’s side had already taken action; be careful not to be blitzed.

The viewers here quickly reminded.

Since the game’s internal virtual map was unavailable, players entering the game could only check the real-time map on the Polestar official website.

However, as the Battle of Moscow began.

Several blue circles appeared along the Imperial and Soviet Union frontline, and these circles marked locations of players, but clicking to enlarge failed.

Conversely, on the frontlines without Blue Star players, the map and images could be zoomed at will, showing Imperial and Soviet Union Camp troops.

Blue Star players couldn’t zoom and view.

Players in both camps naturally couldn’t know the positions of the opponent.

Fans could only roughly judge that they were in the same session, the same area through the livestream images showing the map in the command room.

But as Mo Xiaomo’s side moved, the video transitioned from the command room to rapid marching, making it impossible to determine.

Given the game’s vast dungeon and lack of map positioning, ordinary fans couldn’t recognize locations with just their eyes.

The Imperial Camp’s streamer froze for a moment upon hearing the reminder:

"Sister Mo?"

"Wasn’t she in the Imperial Camp?"

Then quickly searched for Mo Xiaomo’s stream, clicked in, and oh my... turns out, she’s switched to the Federation Camp.

Well... infantry brigade?

The Imperial Camp’s streamer smiled, returned to his stream:

"Brothers, don’t panic."

"Even if the opponent is a major streamer like Sister Mo, I’m not afraid at all."

"Watch my tank cluster, just charge ahead!"

Such a scene played out in other streams as well.

After all, the first to enter the Battle of Moscow battlefield, many streamers were in the same session as other streamers.

Celestial Shark Live had specially opened two new features.

One was based on session and camp division.

The viewers in the stream could enter the category of the session by entering the streamer’s or that session’s number.

Under the category, it’s divided into left and right rows, one side for Imperial Camp streamers, the other for Soviet Union Camp streamers.

Viewers could choose which stream to enter.

The other was based on the Moscow Defenders Medal challenge.

All streamers choosing to challenge the Moscow Defenders Medal were grouped together, making it easier for players to watch.

...

Meanwhile.

In Fang Ming’s stream.

Unlike other players divided into two camps, engaging in large-scale combat.

Fang Ming, after entering the game, chose to participate in the Moscow Defenders Medal challenge task, clicked confirm following the prompt.

The screen flashed.

Fang Ming appeared in the game, with a prompt appearing.

[Lead your squad in guerrilla warfare, delay the Imperial forces’ offensive, and successfully break through after holding out for 15 days.]

Fang Ming wasn’t surprised upon seeing this, because it was indeed the completion condition for the Moscow Defenders Medal.

Then a virtual map popped up in front of his eyes.

Unlike the usual command over troops within a limited range, this was a confrontation between two camps.

There are no NPCs from the Imperial or the Soviet Union colliding with players, only players from the two camps pecking at each other.

But now, the location of the [Moscow Defenders Medal] challenge task was surrounded by Imperial troops.

Fang Ming had to lead his squad, guerrilla resisting the Imperial armored troops’ pursuit for 15 days.

Then.

The virtual map disappeared, and when Fang Ming reopened it, only a zoomed-out version of the larger map was visible.

He could only locate the breakout direction using coordinates; trying to zoom in to see details was not possible. Shaking his head, Fang Ming spoke to the livestream room:

"Polestar Games gives no loopholes to exploit."

"Now we can only know the general direction of the breakout."

After speaking to followers in the livestream, Fang Ming looked around and noticed he was inside a shabby house, not far from where twelve Soviet Union soldiers were gathered, munching on some rations.

They were all in ragged clothes, with various degrees of injuries, but their weapons were relatively intact.

This should be his squad.

Just as Fang Ming was about to walk over.

Boom—!!!

A muffled explosion sounded from outside, followed by a nearby house being directly destroyed by a tank shell, the massive blast shock stunned everyone.

Fang Ming was the first to react:

"Damn?!"

"Prepare for battle!!!"

Nearby Soviet Union soldiers also reacted, grabbed their weapons, and gathered over:

"Sir."

Fang Ming nodded, then asked:

"Any grenades?"

Several Soviet Union soldiers found a few grenades on them, Fang Ming took them and gestured for everyone to be silent, listening carefully.

Outside.

The tank engines roared in the ruins, and tracks crushed the ground with a sound.

It seemed unaware of people inside the house; the previous shell was probably random, as the engine roar receded.

Boom—!

Another shell explosion was heard, followed by the sound of a building collapsing.

Everyone’s tense mood relaxed a bit, but before they could calm down, faint scattered footsteps were approaching, likely Imperial soldiers following the tanks, searching for something.

Fang Ming took a deep breath, slowly chambered his rifle.

The others followed suit, expressions changing, eyes gradually serious, slowly chambering their guns as quietly and slowly as possible, aiming at the door.

Soon.

The footsteps outside got closer.

Imperial soldiers had already reached the house where Fang Ming and others were staying. As an Imperial soldier outside reached to push open the door, stepping a foot inside.

Bang!

A bullet hit the Imperial soldier right in the forehead, piercing through the skull and clanking against the helmet.

The sudden gunfire alerted everyone in the village, Imperial soldiers in the vicinity rushed towards the sound.

Fang Ming led his team out of the room, shooting at the nearby Imperial soldiers.

Bang bang bang bang—

Within seconds, several shots cleared the surrounding Imperial soldiers, but tanks in the distance had begun turning around, with faint shouts of other Imperial soldiers heard elsewhere.

Fang Ming swiftly grabbed some grenades from a nearby Imperial soldier’s corpse:

"Quick!!"

"Retreat from the northwest direction!!"

As he spoke, he pulled the pins of those grenades and threw them in several directions.

Soon after, grenade explosions echoed from all directions, along with gunfire exchanged between the retreating squad and encountered Imperial soldiers.

For a moment, it seemed like the entire village was engulfed in battle, immersed in fierce combat.

The Imperial forces were startled, quickly calling for reinforcements to encircle.

If viewed from the virtual map’s zoomed-out perspective.

With the chaos created to temporarily break out of the village, Fang Ming’s squad was being slowly surrounded by the Imperial armored troops due to their reinforcements.

Fang Ming’s team was already trapped within an even larger encirclement.

Similarly intense scenes were unfolding in other livestreams, as many streamers attempted the [Moscow Defenders Medal] challenge task.

...

Meanwhile.

In Mo Xiaomo’s livestream room, a new discovery unfolded.

With Mo Xiaomo commanding her troops on a ’forced march’ preparing to blitz the Blue Star players on the Imperial side.

Some followers reminded her that the opponents were also streamers and to watch out for screen peeping, but Mo Xiaomo didn’t care:

"Don’t panic, bros."

"Even without looking at the map, I don’t know where this is, how could they find me just from the screen?"

She continued to study the real-time map on the Polestar Official Website, noticing an issue since switching to the Federation camp, realizing that the Imperial supply was lagging.

As the Imperials advanced, at that moment viewing the whole frontline.

The Imperial advance was nearly evened out.

On one hand, due to the increasing Soviet resistance, and on the other, due to lack of Imperial supplies.

But knowing just this wasn’t enough....

After some analysis with followers, she didn’t figure out much else.

Mo Xiaomo’s focus returned to the game, checking where her team was, when a document beside her hand suddenly caught her attention:

"Huh?"

The name on the document was of someone from the Hall of Fame, looking at the last few words:

"Zhukov?"

Mo Xiaomo’s eyes widened:

"Isn’t this the person from the Hall of Fame?!"

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