Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign

The perspective sweeps across the river.

The once rushing waters of the river now appear unusually heavy, with countless bodies floating on the surface.

Some are bleached white by the river water.

Some still maintain their battle postures, as if they are still charging.

A cap with a red star drifts with the current, and the young face beneath it looks no more than sixteen or seventeen.

On the shore.

A few shallow banks have been piled into "human dykes" by bodies.

Dozens of soldiers' bodies are stacked behind defensive works, and there are so many that they exceed the height of the fortifications.

Brutal.

Extremely brutal.

It's even indescribable, with the murky river water dyed a dark red; one can only imagine how many soldiers fell here.

The scene shifts to the riverside.

The sky has not yet darkened, and a group of ragged villagers quietly watch here, only a few daring ones stepping forward after a lengthy observation.

After confirming there are no enemy soldiers.

They quickly wave to those behind them, the ragged villagers bringing simple tools.

Shovels, straw mats, and a few old men carrying incense and paper money approach.

Upon seeing the blood-soaked corpses piled before them, everyone shudders, and some villagers holding straw mats collapse to the ground, weeping loudly.

The few rolls of straw mats are far from enough to gather the bodies of these martyrs.

An elderly man with white hair, holding incense and paper money, looks at the many young faces before him; his voice trembles:

"They're all just kids...."

"The 'white dogs' have sinned...."

The white-haired elder quivers as he lights the paper money and incense, waving the burning paper into the air, then looks around at the others:

"Quick, gather the corpses."

"Before those 'white dogs' come, collect all the bodies."

"Find a good place to bury them."

"They died for us; we cannot let them be humiliated by the 'white dogs'."

A group of villagers starts moving quickly, carefully lifting each body, transporting them to the hillside behind the village.

Afraid the 'white dogs' will discover them.

At this time, the 'white dogs' harbored deep hatred for the Red soldiers, sparing no corpse of even the fallen. Anyone attempting to gather the bodies of Red soldiers faced execution.

The villagers' actions were taken at great risk to their lives.

Yet no one backed down.

The scene quickly flows.

From dusk until dawn, these ragged villagers finally transport the bodies of the Red soldiers to the dug graves in the valley behind the hill.

No coffins, no gravestones, only the caps stained with blood and stitched with five-pointed stars.

The elderly man from yesterday lights three sticks of incense, leading the villagers to worship at the graves of the fallen Red soldiers.

The perspective swiftly rises.

Then descends, and when the scene reappears.

It is already within the Blue side's headquarters.

Knock, knock, knock!

Urgent knocking sounds resonate, followed by a call of 'Enter,' and the communications officer bursts through the headquarters door, startled and frightened:

"Report! Urgent message from Xiang River!"

"Commander Chen Shuxiang of the 34th Division... has been captured!"

The voice trembles.

The entire headquarters abruptly falls into an eerie silence.

He Yingqin abruptly rises from his seat, his face showing a hint of joy:

"Read it!"

"Read every word!"

The communications officer picks up the telegram, his hand trembling uncontrollably:

"Commander Chen Shuxiang of the enemy's 34th Division has been heavily injured and captured, currently being transported to Dao County.... but...."

He Yingqin's brows furrow tightly:

"But what?"

The communications officer's hand shakes even more violently:

"But he took advantage of the guard's inattention to sever his intestine.... dead."

The words fall.

The communications officer raises his head, his face pale, as if terrified.

And the headquarters falls silent once again.

Swipe!

The scene abruptly switches.

In a marching convoy, an officer walks by the stretcher, persuading:

"Commander Chen, surrender."

"The Chairman has said that if you surrender, your life will be spared."

"You may even be promoted."

Commander Chen Shuxiang, heavily injured and lying on the stretcher, simply sneers in response, closing his eyes.

At this sight.

The officer also sneers:

"Playing tough?"

"Once you're in the interrogation room, you'll get what's coming."

He's seen many like this before.

But few can endure the interrogation room, scoffing disdainfully, the officer turns away.

With the marching convoy resting, feeling that this heavily wounded Red commander couldn't possibly escape, the surrounding guards relax their vigilance.

Commander Chen Shuxiang, who has been silent for a long time, suddenly opens his eyes, yet the surrounding soldiers remain unaware.

Commander Chen Shuxiang, his eyes resolute, slowly moves his arm, reaching toward his abdomen.

The movement slow and unnoticed.

Witnessing this scene, the netizens on Blue Star are unaware of what is about to happen, while those who've seen it before flood the comments:

[No!!! Commander Chen!!!]

[My hands are trembling! I can't bear to watch....]

[His hand is moving! His hand is moving!]

[Where are the guards?! Hurry and stop him!!!]

[This is truly a tough soldier....]

As Commander Chen Shuxiang's hand reaches his abdominal wound, the guarding soldier beside him notices, suddenly taking precautions:

"What are you doing?!"

This shout attracts the attention of the surrounding soldiers, tightly tensing their vigilance.

A few soldiers even begin sweating profusely, frantically recalling whether they searched thoroughly, convinced there should be no weapons on him?!

The two guards beside attempt to approach, but see Commander Chen Shuxiang suddenly laughing.

His blood-stained fingers deeply embedded into the bandage on his abdomen.

With a sudden exertion of force, as Commander Chen Shuxiang pulls the bandage apart, all the guards' pupils constrict simultaneously.