Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign

As the Red Army arrived in Fang Ming's livestream room.

Hosts from other livestream rooms also gradually joined the Red Army team about to cross the grassland.

Similarly.

These hosts were assigned different roles within their own [storylines].

Some relied on their identity as local natives and were assigned to the scout and pathfinder group, while others used modern emergency medical knowledge from Blue Star to join the medical team.

There were also logistics teams, propaganda teams, and so on....

Fang Ming joined the scouting group, which wasn't a position new soldiers should take on due to its danger.

However, Fang Ming managed to join the scouting team by leveraging his identity as a local native and the protective knowledge aided by photonic supercomputing regarding the grassland.

At this moment.

Within the livestream room.

Fang Ming was holding a long stick and sharing his 'own' experience with the grassland based on the precautions organized by photonic supercomputing.

Fang Ming used the long stick in his hand to part a patch of grass, explaining to the surrounding soldiers:

"The most dangerous thing about this grassland is those muddy swamps."

Saying this, he probed the ground with the stick.

As soon as the stick in Fang Ming's hand touched the ground under the grass, it sank in.

With Fang Ming applying force.

It went deeper and deeper until the long stick, as tall as a person, had only a handgrip left exposed.

Fang Ming struggled to pull it out, and everyone could see the very slow and laborious action.

With the stick like this, one shudders to think what would happen if a person fell in?

Only after completely pulling out the stick did Fang Ming shake his numb arm and say:

"This is a man-eating grassland."

"If a person steps into it, they'll sink in a matter of seconds."

The surrounding soldiers listened intently as Fang Ming wiped his sweat and continued:

"The second thing is the poisonous water."

Saying this, Fang Ming parted the grass again, revealing a seemingly clear small puddle inside:

"This kind of small puddle looks clear, but it's actually polluted by sludge and toxins in the grass."

"Taking even a sip could at best cause a fever, at worst, it could be deadly."

"Wounds must not come into contact with this water either; once touched accidentally, high fever and unconsciousness are almost certain...."

As Fang Ming explained, the Red Army's team was too large for the locality.

Fang Ming's explanations couldn't be fully conveyed.

Fortunately, the Red Army units all consulted many locals for information.

After Fang Ming finished explaining, he left the scouts and pathfinders to digest the information. When he went out for a stroll, he saw Red Army soldiers seriously preparing everywhere.

Not far away.

Members of the propaganda team were walking by, shouting to the surroundings:

"Make sure to tightly tie your leggings, and add two more layers to your straw sandals."

A few young soldiers nearby were helping each other tie their pant cuffs tightly with grass ropes.

In the distance, the cooking team was distributing the purchased barley flour to the soldiers.

But there was too little of that barley flour.

The old squad leader of the cooking class personally distributed barley flour to each soldier, constantly reminding them, like a nagging elder:

"Five pounds of flour per person, save it."

"Grab two handfuls each time, it has to last for several days."

Fang Ming walked around, observing the situation around him.

Suddenly, he got a sense of the concept of working together in unity.

Only such unity and cooperation could be the key to this team making it to the end.

As night fell.

Fang Ming returned to his reconnaissance team to rest, skipping the nighttime storyline.

A moment later.

With the skip button popping up on the screen.

Fang Ming clicked it.

When he opened his eyes again, many people were already up.

Fang Ming quickly tidied up and stood up.

Because they were scouts, they had to set out before the main force.

Fang Ming felt an inexplicable sense of responsibility.

Although he seemed knowledgeable when explaining to others yesterday, he was actually just reading the answers provided by photonic supercomputing, which could remind him.

But there were still bound to be oversights, because, in the game, it was Fang Ming himself.

Photonic supercomputing was only mounted in the livestream room and couldn't precisely analyze the situations Fang Ming encountered in the game.

Fang Ming finished tidying up and went out to join the line.

A soldier from the same reconnaissance team saw Fang Ming come out and looked at the squad leader, smiling:

"Squad leader, everything's ready."

The reconnaissance squad leader nodded to Fang Ming, then looked solemnly at everyone else:

"Everything ready, let's go."

"We carry a significant responsibility on our shoulders; do you remember what the new comrade explained yesterday?"

The other soldiers in the reconnaissance team said in unison:

"We remember!"

The reconnaissance squad leader nodded and said:

"Let's move out!"

Fang Ming's reconnaissance team set out before the main force.

On the first day, the grassland seemed harmless.

Knee-high wild grass swayed in the wind, like a green ocean. Here, close to the residential area, the situation was somewhat better, but everyone was still cautious.

The reconnaissance squad leader walked at the front, continuously probing the ground with his stick.

The soldiers behind also probed around, with some marking the path for the main force behind.

However, this cautious exploration was not very fast.

This speed couldn't get them across the grassland before their rations ran out.

Seeing the slow pace, the reconnaissance soldiers, afraid of delaying the main force's progress, unconsciously quickened their steps, but not long after they started.

A patch of grassland that no one had just fallen into.

As a soldier marking the path for the main force approached, his foot suddenly slipped, his thigh sinking into the mud, and his body uncontrollably tilted back.