Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign

Inside Shi Rui's live broadcast room.

From the first-person view on the rooftop, observing and recording the entire battle process.

In fact.

From the aerial perspective, the situation is far more intense than imagined.

The counterattack at Yunzaobang.

The Gu Army's counterattack on the first day resulted in over 10,000 casualties, just based on photon supercomputer statistics from afar.

The Japanese Army's heavy machine gun fire was set up, infantry guns precisely destroyed positions, and aviation carried out saturation bombing.

From Shi Rui's view on the top floor of a high-rise building, frontline soldiers fell in waves, while those behind continued to charge forward, the battle was as brutal as "waves crashing against the shore".

The subsequent casualties were even more staggering.

In just a few days, nearly 60,000 Gu Army soldiers were almost completely lost.

The battlefield's brutality is imaginable.

Meanwhile, reinforcements from all over the country also gradually arrived in Shanghai.

....

Next door.

Inside Liao Feng's live broadcast room.

Shanghai's northern suburb, Chenjiaxing.

This small village almost impossible to find on a map has become the focus of contention for both sides.

Chenjiaxing, located on the north bank of Yunzaobang in Shanghai, is the northern shield of Dazhang Town's main position.

If the Japanese Army breaks through here, they can directly strike Dazhang, thereby tearing apart the entire Songhu defense line, making this place crucial for blocking the enemy's southward advance.

When the Sichuan Army arrived, Chenjiaxing had already fallen.

However, with the continuous attrition by the Sichuan Army, the position was repeatedly recaptured and lost, with huge casualties as well.

At this moment.

On the battlefield at Chenjiaxing, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood, along with a faint yellow smoke lingering over the position.

Anchor Liao Feng leaned against the trench, covering his mouth and nose with a wet rag, watching the sun slowly rise, and spoke to the live broadcast:

"Hiss—"

"Survived another day."

Liao Feng's right leg's military uniform was dyed dark brown with blood.

Bandaged layer upon layer, not daring to expose even a bit of the wound.

The faint yellow smoke lingering on the battlefield was released by the Japanese, and it had not dissipated overnight, still spreading over the position.

If a wound got in contact with the poison gas, constant fever was the least of worries, and in severe cases, the wound could rapidly fester and lead to death.

The Japanese Army's tactic was fire coverage + poison gas cleanse.

As for the Sichuan Army....

There was no heavy firepower whatsoever.

An average of three grenades per person, along with worn-out rifles and machetes.

While the Japanese Army not only had Type 92 infantry guns and poison gas shells but also Type 97 tanks.

Sichuan fighters could only rush under the tanks with bundled grenades to destroy them, and there were even scenes of them chopping tanks with machetes. This sight left Liao Feng both heartbroken and helpless.

Suddenly.

A cry pierced through the poisonous fog of the battlefield:

"Tanks! The enemy tanks are advancing!"

Liao Feng immediately got up:

"Damn it!"

He poked his head out, clinging to the trench's edge, looking outside.

At this moment.

The Type 97 tank tracks of the Japanese Army crushed over the bodies of fallen soldiers, moving slowly toward Liao Feng's position, as Liao Feng raised his rifle.

Shooting at the tank, the surrounding gunfire also erupted densely.

But to no avail.

Boom——!

A shell blasted over, but it wasn't filled with explosives, instead, poison gas.

Yellow-green poison mist spread above the trench with a burst of explosion.

Liao Feng crouched to dodge, but the spreading gale swept over, feeling a burning pain with each breath, while agonizing coughs echoed around.

At this moment.

Inside the adjacent trench.

Several Sichuan fighters jumped out of the trench, covering their mouths and noses, holding explosive packs and charging toward the tank through the spreading poison mist.

Bam bam bam——

Japanese soldiers hiding behind the tank suddenly dashed out, firing frantically at the Sichuan soldiers who were attempting to blow up the tank.

Blood flowers bloomed on the soldiers' bodies, and in their dying moments, they fiercely triggered the explosive packs, tossing them toward the slowly moving tank.

Boom!

Boom!

A massive explosion spread.

But the advancing tank only paused for a moment, then continued to roll forward.

The Japanese tanks were in no hurry to advance, seemingly intent on exhausting all their poison gas shells, shelling the position one by one.

The poison gas, which hadn't dissipated, became denser with the explosion adding new poison gas.

In the sky.

Japanese planes roared overhead, dropping dense bombs on the Sichuan fighters' positions.

A sharp whistling sound arose.

The next second.

Deafening explosions erupted continuously, dirt, rubble, and shrapnel flying everywhere, while the Type 92 infantry guns from the distant Japanese positions kept bombarding the trenches.

Liao Feng clamped his hands tightly over his ears, leaning against the trench.

Dirt and rubble constantly splattered overhead.

The intense vibrations from the explosions made him feel as if his innards were dislocated.

The bombardment lasted over half an hour before it barely stopped.

And this was just the beginning of the day.

According to the situation from the previous days, someone in Liao Feng's live broadcast room calculated that the Chenjiaxing position was bombarded by the Japanese for over ten hours a day on average.

At this moment.

The position was already a mess.

Liao Feng shook off the dirt from his body, limping as he stood up, ears buzzing, barely catching some sounds.

All around, soldiers were constantly climbing up.

In Liao Feng's view, everyone seemed to be shouting something, but it was clear they were all deafened by the shelling.

Someone waved their arms pointing ahead.

There.

The Japanese vanguard had begun to approached, with Type 97 tanks opening the path, followed closely by dense infantry, sunlight glinting off bayonets, flashing blinding cold light.