Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign-Chapter 149 - 126: Anyway, the competition is over,【World War I】Exclusive Information (6.4K Two-in-One)_2

Chapter 149: Chapter 126: Anyway, the competition is over,【World War I】Exclusive Information (6.4K Two-in-One)_2

Bang!

Watching those red-faced men disappear, Duan Yu collapsed onto the ground, holding his shotgun.

The cold snow stung his skin as Duan Yu struggled to get up. He couldn’t stay here long; the city defense forces would be here any minute.

Relying on the city defense forces for justice was clearly impossible. They might even find him a nuisance and get rid of him directly.

Propping himself up with his shotgun, Duan Yu staggered towards the nearby alley.

Those red-faced men had captured him. Maybe because he looked weak, they tossed him into the alley afterward.

The shotgun in Duan Yu’s hands was seized moments after he woke up, using every ounce of his strength.

Which led to what happened just now.

Those red-faced burly men fled in panic before they could pick up their guns, and there were still two shotguns left in the alley. Duan Yu planned to take them all as weapons for self-defense.

Recollecting what he narrowly escaped, Duan Yu felt a surge of confusion, while in the air, a faint aroma lingered.

It made Duan Yu stop in his tracks before he reached the alley, supporting himself against the wall.

Urgh—

He couldn’t help but retch, the churning feeling in his stomach nearly forcing his guts out.

Duan Yu hastily bent down, grabbing snow from the ground and shoving it into his mouth.

Only after the ice numbed his mouth did he calm down, his eyes bloodshot, breathing heavily, looking into the alley.

Following Duan Yu’s gaze, deep in the alley was a large pot.

A few dilapidated shacks were there, covered with scattered clothes, seemingly for warmth.

Just calmed down, Duan Yu began retching again.

Knowing he couldn’t linger, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, ran into the alley, picked up the scattered shotguns and some bullets, and staggered out of there.

Running forward without stopping, not knowing where the destination was.

Watching this scene.

Many new viewers didn’t understand what was happening, nor why this livestream was so popular.

The regular viewers were silent for a long time before they came around, explaining to the newcomers.

[The livestream popularity is because Duan Yu was just kidnapped by some NPCs.]

[A few curious viewers shared it online, drawing many to watch for fun, which is why it blew up.]

[But what happened afterward...]

[I can’t, even thinking about it makes me physically nauseous.]

[Let me put it this way.]

[Here in Leningrad, it’s not about food anymore, even bread with sawdust is gone. According to the statistics from Photon Supercomputer, 7000 to 10000 people starve to death daily in Leningrad.]

[Initially, watching Duan Yu get nabbed by NPCs was for fun, but think about why those men were so red-faced in such circumstances?]

[What did they want with Duan Yu, why did he keep retching...]

[I can’t, I just can’t describe it.]

[Just remembering those images makes me sick to my stomach, damn it!!!]

After the old viewer said this, they left the livestream, no one knew if they went to vomit or do something else.

Some slow folks were still processing it, while the quick thinkers began flooding the screen with question marks and shocked curses.

[????]

[Is it what I think it is? Damn it! I shouldn’t have clicked in?!]

[Absurd! This is too absurd!]

[What’s going on? It’s all cryptic!]

[Haven’t you figured it out yet? Oh my god....]

[Ahhhhh, help, I can’t eat the meal I just prepared.]

[Big pot, scattered clothes, red-faced men, just imagine....]

Mo Xiaomo read those comments, and even at her slow pace, she finally realized:

"Urgh—"

Unable to stop herself, she covered her mouth.

Quickly fleeing the livestream room, rushing to the bathroom, the sound of running water and rinsing filled the air.

A moment later, back in the livestream room, Mo Xiaomo was still in a state of disarray:

"Guys, I’m slowly..."

Clearly still shaken, only regaining a little composure after a long while:

"This, this, this."

Wanted to say something, but didn’t know what, finally managed to stammer out one sentence:

"Is it really this insane?"

The Blue Star viewers in the livestream seemed more composed, sending barrages.

[How should I put it... though absurd, it’s also normal.]

[Understanding Leningrad’s situation, you’ll make sense of it. It’s January 1941 now, Leningrad’s been under siege for four months, and a supplies warehouse was bombed before.]

[By the end of November 1940, supplies were insufficiently distributed, each person getting only 125 grams of bread mixed with sawdust and glue daily.]

[This provided only just over 100 calories, barely enough to survive.]

[And this was November; by December, supplies were nearly depleted, not even distributing sawdust bread to sustain life.]

[Now in January 1941, 7000 to 1000 people starve in Leningrad daily, sometimes exceeding Moscow’s daily casualties.]

[Given such circumstances, people might do anything crazy...]

[Including what was seen in the livestream, after all, there are records on Blue Star, though much historical documentation is incomplete, ancient texts unearthed mention ’a severe drought, people exchanged children for consumption.’]

[So....]

This viewer’s analysis gained widespread agreement in the livestream. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Yet, agreement is one thing; many viewers couldn’t accept it, as it was utterly inhumane....

The events in Duan Yu’s livestream were spread everywhere through various video recordings.

Online comments were divided, some thinking it reasonable, just plot, not to be taken seriously, others found it too inhumane, harmful to public mental health, demanding Polestar Company be thoroughly investigated, and the game banned.

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