Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign-Chapter 165 - 130 Fang Ming: I’m Killing the Japanese! [Stalingrad Street Fighting] (6.7k Two-in-One)_2

Chapter 165: Chapter 130 Fang Ming: I’m Killing the Japanese! [Stalingrad Street Fighting] (6.7k Two-in-One)_2

For a moment, Fang Ming couldn’t make out the situation, watching several British Commonwealth soldiers around him fleeing, he instinctively pondered whether to join them.

However... just hesitated for that brief instant.

It was already too late.

The sounds of ’click-clack’ echoed from all directions, the smoke bombs and grenades were merely a distraction for them.

The real enemy... was attacking from the sides?!

As Fang Ming just turned to look to one side, a chilling ’banzai’ scream blared in his ears, and strange cries charged from both sides, Fang Ming widened his eyes, suddenly realizing:

"Shit?!"

What the hell is this tank?!

It’s the sound of bicycle rims caught on rocks.

Fang Ming could clearly see the Japanese soldier on a bicycle rushing towards the position, then being shot dead by the panicked British Commonwealth soldiers, followed by... an explosion!

Boom——!!!

Then bicycles crashed into the positions and exploded.

In Fang Ming’s dumbfounded gaze.

The Japanese soldiers only sacrificed some bicycles and soldiers, using a flanking tactic, to shatter the morale of the British Commonwealth’s position.

Many British Commonwealth soldiers even dropped their weapons and ran without looking back.

The intensity of the Southeast Asian battlefield refreshed Fang Ming’s understanding... but this absurdity!

Also refreshed Fang Ming’s understanding, the collapse was too quick, wasn’t it?

If these British Commonwealth soldiers were thrown into Moscow, wouldn’t the Imperial crush Moscow within a day?

Moreover, the cost... just a few bicycles and a few Japanese soldiers, it’s less than a European Battlefield tank’s one-day fuel cost, right?

Fang Ming started shooting at the approaching ’bicycle suicide bombers’ but the surrounding British Commonwealth soldiers had collapsed and were just fleeing.

As soon as he fired, he became the target of all attacks.

Upon seeing a Japanese soldier he just killed, other Japanese soldiers on bicycles rushed toward him, some even managed to pull out rifles at him.

Bang——!

The screen went black.

Inside the livestream, on the protagonist’s face, Fang Ming was still a bit numb, rubbing his face in disbelief:

"What the fuck?"

"Is this game serious?"

"I got taken down by a bicycle-suicide soldier with a rifle?"

"No way! How did he ride a bike with one hand and shoot with a rifle?"

"That’s a bit too accurate, isn’t it?!"

Fang Ming doubted life itself, while being watched by numerous livestream viewers, he got up and tried the posture of riding a bike, holding the handle with one hand, and lifting the rifle to shoot:

"This is just not reasonable, huh?!"

"Besides, that was jungle, full of bumps and pits, can you really aim???"

Watching Fang Ming’s ridiculous posture, the livestream went wild with laughter.

[Honestly, that’s pretty accurate.]

[So funny, streamer stop trying, there were at least three Japanese suicide bombers rushing at you, you wouldn’t miss at least one bullet.]

[Originally it was very accurate, those British Commonwealth soldiers were being suppressed in their shooting.]

[How to say... it’s probably just bad luck, that shot mostly hit by chance, although there was skill behind it, even if you weren’t shot dead, you’d die later.]

[Exactly, those British Commonwealth soldiers all ran away, do you really think you’re a superhero? Holding the position alone? That’s impossible.]

Fang Ming snapped back and stopped dwelling on it.

Indeed.

Anything can happen on the battlefield, that situation, was probably just sheer luck.

He couldn’t even imagine, that a soldier riding a bike with one hand in a bumpy jungle, holding a rifle with the other to blind fire and headshot him as a suicide bomb directive, must have had a brain cell meltdown.

What a marksman it must take, letting this marksman become a suicide bomber, isn’t it a sheer waste?

It must’ve been luck!

Yet, the Southeast Asia battlefield’s situation provided Fang Ming and the livestream viewers with a whole new experience, after a moment’s thought, Fang Ming continued with another new start.

Except this time it started in the [North African Battlefield].

Why so certain?

Because this time, Fang Ming identified as a tank commander, climbing out of the tank hatch, with binoculars gazing over the endless sand, it certainly couldn’t be the jungles of Southeast Asia....

Fang Ming synchronized the view from his binoculars with the livestream viewers:

"Desert battlefield, kind of tough huh."

"What’s the situation in North Africa, any dedicated fans know?"

"Just seeing the environment, there’s no cover, true combat here equates to digging one’s grave."

As Fang Ming swept around with the binoculars, many viewers saw too, but found no cover, nowhere to hide; expecting sand to be bulletproof?

Suddenly, an urgent message with an exclamation mark flashed in the livestream chat.

[Stop watching! Run! There’s an Imperial disguised Tank Cluster! Run! Run!!!]

Evidently, this viewer saw something while Fang Ming was scanning with the binoculars, urgently warning him.

And judging by the tone, seemed to have some traumatic experience.

But it was already too late, Fang Ming just noticed this message.

Boom——!

A shell directly hit the foremost tank, followed by side-raised billows of sand.

A swarm of gray-yellow-painted Imperial tanks roared forward, also firing shell after shell, the continuous artillery sounds echoed.

Crack!

Fang Ming felt the vehicle body shake, his body went numb from the vibration.

Did it get hit?

The next second, Boom——!!!

An explosion erupted between the tank and the turret Fang Ming was in, the violent impact blast shot the turret skyward, and with it, took Fang Ming up into the air... along with the turret.

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