Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign-Chapter 185 - 136 [Central Station Battle for Supremacy] Fang Ming: Building battles are too difficult, let’s fight in the streets (6.2k two-in-one)_4

Chapter 185: Chapter 136 [Central Station Battle for Supremacy] Fang Ming: Building battles are too difficult, let’s fight in the streets (6.2k two-in-one)_4

Mo Xiaomo looked down at the parts beneath her feet, along with the hints, and finally realized what was happening. Feeling a bit confused, she carried a heap of steel tubes into the massive workshop.

Just as she entered the workshop.

Even hotter waves of air swept over, and Mo Xiaomo placed the steel tubes down according to the prompts.

A booming voice rang in her ear:

"Theodore! Theodore!!!"

Mo Xiaomo looked over. It was a burly man with a full beard.

The young helper beside him ran over:

"Dad, I’ve changed my name to Alex now...."

Before he could finish, the bearded man interrupted:

"Alright, that’s not important; hurry up and drive this tank away!"

"Stop taking up space!"

The young helper seemed exasperated:

"Please don’t, I just died once."

"You can’t always randomly come back."

Boom!

The bearded man gave him a kick:

"If you can delay a few minutes, you won’t have sacrificed in vain."

"Don’t let those Imperial scumbags come in!"

The young helper looked despondent:

"Really now?"

"Dad, you’re getting way too immersed in the game...."

Boom!

Another kick.

"Quickly drive the tank away!"

"Don’t hinder production!"

The young helper let out a long howl, then swiftly climbed into the tank and started it up.

Mo Xiaomo watched from the side, eyes wide open.

Is this a father-son gaming session?

The viewers in the live stream fell silent for a moment, then filled the screen with comments.

[Goodness, this old man’s tone is exactly like a Soviet local uncle.]

[Truly an ’immersive’ game, you all are far behind.]

[I’m dying of laughter here, look at that guy; he’s about to break down.]

[Wait a minute... what is he doing?]

[Uh—, this tank is wobbling all over the place....]

[Wow, so the tank was being messed around with by him earlier, huh?]

Mo Xiaomo found it amusing too and asked her stream assistant to edit the footage of the tank explosion and post it online.

Of course.

She insisted on cutting out the neck-slashing scene of hers.

That was too embarrassing.

Mo Xiaomo then looked at the vast mechanical operation before her; the sound of it running was thunderous, and everyone was brimming with enthusiasm, even she was getting sucked into it.

Being a worker isn’t bad at all.

She joined the bustling tank production team, quickly transporting parts with a pile in her arms and watched the workers assemble. Quite a few viewers found themselves attracted to the tank assembling process.

...

On the other side.

Near the Central Station, hidden within a building, Yu Feng watched an Imperial Soldier outside the ruins pick up a gray curtain and get ready to drape it over.

Bang!

A bullet fired.

As a top sniper, Yu Feng naturally wouldn’t miss.

Even with a rifle, it was a one-shot kill.

Watching the Imperial Soldier’s body fall, Yu Feng shook his head; the Soviet Soldier lying on the ruins had caught his eye earlier; he didn’t expect merely moments of not watching, and his neck got slashed.

"That’s too bad. That guy probably was a rookie."

Yu Feng commented, while some viewers in the stream found it amusing.

[Gray curtain? Body? Isn’t that Mo Xiaomo?]

[Randomly got into a match?]

[Recorded it, recorded it; calling Celestial Shark Game Zone’s top rookie, you’re done for, Yu Feng.]

[Hahaha, let’s report this to Mo Xiaomo in her live stream.]

Yu Feng watched the comments, his mouth twitching:

"What the heck?"

"Is that Xiaomo?"

"And what rookie, I just said a newbie, okay?!"

"Stop adding drama!"

He had long noticed; just glanced over, and the stream viewers hadn’t caught it until the gray curtain was recognized, and Yu Feng just found out it was Mo Xiaomo....

But her skill... it’s truly rookie-level!

Of course, Yu Feng wouldn’t admit it in the stream; he coughed lightly, with a serious face:

"I stand tall, unafraid of shadows, you haters!"

"Hum-hum—"

Just then, Fang Ming sent a message from his room:

"It’s no good; being trapped in the building won’t work."

"Anyone challenging the [Medal] respawns in the building."

"But in this situation, how to accomplish the [Stalingrad Medal] challenge?"

"Let’s head out at night and engage in street fighting."

"I noticed the Central Station beside us is quite intense, and there are Soviet troops; with those troops covering, we should coordinate the street fighting; it should be better."

Yu Feng glanced outside at the Central Station; in a few hours, it would be dark.

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