101: Chapter 101 The Defense of Jinling

For Zhou Yang, this mode was nothing more than a flick of his finger.

Of course, it wasn't that simple; rushing in blindly without thinking would certainly not work.

Zhou Yang felt he could look into the players' thoughts and suggestions, then proceed with development accordingly.

After watching the program for a while longer, Zhou Yang left the livestream room.

He scrolled down to switch to another livestream room, which happened to be Wang Ye's.

Zhou Yang had a rather deep impression of Wang Ye.

The reason was simple: Wang Ye had triggered two new instances in succession.

Furthermore, Wang Ye could now be considered one of the top streamers for the WW2 eastern meat grinder game.

As one of the first streamers to play this game, he had seized the traffic and become an instant hit.

He originally only had a million followers, but now he had surpassed ten million, and it was still growing.

Meanwhile, many streamers who played other games and failed to catch the traffic wave were regretting it bitterly.

If they had known this game would become such a massive hit, they would have switched to it no matter what.

As a result, they missed the window of opportunity; there were too many people streaming the game now, and the traffic had long been carved up by the first batch of people who got to eat the crab.

Inside Wang Ye's livestream room at this moment, Wang Ye was downloading the new DLC, Battle of Nanjing.

The game download speed was very fast, and Wang Ye took a look at the DLC's file size, discovering it was only one-fifth of the base game.

No wonder the download speed was so fast.

However, to have a size one-fifth of the base game...

Wang Ye was a bit surprised, as this meant the DLC had quite a lot of content.

A DLC costing just over twelve yuan, yet with so much content.

The game developers were really giving them a treat.

Soon, the game finished downloading.

Wang Ye couldn't wait to open the game.

Upon entering the game, a CG appeared before Wang Ye's eyes.

First, somber music began to play, the screen lit up, and a male voiceover started.

"Clearly, we could have lived by taking just one more step forward, yet I ordered the entire unit to die in Nanjing."

This sentence immediately caught Wang Ye's attention. On the screen, a group of steel-helmeted Chinese Soldiers covered in dust were lying on a defensive position made of ruins.

Wang Ye was very familiar with the uniforms they were wearing; they were the uniforms of the German-equipped Division he had stayed with before.

Wang Ye continued to watch, and the male voice continued.

"Facing the female students about to fall into the clutches of the Japanese Army, I could not just stand by and watch. They should not become victims of the war."

On screen, a man wearing a steel helmet looked at a nearby soldier and shouted:

"Xiao Meng, take a few men to the flank and prepare to fight! Damn it, are you deaf?"

"Instructor Yu, there are only a dozen brothers left in the Training Corps. One more step and we'll be out of the city." The soldier who was called out looked pained.

Gunfire and artillery explosions were everywhere.

Wang Ye continued watching.

"From the moment the order was given, they knew that this, the most elite unit in all of China, was going to die here today.

Actually, how could I not have wanted to lead them in a breakout and survive?

But to witness Chinese women suffering the humiliation of the Japanese Invaders and do nothing...

For us Chinese Soldiers, that is a disgrace."

The monologue continued.

Seeing this part, Wang Ye was moved.

On screen, Wang Ye saw a group of Japanese soldiers tearing at the clothes of some female students.

The female students' cries were miserable, but those Japanese soldiers remained indifferent, like demons.

Seeing this scene, Wang Ye was instantly consumed by rage.

In the livestream room, the audience was filled with righteous indignation.

Such behavior was truly beastly.

"We opened fire fiercely at the Japanese Army. They were caught off guard by this sudden attack and suffered heavy casualties for a moment.

The female students seized the chance to flee to the side. The Chinese Soldiers' eyes were filled with hope, wishing they could escape alive,

and not let the miracle we created with our lives go to waste."

The narration, combined with the visuals, stirred Wang Ye's emotions.

Seeing these dozen or so Training Corps soldiers launch an attack on the Japanese soldiers, drawing their attention, while the female students seized the opportunity to escape this place of demons,

he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"The enemy's reinforcements arrived faster than expected. They used tanks to lead the way, along with countless infantry.

Yet we only had crude light weapons in our hands; we could only rely on our familiarity with the terrain to fight while retreating.

After a fierce street battle, we caused significant losses to the Japanese Army,

but the lack of heavy weapons remained a fatal flaw.

Facing the Japanese Army's tanks, we felt powerless.

Watching comrades around me constantly fall under the Japanese Army's artillery fire, my heart felt as if it were bleeding.

Some comrades, in order to stop the enemy's advance, did not hesitate to strap grenades all over their bodies,

jumping from buildings to perish together with the tanks.

Others soaked their backpacks in water, dampened them, and wore them on their chests,

using their own bodies as cover to allow their comrades to get as close to the tanks as possible,

and finally carry out precise demolition. Comrades fell one after another; they used their young lives to buy us time.

Watching their figures, my heart was filled with sorrow and rage."

"After this battle, only Pu Sheng and I were left of the entire Training Corps."

"Perhaps in the future, there will no longer be a Training Corps, but I only hope that someone will still remember us."

Watching the Chinese Soldiers in the scene wave after wave charging towards the Japanese soldiers' tanks, Wang Ye was deeply moved.

Seeing this scene, he remembered his own days in Luodian.

Facing Japanese tanks, those soldiers had also jumped from buildings, destroying the Japanese tanks with their lives.

The CG hadn't finished playing yet, but Wang Ye felt very heavy-hearted.

The game's CG could be paused, so Wang Ye paused it for a moment.

In the livestream room, the audience was already discussing it animatedly.

"How does it look? It seems like the Battle of Nanjing also ended in failure?"

"Sigh, failure is normal. I read others' analysis; the terrain and topography of Nanjing are very hard to defend. Once Shanghai is lost, Nanjing basically has no defensive advantages."

"Is it just defeat after defeat? Can't we win just once?"

"There's no way. Regular infantry encountering armored units, especially in this kind of flat terrain, is impossible to fight, unless it's in the mountains."

After watching the comments for a while, Wang Ye continued the CG.

"I carried him on my back, fleeing aimlessly through the ruined streets. Seeing the shoes left on the ground, I thought of those female students again.

I fled in the direction they had gone and arrived at the building opposite the church. Only when I saw them successfully escape into the church did my heart finally settle.

Inside the church, they were mourning the fallen Chinese Soldiers, which made me feel that our sacrifice had some value."

Wang Ye frowned slightly while watching this part.

Every part of the CG was a sad scene, which gave him a bad feeling.

Especially the voice in the monologue; listening to it made him feel inexplicably irritable.

Watching the scene, the female students were wearing black clothes, kneeling on the ground, praying for the dead Chinese Soldiers.

The church was packed with refugees.

They were terrified and uneasy, not knowing if they would be able to see the sun tomorrow.