205: Chapter 205 Spaceship

At dusk, only seven people remained on the front line.

At this moment, the squad leader's left hand had been severed at the wrist, the wound caked with ice crystals.

He bit open the grenade pin and said indistinctly, "When the bugle blows later, crawl under the tank to the east."

"Where is there still a bugler?" Wang Ye asked in a hoarse voice upon hearing the squad leader's words.

Just then, the frozen medic suddenly moved.

He stiffly raised the bugle, and amidst the crisp sound of shattering ice shells, the first note of the charge pierced the sky.

Wang Ye leaped out of the trench and saw the bloody tear at the corner of his mouth.

It turned out his lips had long since frozen to the brass bugle; this blow had forcibly torn away a piece of his skin.

He saw this scene, and the audience in the livestream room did as well.

This could not help but deeply move him.

As the sound of the charge spread across the entire front line, it was like a single spark, igniting the fighting spirit in the heart of every living soldier on the position.

As Wang Ye listened to the bugle call, the squad leader beside him had already swept past.

The squad leader's solitary, proud figure stood like a pine tree in the snow, towering over the ice field.

Down the hillside, American tanks were slowly approaching.

The squad leader's figure had just rushed in front of the tank when he was spotted by the American soldiers.

Seeing the squad leader, these American soldiers looked as if they had seen a devil from hell; with expressions of terror, they raised their guns and fired at him.

The sound of bullets entering flesh was exceptionally clear in this valley, and blood mist splattered, scattering onto the snow like winter plum blossoms in full bloom.

The squad leader's body fell, his mouth still tightly biting the grenade pin.

With a loud bang, an explosion erupted under the front of the American tank.

The tank immediately broke down.

Wang Ye choked back a sob. He looked at the grenade crate on the ground beside him, took out the remaining grenades, found a piece of cloth, and tied them together.

He picked up the grenades and was just about to rush out of the snow pile when a hand suddenly reached out from beside him and grabbed him.

Wang Ye turned his head and saw that the person holding him was actually the bugler.

"I, I'll go. You fire your gun; you can't let the Japs get past!"

Wang Ye opened his mouth but found he couldn't say a word.

The bugler's mangled face was full of determination as he snatched the grenades from Wang Ye's hands.

Wang Ye's eyes were complex; they were not afraid of sacrifice.

However, a sacrifice must be worthwhile.

As the bugler rushed out, Wang Ye took his gun and fired at the enemy.

He had to create an opportunity for the bugler; he couldn't let the bugler die in vain.

Gunshots rang out one after another, and the American soldiers below had no idea where the enemy was shooting from.

The entire valley was filled with gunfire, and their hearts were full of fear.

The bugler finally rushed to the front of the enemy tank.

With the explosion of the grenades, the tank with the broken track ceased its roaring.

The tank blocked the mountain road, and the American soldiers in the valley began to retreat.

Seeing the enemy retreat, a smile appeared on Wang Ye's pale face.

He wanted to stand up, but found his lower body had already stiffened.

The cold gradually eroded his body.

For the first time, Wang Ye felt a boundless cold; this cold was constantly eroding his consciousness.

His consciousness grew increasingly blurred, until it finally disappeared.

In the livestream room, the audience, watching from a god's-eye view, saw Wang Ye's body gradually covered in frost, finally becoming a lifelike ice sculpture.

Watching this scene, the audience did not make a single sound.

Silence. Stillness.

It wasn't until the screen in the livestream room went dark that the audience came back to their senses.

After Wang Ye regained consciousness, he subconsciously shivered.

It took a long while for him to recover.

But that extreme cold seemed to still linger on his body, making him feel a bit of a tremor.

"Bro, brothers, let's end the broadcast here for today; let me recover for a bit."

Wang Ye gave a wry smile, then exited the livestream room.

Leaving the virtual pod, Wang Ye subconsciously looked at his arms, which were covered in fine goosebumps.

The aftereffects of this play session were quite heavy; it was his first time experiencing the feeling of freezing to death.

But it was precisely because he had experienced it that he could feel the greatness of these soldiers.

...

In the Beijing villa, Zhou Yang took off his virtual helmet.

After watching Wang Ye's broadcast, Zhou Yang knew that the response to this game was good.

Once the two-day closed beta ended, it could be launched in another week.

After the launch, Zhou Yang also planned to take a break.

Now that he had earned so much money, it was time to enjoy himself for a while.

He had long planned this arrangement, and the first thing was to go see the spaceship.

He had been thinking about this spaceship for a long time, but just hadn't been able to find the time to go see it.

Two days passed quickly, and the new game's closed beta ended.

Zhou Yang announced the specific release time of the game on the official website, and at the same time, opened game pre-orders.

After finishing all this, his vacation life was about to begin.

In the villa, Yang Ruoxue saw Zhou Yang coming down from upstairs and asked with a smile, "Is your work finished?"

"Yeah, it's finished." Zhou Yang stretched and nodded.

"That's perfect. The spaceship you've always wanted to see has been purchased. When are you going to go take a look?"

"So fast? Then can we go see it tomorrow?"

"Sure, the spaceship is in Beijing anyway."

Yang Ruoxue nodded.