Chapter 115: 【Pacific Theater】Light Up, Sneak Attack?! (3k)

The viewers in the live stream couldn't bear watching.

[If we rank by the level of devastation, the streamer challenging the [Moscow Defenders Medal] task is definitely the most miserable.]

[Is this task even humanly possible?]

[Why do I see that in the Imperial Camp and Soviet Union Camp, some streamers are quite relaxed?]

[Because it's different, this streamer is facing the Imperial NPCs directly, while the ones you mentioned are other streamers, just pecking at each other like amateurs.]

[Indeed, the battlefield the streamer is dealing with has stopped firing, yet the Imperial and Soviet NPCs are still fighting on the entire frontline.]

[These 'Earthlings' in the game are ruthless, fighting even in minus twenty to thirty degrees.]

Fang Ming looked at the bullet screen, his voice shivering from the cold:

"If someone could give me a hot milk tea now, I'd call them dad... I'm freezing to death."

"Why the hell is it suddenly snowing..."