Chapter 40
Chapter 40
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: It's Not a Self-Deprecating Stream
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“Everyone... sexual harassment is a bad thing...”
『Sorry!!!!』
『That was definitely sexual harassment lololol』
『If it were any other streamer, they'd already be done for lol』
『Even the mild-mannered Sukka got mad』
“I’m not really mad or anything... But I’d appreciate it if you could hold back a little... There might be viewers who feel uncomfortable with jokes like that?”
『Sukka is way too nice』
『There are female viewers too, so we gotta be mindful』
『The sniper who got sued by a sweetheart like her... scaryyyy』
『But that sniper was a female viewer lololol』
Fortunately, the viewers calmed down before Ttalgwi could step in.
If the manager came down hard on them, it wouldn’t be great for the stream, so it was better to handle things like this on my own when possible.
Still, how were they spamming sexual harassment comments so soon after I announced the lawsuit?
It seemed like our stream’s viewers were a tough bunch, loyal to their desires.
“Sukka, I’ll respawn now. I can’t hold out any longer with this bleeding.”
“Oh, okay. Thanks for cooperating. I’m really sorry for shooting you...”
Just then, Ghost came over with his farewell.
Thanks to the painkillers, he’d lasted this long, but the effects must have been wearing off.
Having killed an acquaintance with my own hands left me feeling a bit down.
Of course, it was just a game, so he wasn’t really dead, but that didn’t make it feel cheerful.
What bothered me most was that I’d shot him in his precious parts.
I made a bitter face, and Ghost chuckled before speaking.
“You don’t need to feel that bad about it. We’re enemies right now, aren’t we? It’s a perfectly natural situation.”
“That’s true, but...”
“If you’re worried about my lower half, don’t be. It was fair play within the game’s rules. I didn’t see the chat earlier, but I’m sure the viewers were just joking around. I was joking too— I’m not actually mad.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Feel free to go full leg meta, Sukka. As the first victim, I guarantee it’s not bad manners. That said, I’d love to team up as allies next time...”
“Thanks... Let’s definitely team up next time. Oh, mind if I send you a friend request?”
“I was about to ask you myself. Here’s my dog tag.”
Ghost and I exchanged dog tags.
We’d be enemies until the end of this match, but now we were friends.
Some viewers started freaking out and lighting up the chat.
But I was too proud of making a new gaming friend to care much.
“We’re still enemies, so I’ll keep it short. Good luck in the upcoming fight.”
“Hmm... Does that mean your allies are heading this way?”
“Say that, and I’d get reported for teaming. Anyway, time for me to respawn for real.”
“Okay. No holding back for each other.”
“Of course.”
With that farewell, Ghost coolly bit the dust.
He must have redeployed right away for a quick respawn.
Soon after, the radio crackled from the squad mate I’d sent on recon.
As expected, Ghost’s last words had been a heads-up for me.
= “Enemy forces approaching at high speed.”
“How many troops? Any vehicles?”
= “At least one squad. No vehicles spotted.”
“Everyone, get ready for combat. No point hiding the bodies, so leave them. The redeployed enemies must have warned about the ambush.”
I quickly issued orders and sprang into action.
I had to loot the grenades and rifles from the bodies so the enemies couldn’t use them.
Thanks to Ttalgwi’s eager help, we made it in time.
We took cover inside the building and held our breath. Soon, the sound of many footsteps echoed from the end of the European-style road.
= “Enemy confirmed at twelve total. They’re on alert toward Sukka’s position.”
“Got it. I’m staying put on purpose in the same spot. Wait patiently until they get close.”
= “You hid there on purpose? Got some kind of plan?”
“The enemies don’t know our exact numbers. They might think it’s just me. If we catch them off-guard, we can take them out without losses.”
If the enemies exploited the game’s mechanics, so would we.
The dead enemies from before must have reported my presence, so we needed to play a bit smarter in response.
Twelve enemies was too many for me alone.
This time, for the squad’s kill points, we’d fight together.
“I’ll draw their attention first. Fire on my signal.”
= “Going for the leg meta?”
“No need to aim only for the lower body. Adapt flexibly to the situation.”
= “Roger. Time to add twelve female players to Frontark.”
While they cracked jokes, the enemies entered effective range.
But they were wary of ambushes and weren’t rushing in.
If they wouldn’t come to us, we’d lure them.
Recalling my Eastern Front experience, I launched into full-method acting.
- Bang!
“Nyaack!”
I fired at the innocent ceiling and yelled loudly.
I was deliberately causing a misfire to reveal my position to the enemies.
Even I was startled by my own scream—it was method acting at its finest.
Elena must have felt like this when she misfired during a standoff with the Germans.
Back then, the misfire got us surrounded, and many comrades died.
But this time, I wouldn’t let a single casualty happen.
“That fucking bastard’s still hiding in there?”
“Hey, you camper! Is that spot that sweet?!”
I gripped my PPSh, ignoring their curses.
As expected from the guys we’d just killed, they were furious.
But they weren’t my acquaintances, so no mercy needed.
I stuck my muzzle out the window and sprayed dozens of blind rounds.
- Ratatata-tang—!!
“Damn, that scared me! Is that a PPSh?!”
“Aim before you shoot, you idiot!”
The enemies ducked for cover and jeered at me.
They must have thought I panicked from my own misfire and got spooked.
Soon, the formed-up enemies charged at full speed.
Since they hadn’t taken suppressive fire after my misfire, they figured only a few of us were here.
Confident in their numbers, they’d surely try to surround the house I was in.
Of course, they’d stay alert, but on a new map, the ambush was unlikely to be spotted.
Dropping their guard because it was just a game would be their fatal mistake.
As they got close enough, I gave the order to everyone.
“Agon!”
= “Huh?”
“Fire!”
= “Open fire!!”
With Ttalgwi’s spirited command, thunder roared from all sides.
Sixteen PPShs wove a lattice of bullets.
It takes only four seconds to empty a 71-round magazine on a PPSh.
In other words, over a thousand rounds poured onto the enemies in those four seconds.
The gunfire was so loud, even screams were drowned out.
By the time I reloaded and checked, every last enemy was down.
= “They’re actually coming in?”
= “Holy shit! Volley fire hits different!”
= “Was that Sukka’s acting just now?”
The squad’s excited cheers came over the radio.
The thunderous volley briefly triggered my PTSD, but their cheers kept me grounded.
Relieved we’d made it through unscathed, I let out a sigh.
I scanned for any survivors and asked everyone.
“How’s everyone holding up?”
= “PPSh ain’t bad, huh? Recoil’s lighter than I thought.”
“Huh, really?”
= “High fire rate is straight-up busted. Watching them drop like flies is terrifying.”
“Y-Yeah! The PPSh is a scary gun!”
I’d actually been asking about casualties, but their unexpected praise forced me to pivot.
My voice rose naturally at finally getting recognition for the PPSh’s performance.
Looks like if you explain with sincerity, anyone will get it.
My validation itch was finally scratched, and I couldn’t hide my joy.
But the PPSh’s rampage wasn’t over yet.
To drive the final nail, I issued the next orders.
“Alright, let’s hop in the truck and move! The PPSh has plenty more stages to shine on!”
= “Pfft! Sukka, aren’t you a bit too excited? You love it when PPSh gets praise?”
“Ah! A-A little... No, a lot...”
= “But do we really need to move? This spot’s a total honey pot.”
“Oh, as much as it sucks, we have to...”
Ttalgwi’s words cooled my excitement, and I slipped outside.
I carefully checked for living enemies while explaining the plan.
“This worked because the area’s unfamiliar and the ambush caught them off-guard. Now our info’s leaked, so one-sided fights are off the table. They’ll either send tanks to break us or abandon the flank for other points.”
The enemies would likely give up this chokepoint.
They’d worry about tank deployment amid base fights, and lacked the unity to mass more troops than us.
We couldn’t wait forever for uncertain enemies.
Better to be satisfied with sealing the flank and bounce.
“We could push their rear along this road, but they’re not dumb—they’ll have countermeasures. So stick to the original plan.”
= “Break through the contested point?”
“Yes, exactly. The bases are probably in a slugfest right now. To win the war, we gotta hurry and tip the scales.”
= “Sounds good. After that volley, I bet we can punch through anything.”
Fortunately, the squad had gained confidence from the skirmish.
Higher trust in the PPSh meant better win odds.
With PPSh perception improved, now it was time to win the war.
I straightened my tilted ushanka and declared confidently.
“Yes, exactly. We can punch through anything.”
For a Soviet-armed squad like ours, a few points were child’s play.
If Germany peaked in tech, the Soviets peaked in breakthrough power.
“The Red Army’s charge is the world’s best.”
Tech can’t stand up to breakthrough power.
No matter how modern the tech, it’d be helpless against a Red Army charge.
History proves it.
Puffed up with pride, I waited for the squad.
Then, a eye-catching donation popped up in chat.
I read it while waiting for the squad to regroup.
【User ㅇㅇ donated 1,000 coins!】
〔But didn’t the Red Army just get beat until the late war?〕
“Ugh...”
Hitting me with facts like a coward.
But we won the war, so it’s fine, right?
“L-Let’s get going quick.”
I bolted to the truck and yelled.
Better to flee before counterarguments.
But an unexpected problem blocked my escape.
Head down, I had no choice but to ask Ttalgwi for help.
“Tt-Ttalgwi... Help me up...”
“Sure!”
The truck was too high.