Chapter 64
Chapter 64
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 64
Chapter Title: Not a Self-Deprecating Broadcast
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『Does she make food and eat it...?』
『Sukka when are you coming!!!』
『Then she makes food and eats it, how else?』
『Oh right lol』
『I wanna see Sukka cooking in an apron hehe』
『Sukka mommy♡』
I took a moment to browse the chat window before resuming the stream.
The viewers were having a blast among themselves even with the screen and audio off.
My stomach was churning a bit after scooping canned spam straight into my mouth with a spoon.
On top of that, seeing chats like 'Sukka's so tiny she'll starve to death like a baby' made me dry-heave.
With the streamer and manager gone, they were really going wild.
I turned the stream's audio back on secretly, planning to mess with them from hiding.
【User ㅇㅇ donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Surprise question: What's the food Nazis hate?〕
“.......”
【User ㅇㅇ donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Baitfish stew lolololololol〕
“Pfft!”
But sadly, I got caught right away.
Who knew my stream had such a comedic genius.
『Sukkaa came baaack lololololol』
『No way she snorted at that dad joke?』
『lololololololololol』
『Baitfish steeeew lolololol』
“I didn't laugh....”
『Memo... Sukka likes dad jokes...』
『Turn on the screen already!!!』
『Busting a gut but pretending not to laugh lololol』
『Still can't see the screen』
“Baitfish... stew....”
I logged into Frontline Archive and started streaming the screen.
Only then did the viewers cheer in chat, saying they could finally breathe.
They must've been really frustrated after just 30 minutes.
Looks like I should do a mukbang next break.
Anyway, with reorganization complete, it was time to start the full frontal assault.
I waved as I approached the comrades gathered at the armory.
“I'm here. Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“Oh? Sukka's here!”
Ttalgwi, Ghost, Wardaddy, Bible, Gordo, Wild Boar.
The six comrades welcomed me warmly.
First, I passed by 'Number Two Bedwetter' Ttalgwi and headed to the tank crew.
I wanted to hear how Sutzka handled and plan ahead.
“Wardaddy, how was the ride comfort on Sutzka?”
“Well, ride was rough, but performance was solid. It's basically the ultimate heavy tank, and no breakdowns since it's a game.”
“Bible, how about you? Any issues aiming the main gun?”
“Sutzka, good. Thanks, Sukka.”
“Uh, um... Then Gordo? Was driving tough?”
“Killed it. Killed me how good the tank was.”
“Th-that's great then....”
I looked at Wardaddy with a what-the-hell expression.
It was our first real chat, and Bible and Gordo's speech was super weird.
Wardaddy waved it off like no big deal.
They weren't messing with me on purpose.
“They're American, talking in English right now. Auto-translate makes it sound off.”
“Am-American? But the NPCs we met yesterday translated fine?”
“It's just their slang. Can't translate 'fuckin' beast of a tank that fucks shit up' literally.”
“Ah....”
I sighed softly and glanced at Bible and Gordo.
They were flashing white teeth and thumbs-upping me.
Come to think of it, Bible had light skin, Gordo dark.
I thought it was just customization, but they were real U.S. military folks.
Meeting U.S. troops right after spam made it feel weird.
Like they'd hand out chocolate if I acted cute.
『For real black bro and white bro appeared lol scary』
『Sukka once you go black you never go back♡』
『War Daddy bro's legit U.S. military damn』
『Call 'em Yankee uncles lolololol』
“Hey, Yankee uncles....”
『Sukka = Natural female who corrupted 4 U.S. troops into Soviets』
『Yankee uncles lololololol』
『Sukka's oblivious flirting is top-tier lololol』
『She'd be done for without Nonnon fr』
“Ugh....”
I shuddered and looked away from chat.
Shin Ara had been swamped lately, and viewers were loving it.
Maybe time for another great purge soon.
With that thought, I sent 'female' and 'Nonnon' to the Gulag to restore discipline.
Anyway, glad the tank uncles liked Sutzka.
Now just need to outfit infantry gear, so I pointed to the military store and said to everyone.
“Then let's go fit personal firearms.”
“Huh? You're picking gear for us too, Sukka?”
“Yeah, I'll recommend some good guns.”
“Hmm... Wonder if there are good ones....”
“.......”
“Ah, nothing! To the military store!”
I led everyone there.
Updated to WWII setting, so the guns on display were all familiar.
Time for me to pick fitting weapons for each.
I stepped into the Soviet firearms section and started explaining confidently.
“First, tank uncles should use the PPSh-41. SMG's easy to carry.”
“Got it. But what's this 'tank uncle' nonsense?”
“Ah! S-sorry if it offends... Viewers gave you the nickname....”
“Fine by me. Better than 'mister'.”
I recommended PPSh-41s and Tokarev pistols to the tank uncles.
Best choice for cramped tanks.
But tankers shouldn't need personal weapons if possible.
So they were basically spare mags for me.
No need to conserve ammo—my heart raced.
I wiped drool and pointed to a gun for Ttalgwi.
“For Ttalgwi, I recommend the SVT-40 there. Powerful semi-auto rifle, suits you.”
“Huh? Not Mosin-Nagant?”
“No, you're tall. SVT'll be comfy. Attach 3.5x scope and be designated marksman.”
“Designated marksman? Awesome! Back in the day I was a shit-hot sniper!”
“Ah, yes. Very reliable.”
Recommended SVT-40 to Ttalgwi.
Fires Mosin rounds semi-auto—monster performance.
Heavy and long, but tall strong Ttalgwi could handle.
Irina's fave, so she'd pick it up quick.
I once threw a fit for an SVT-40.
Still remember the quartermaster knuckle-rapping 'a runt like you can't handle the weight.'
“And for Ghost, DP-28. Powerful LMG with 47-round pan mag.”
“I'm Ghost, not tachanka.”
“Huh? Tachanka? You mean infantry support cart? Don't wanna be machine gunner?”
“Ahem... Just kidding. I'll equip the DP-28.”
“Ah, good. Thanks so much.”
DP-28 for Ghost.
Auto-fires Mosin rounds—beyond monster, insane power.
Iconic 47-round pancake drum is the charm.
Four times SVT weight, but Ghost's arms thicker than my head—no recoil issue.
With everyone's weapons sorted, only I and Wild Boar were unarmed.
He'd helped, but unclear if he'd join the frontal assault.
Attack pilot helping would be huge.
Hoping so, I looked up at Wild Boar and asked softly.
“Um... Wild Boar, what about you?”
“Huh? Me?”
“Will you be my comrade too?”
“Co-comrade?”
“Yeah... You'd be so reliable....”
“Uh, um... Of course I'll help?”
“Really? Yay! Thanks!”
Wild Boar would join us—great.
I smiled faintly and bowed thanks.
But he's an air fighter, not ground.
Recommend planes, not guns.
“Then for Wild Boar, IL-2 Shturmovik. Soviet attacker, 'flying tank' tough. You know it?”
“Ah... Guess I gotta buy an attacker....”
“Huh? You didn't buy Shturmovik? But you got Stuka... Hate Soviet attackers?”
“N-no! Planned to! Getting one now, don't make that face.”
“Ah! Knew it. You're a cool comrade, Wild Boar.”
“Y-yeah....”
Recommended IL-2 Shturmovik to Wild Boar.
Most-produced military aircraft ever—even knew it pre-game.
Remember fields turned to hell in one pass.
He liked attackers anyway, so sincere about buying.
Can forgive the dive-bombing knockout now.
Proud, I giggled.
『Oblivious flirting then hard sell damn』
『Sukka... scary kid...』
『Without Nonnon she'd be a gold digger fr』
『Banned dudes so wronged lolol』
『Future scares me natural female damn』
『Sukka clueless what she does lol』
Viewers' reactions weird.
Like I did something bad—felt wronged.
Definitely need a great purge soon.
'Nonnon' and 'female' straight to Gulag.
“So what gun you taking, Sukka?”
Ttalgwi, checking SVT, set it down and asked.
Her sentences shortening, but Ttalgwi so okay, no comment.
Funny she asks my gun.
Obvious answer.
“PPSh-41 for me.”
“Ah, figures... But say the full 'sh'.”
“PPSh-41.”
“Good.”
I went to counter with Ttalgwi.
Had unlocked PPSh-41 in storage, but store could fetch it.
But WWII era, no tactical PPSh-41.
Bittersweet, I asked the NPC gloomily.
“Could you get PPSh-41 and Tokarev pistol....”
“Sure. PPSh-41 model?”
“Huh?”
NPC reply odd—weirdly hopeful.
I leaned on counter, looked up.
Licked dry lips, asked.
“An-any chance tactical PPSh-41?”
“Yes, possible. But no modern attachments.”
“Gasp!”
“Fetch tactical PPSh-41?”
“Yes!”
Don't know how, but tactical PPSh-41 usable.
Shocked and thrilled, butt wiggled.
NPC fetched tactical PPSh-41 from storage.
Like reuniting with old comrade, I hoisted it high and yelled.
“Tactical PaPa!”
Only me with tactical on Eastern Front.
Can't wait to brag to Irina.