"Thank God! We're saved!"
"It's the Federation Air Force!!!"
The soldier beside him shouted excitedly.
Bai Xiang also looked towards the distant sky, where planes from the direction of the British Commonwealth were speeding in, heading for the Imperial bombers.
Bai Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on his face:
"Brothers, we don't have to die!"
He immediately adjusted the live broadcast room, changing the broadcast title.
[In Dunkirk, now boarded the ship, live streaming the aerial battle.]
Then he switched back to the game, looking up at the sky.
The live broadcast's bullet screen scrolled continuously.
[Hasn't this live broadcast title been changed eight times a day?]
[66666, you're really good at this.]
[No, why are those guys still thanking God?]
[Right, shouldn't they be thanking the Federation, thanking the warships?]
[The broadcaster's storyline is thrilling, experiencing everything.]
