Chapter 118: [Huaxia Chronicles] Flood Control! Flood Control!!! (6.6k combined chapter)

Historical games are not particularly brilliant on Blue Star.

This is because much of Blue Star’s history was destroyed after that meteor shower. Even with continuous excavations now, it is impossible to piece together the complete history of every federation. Plus, this is an era of "entertainment to death."

Very few people are interested in history.

Regarding the [Huaxia History Series] awards ceremony mentioned by Zhao Ming, countless company controllers and netizens watching the live stream frowned. Has Polar Star Company gone too far?

Launching something so niche? Do they think everything they make will be a hit?

Everyone was frowning.

On stage, as Zhao Ming’s voice faded, the lights in the awards hall gradually dimmed.

Only the large screen behind slowly lit up, and what came into view was a mountain cave.

At the tip of an inverted stalactite, a water droplet was condensing and slowly taking shape.

Drip!

The droplet fell onto the water surface, the sound echoing through the cave.

A pictograph "Water" (Oracle Bone Script) slowly emerged, accompanied by a line of large text below.

[Water is the source of life, but it was also the most terrifying enemy of ancient humanity.]

The scene suddenly zoomed up to the high sky.

The roar of surging waves suddenly erupted. From the high-altitude perspective, the earth was swept by rampant floods, mountains and rivers were submerged, and everything in sight was drowned. Blue Star people watching the CG couldn't help but feel a tightness in their chests.

The fear of nature surged into their hearts; this is an instinct carved into the body.

The scene continued to rise higher.

[Brothers, go and give me bad reviews ahhhhh!]

However, the general plates and shapes could still be vaguely identified as the "Earth's" Europe, Asia, and other regions.

The perspective suddenly plunged downward.

[Banks of the Nile]

Flooding river water carrying silt washed over the banks. Ancient priests prostrated before the altar, piously kneeling and praying to the idol on the altar. Following the priests' movements, countless scantily clad ancient humans below prayed for the gods' grace to descend.

Facing such a flood, it seemed only the gods could save them.

The scene switched to another location.

[Banks of the Euphrates]

Roaring river water, accompanied by thunderous fury, swept across the land. The gloomy sky poured down torrential rain, turning this river that nurtured life into a giant beast that devoured everything. The river water submerged the land and forests; countless human and animal corpses drifted in the water.

In the violent river, a huge wooden boat appeared, carrying countless animals and a family of pious believers.

All the animals were imitating the pious believers, praying to an unknown existence, seemingly begging that unknown existence to forgive humanity.

The scene switched to another location.

[Ganges Basin]

The rampant flood devoured village after village. Houses built of mud crumbled into fragments under the impact of the flood. Monks stood on the altar,

chanting and praying to an idol with hair like dancing snakes, begging for divine protection.

The flood kept rising, soon submerging the altar.

Everything disappeared: the altar, the idol, and... the praying monks.

At this moment.

Everyone on Blue Star watching this scene was silent, involuntarily drawn in. They subconsciously put themselves in that environment, feeling only deep despair. Humanity seemed truly powerless against the flood.

But... is that really so?

Just as the Blue Star people were watching the scene and feeling despair.

The scene cut back, slowly displaying.

[Yellow River]

The world had now turned into a vast ocean. Murky river water washed over mountains and land. The surviving humans hid on the mountain peaks, looking at the corpses of their clansmen floating in the raging water, their eyes filled with tears.

There were old people, infants, and those with arms stiffly held upward...

The once-worshipped altar had only half a stone pillar left exposed above the water, left to be battered by the flood. Amidst the roaring sound, even the remaining half of the pillar could not withstand the impact.

Countless people looked at all this, not knowing what to do.

A sense of despair surged through the screen, impacting the hearts of the Blue Star viewers. What should be done? What could be done?

Suddenly.

On the mountain, a mud-covered person stood up, raised a hand to wipe away tears, and bent down to pick up a turtle shell washed ashore by the Yellow River's waves. On it was carved the character "Water."

Looking at the "Water" character, the mud-covered man picked up a stone tool and carved a building-like shape to the right of the "Water" character.

"Zhi" (Control/Govern)

After carving the character, the man held the turtle shell and looked at the world that had turned into an ocean, his gaze becoming firm.

The scene slowly displayed several lines of large text.

[When other civilizations prayed to gods, the ancestors of Huaxia carved the first "Control" character on oracle bone.]

[The left side is water, the right side is a platform; the original meaning of "Control" was to build dams to prevent water disasters.]

[The flood was not a divine punishment, but an entrance exam for Huaxia civilization.]

[This nation's first resistance... was to declare war on nature.]

With the carving of this character.

The ancestors of this tribe began to fight the flood. They piled stones to build dams and dredged river channels, father to son, never stopping. But with the civilization level of ancient humans, how could they manage to control the flood?

Although the ancestors in the scene never stopped for generations, the flood still raged irregularly and unpredictably.

But the ancestors of this tribe did not give up. Instead, in the repeated resistance against the "Yellow River's" rampage, they constantly expanded and grew, until the appearance of a man who first clearly and explicitly planned a flood control project.

He united people from other tribes to work together to control the flood. From all the tribes around one tribe, from hundreds to tens of thousands, in the process of controlling the flood, all tribes in the Yellow River basin formed a collective consciousness for the first time.

Dividing into Nine Provinces, establishing cooperation.

It also promoted the progress of this civilization, having the concept of "All Under Heaven" for the first time.

The road of flood control was difficult. Some died of exhaustion, some fell to their deaths, some were drowned by the river, but no one gave up. They split mountains without stopping,

Persisting day and night.

Finally.

Under the leadership of that man for thirteen years as one day.

The roaring "Yellow River" lost its past ferocity and was pacified, flowing gently eastward. The mountains and hills once submerged by water revealed their ruggedness, farmland turned into granaries, and the divine statues in the temples were removed and replaced with clay sculptures of that man.

The gradually prosperous Huaxia ancestors began to develop rapidly, and the constantly updated buildings vaguely took on the appearance of palaces.

The scene slowly displayed several large characters.

["Records of the Grand Historian · Huaxia Chronicles" records: "Yu suppressed the flood for thirteen years, passing his home without entering. He traveled by carriage on land, by boat on water, by sled on mud, and by wooden shoes on mountains. With the plumb line on the left and the compass and square on the right, he carried the four seasons, opened the Nine Provinces, connected the Nine Paths, embanked the Nine Marshes, and measured the Nine Mountains."]

Then the scene switched rapidly, and a dynasty flying the "Xia" flag was born.

Xia cast the Nine Tripods, unifying the world.

Time flowed, seasons changed. The once-powerful Xia Dynasty saw smoke of war rise everywhere as time passed. The perspective rose, drifting toward the east of the Huaxia land, then landed. A mysterious bird with a strange demeanor landed on the "Shang" flag.

A mysterious bird's cry suddenly sounded in the scene.

Heaven mandated the mysterious bird, which descended and gave birth to Shang.

As time passed, even a power as strong as Shang reached its end. Dynasties changed, and a dynasty named "Zhou" appeared. The Duke of Zhou established rites and music, and thus the foundation of Huaxia civilization was laid.

Soon the "Zhou" Dynasty also reached its end.

At this time, a map of "Huaxia Land" appeared in the scene, with dense vassal states, and color blocks representing each vassal state scattered across the Huaxia land.

Then it was like big fish eating small fish. Blue Star netizens watched those color blocks swallowing each other. Some had just finished swallowing others when they were swallowed by the ones next to them in the blink of an eye, watching the time flow above.

A full three hundred years.

In the end, only seven color blocks of different colors remained.

Blue Star netizens couldn't help but be stunned. Three hundred years?

They fought for three hundred years?!

You know, it has only been three hundred years since the meteor shower on Blue Star. At that time, "Earth" had already been fighting for three hundred years. How many people must have died?

A shock never felt before impacted the minds of Blue Star netizens.

Originally, they thought the European battlefield in Polar Star's game "World War II: Rise of Empires" was already cruel enough, but compared to the war history of this Huaxia land, it seemed like nothing. They fought for a full three hundred years...

It’s simply unimaginable how tragic it must have been.

The scene switched suddenly.

The sound of a horn rang out. The scene appeared on a high platform. The back of a man in black and gold dragon robes appeared in the scene, standing on the high platform, with countless soldiers in armor and weapons below.

Blood-red large characters slowly emerged.

[The Birth of Wide-Area Kingship]

Looking at the displayed large characters, Blue Star netizens seemed to understand that the Huaxia land had been unified, but they didn't know which of the seven color blocks it was.

The scene alternated under various orders.

"Writing the same script"

"Standardizing carriage tracks," "Unifying weights and measures"

"Building the Ling Canal," "Expanding the Great Wall." One order after another left Blue Star netizens dumbfounded. Accompanied by one scene after another, it made Blue Star netizens feel surging emotions. After all, if one order could do this, if one could really experience the feeling of being an emperor, how cool would that be?

However.

The scene switched suddenly.

Exorbitant taxes and heavy labor.

Building palaces, the Great Wall, roads; countless laborers died of exhaustion or were beaten to death.

The scene changed to a torrential rain.

Hundreds of conscripts looked pale at the grass shed in the center in the rain. Beside the bonfire in the shed was a corpse wearing official robes.

The man holding a blood-stained sword turned around, his chest heaving, scanning these hundreds of conscripts, his roaring voice piercing through the rain curtain:

"You all missed the deadline due to the rain. Missing the deadline means execution!"

Hearing this, the hundreds of conscripts turned even paler, all because the imperial laws were strict.

Some were already paralyzed on the ground, not daring to think.

Scanning the crowd, the man holding the sword said slowly:

"If a brave man doesn't die, so be it; if he dies, he must leave a great name!"

Then he took a deep breath, his roar like thunder:

"Kings, nobles, generals, and ministers! Are they born with noble blood!!!"

Crack!

A bolt of lightning struck in the sky, exploding in the ears of these hundreds of conscripts. The conscripts' expressions gradually became firm.

The scene slowly displayed several large characters.

[The Destruction of the Myth of Kingship]

Then the map appeared again. The single-colored territory shattered, turning into broken color blocks again, but this time it was quickly swallowed up by the red force.

At this moment, Blue Star people watching this scene felt as if it were a cycle.

Unification, division, unification, division...

The next second.

A large area of black also appeared in the north of the Huaxia nation.

The scene suddenly pulled down.

[Xiongnu]

The two characters slowly emerged, and a new enemy appeared.

The Xiongnu cavalry swept over like a black cloud, splitting the battlefield. The soldiers in red armor opposite were easily slaughtered, cities were broken, and the harvested grain and women were plundered. Everywhere the eye could see, there were only bones.

Under the Xiongnu king's flag, a big man holding a golden whip looked at the plundered resources and pointed to the endless wheat fields in the distance, laughing loudly: "This place is fertile, it should be my pasture!"

The scene switched rapidly. Year after year, the Xiongnu constantly raided the Han lands.

Every time it was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, but the resilient Huaxia nation returned to that trampled land every year. They didn't want to waste that fertile land.

A full few decades!

The Huaxia nation had been suppressed and beaten by the Xiongnu.

Until...

Inside a magnificent palace.

A man in dragon robes sat on the imperial throne, scanning the ministers, his words domineering:

"I fight a war of momentum."

"Our dynasty has fought and lost repeatedly against the Xiongnu for seventy years, leading to low morale and the loss of national prestige."

"This battle of mine is to clearly tell the world and the Xiongnu."

"From now on, the offense and defense have changed!"

"The invaders can go! I! Can also go!!!"

The scene switched, and a large number of cavalry gathered at the border.

A virtual map appeared, representing the red Huaxia nation's force, charging deep into the black Xiongnu force.

Watching the red force advance and cut through the black force.

Blue Star players were extremely familiar with this scene.

In Mo Xiaomo's live stream, Mo Xiaomo, who was already stunned, couldn't help but be shocked:

"Isn't this 'Blitzkrieg'?!"

"But this is ancient times! How many years earlier than the Empire is this?!!!"

Such a scene happened in every live stream. Since the launch of "World War II: Rise of Empires," the Empire's Blitzkrieg had truly beaten Blue Star players numb.

It wasn't until the [Battle of Moscow] ended a few days ago that the myth of "Blitzkrieg" was broken.

But I didn't expect that Huaxia had already researched Blitzkrieg in ancient times.

The scene continued.

With the attack of the red force, the black force retreated in large areas.

The previously plundering Xiongnu no longer had the wild laughter of "This place is fertile, it should be my pasture." There were only countless Xiongnu fleeing west, occasionally looking back, crying with teary eyes:

"Lost my Qilian Mountains, making my six livestock unable to breed!"

With the attack of the red force, the black force on the virtual map was left with only small groups, in the eyes of Blue Star players, fleeing toward the European continent.

The scene switched to the common people of this Huaxia dynasty.

Hearing the news of the Xiongnu's crushing defeat, everyone's face was filled with proud smiles.

Blue Star netizens were in a trance.

Seventy years.

For an individual, it is a generation.

But counting by starting a family and career, father to son, it’s a full four or five generations. The resilience of this civilization and this nation is simply unimaginable.

The scene continued.

The territory of the red force was still expanding, but as time passed, it seemed to fall into a cycle again.

[Late Eastern Han Dynasty]

This once-powerful empire reached its end. The controlled territory constantly changed. The scene switched: labor, taxes, the plunder of powerful families, and civilians wantonly slaughtered.

In a trance.

Blue Star netizens always felt they had seen this scene somewhere. It seemed like the previous dynasties building palaces and the Great Wall... people living in misery.

Would there be a second "Kings, nobles, generals, and ministers, are they born with noble blood?"

This thought popped into the minds of Blue Star netizens, and then they watched the screen.

A place that could almost be called a dead city.

On the ground lay or leaned people, indistinguishable between living or corpses. It looked like there was an epidemic here. A man in Taoist robes rushed to the street holding a bowl of brewed medicine.

He found a child and wanted to feed the medicine into the child's mouth.

But when he rushed to the child's side, he suddenly froze, and the bowl of medicine in his hand fell to the ground.

The gaunt old man beside him was now without sorrow or joy, and said to the Taoist man in a hoarse voice:

"Thank you, Taoist priest. It's a pity for this bowl of medicine; she doesn't have this fortune. It's all fate..."

After speaking.

The gaunt old man's lips moved, and finally, his head drooped; he had already breathed his last.

The Taoist man raised his trembling hand and slowly closed the eyes of the grandfather and granddaughter.

They... were all starved to death.

The Taoist man stood up and looked at the common people mixed with corpses on the street, tears flowing down his face.

Medicine can cure diseases, but it cannot stop hunger...

Medical skills cannot save these common people. The Taoist man's gaze became much firmer, looking in a certain direction.

Whoosh!

Talisman papers burning in the sky flew up, blocking the view.

Then the talisman papers drifted into bowls of somewhat murky water. Sizzle—

The burning talisman papers extinguished upon meeting water, the ash melting into the bowls.

One could vaguely see grains of millet lying at the bottom of the murky water mixed with talisman ash.

Countless common people picked up the bowls, drank this "talisman water," tied yellow scarves, and rose up, shouting:

"Yellow Heaven protects me!!!"

Then they rushed toward the "enemy army" without fear of death.

The scene switched.

On the high platform of Julu.

The Taoist man held the nine-section staff high, pointing to the gray sky, looking at the tens of thousands of believers wearing yellow scarves below, his voice exploding like thunder:

"The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall stand! The year is Jiazi, the world shall be great!"

As the words fell.

Tens of thousands of believers erupted with a mountain-shaking response, the yellow scarves surging like waves!

Giving this dynasty, which had entered its twilight years, the most fatal blow.

A virtual map appeared, and the dynasty representing the red force was suddenly occupied by a large area of yellow force. For a moment, it was unclear who was strong and who was weak. The scene ended suddenly.

Blue Star netizens and the audience at the awards ceremony who were watching immersively felt it end abruptly.

Just as they were immersed in understanding the history of this civilization and this nation.

It was suddenly interrupted. That feeling of being stopped mid-way almost drove people crazy.

Why is it gone?!

What about the rest?!!!!

[Emotion Value +122541]

[Emotion Value +135747]

[Emotion Value +121...]

On stage.

Zhao Ming’s mouth curled up, feeling the influx of emotion values, and he coughed lightly:

"Alright."

"Due to the limited time of the awards ceremony."

"So, the history of this civilization and this nation will be played here for everyone today."

"If you want to know the details."

"Everyone can log in to the Polar Star game official website. We will release CGs one after another before the game goes online. Everyone, please look forward to it."

The scene was in an uproar, many people feeling suffocated.

The streamers and friends in the Great Xia Federation live stream also broke their defenses one after another. Mo Xiaomo pointed at Zhao Ming's face and said:

"I???"

"This guy is definitely Old Thief Zhao, no doubt!"

"With such a handsome face, how can he do such a wicked thing?!!!"

"Finish playing it?!!!"

The friends in the live stream were also furious.

[Rough rough rough! Just got immersed, and you give me this?]

[Brothers, go and leave me some bad reviews, ahhhhh!]

[Done, someone quickly recommend me a history game, I'm so thirsty.]

[Forget it, which history game can be made like this? Only Polar Star Company, but they aren't releasing it now.]

[Damn... to be honest, this Old Thief Zhao's story design is so awesome, why doesn't he go make movies?]

[I feel like if this CG was made into a full version, it could take the first place in the [Movie] category.]

The barrage floated by with words of agreement.

Fang Ming's live stream.

Watching Zhao Ming’s mouth reveal a smile, and then announcing there was no follow-up, Fang Ming was so angry he smashed the table a few times:

"Rough!"

"Sure enough! It's this jerk's style!"

"Ah—"

Fang Ming grabbed his hair. This, this is too much, right!!!

At this time.

The host of the "Anti-War Competition" awards ceremony seemed to have received some news and hurriedly said to Zhao Ming:

"Mr. Zhao Ming, the competition organizing committee has specially approved half an hour for you."

"You can continue to play the complete CG."

"If you didn't bring it, you can contact your company's people to get it first."

As soon as this was said.

The sky-filling curses in the major live streams stopped instantly, and countless Blue Star friends looked at Zhao Ming expectantly through the live stream.

But Zhao Ming had a righteous face, his mouth smiling lightly:

"How can that be."

"How can I break the rules?"

"I can't occupy everyone's time."

"If everyone wants to see it, go to the Polar Star official website. We will release CGs from time to time."

"Next, let me talk about the gameplay of this game."

As soon as this was said.

The cursing barrage that had just stopped instantly surged again in the major live streams.

[Deliberate! Absolutely deliberate ahhhhh!!!]

[This jerk really doesn't act like a human, rough!]

[Boycott Polar Star! Everyone don't play it!]

[MD, who is going to the East Sea with me to camp this jerk?]

[Me me me! Now that I know what he looks like, I must camp him! I'm going to prepare a sack!]

[Add me one!!!]

Zhao Ming naturally didn't know about these words.

However, it could be clearly seen that below the awards ceremony, quite a few forces were walking toward Shen Qinghan to hand over business cards.

Zhao Ming clicked on the virtual screen in front of him.

On the large screen behind him, a short CG popped up, still from the first-person perspective, sitting in a magnificent carriage carried by several people, with countless soldiers on both sides. As the first-person perspective passed by, they knelt down and shouted.

Blue Star players became interested. Just looking at this scene, it was pretty good.

As a modern person, commanding ancient people should be no problem, right?

And having learned so many tactics, maybe he could kill all sides when the time comes.

Just as Blue Star netizens were thinking, Zhao Ming explained:

"We have carefully designed thousands of identities for this [Huaxia History] series of games that will be launched in the future."

"Players will experience it from a first-person perspective, for example...:"

"Monarch."

Zhao Ming pointed to the first-person perspective in the scene. Obviously, this identity was the monarch, and also the identity for players to experience.

As the magnificent carriage stopped, the first-person perspective slowly stood up, picked up the sword beside him, and walked into a magnificent tent.

There were five other people in the tent, and there was a huge sand table in the center of the tent.

Zhao Ming explained:

"Players can experience the feeling of waking up to hold the power of the world and getting drunk on the knees of beauties."

"And you can feel the grand heroism of stirring the entire world situation with words and destroying a country at will."

"Like this...:"

The first-person perspective in the scene, along with the other five people, stood in front of the huge sand table, each with a smile on their face, and then drew their respective weapons. Blue Star players were drawn in by Zhao Ming's words.

Watching the first-person perspective draw the sword in his hand and put the weapon above the sand table together with the other five people, they subconsciously put themselves in it.

Then, including the first-person perspective, the six people looked at each other and laughed, laughing in unison:

"The mountains and rivers of the Qin State, divided by the six states!!!"

In an instant.

Blue Star players were addicted. It seemed... a bit interesting?!

Feeling the constant popping up of emotion values.

Zhao Ming’s mouth curled up. Blue Star players still didn't know they had been dug a big hole. After all, most of the CG just now used colors to represent forces, and didn't say the names...

Zhao Ming paused, clicked on the virtual screen in front of him again, and said:

"For another example..."

"You can also experience exotic customs."