Chapter 31

After Zhao Ming released the game update.

He prepared to see how the Northern Federation beat it, opened the game's backend, and pulled out the data of the clearance team.

Then, following the data to check...

Zhao Ming widened his eyes:

"Hmm?"

The dense opening data was completely different from what he imagined.

He thought it was a divine soldier descending from heaven.

As a result... they died more times than those normal players.

It's just that after every death, there was some progress.

From persisting for more than six minutes at the start, it gradually increased to twenty minutes, lasting until the arrival of air support, and then there was that victory data.

Looking at the majestic feeling in the video again.

Good guy... they are also people who care about face.

However, the Northern Army's backing can be used to promote it.

Zhao Ming logged into his Federation Headlines account; the account had gained more than a million followers in one afternoon, but most of them came to curse Zhao Ming, but Zhao Ming didn't care about that and directly @ the official account of the Northern Army:

"@Northern Army, I didn't expect someone to actually beat it; worthy of being the Northern elites of the Great Xia Federation, it is truly the happiness of the people of the Great Xia Federation to have such an army protecting them~"

"In addition, everyone should also communicate more with the NPCs; I believe players have already discovered that each NPC is an independent individual, and each has a different story; communicating more might trigger hidden plots~"

Of course.

To prevent players from cursing him after triggering hidden plots.

Zhao Ming looked at the million-plus haters and set it to comments from mutual followers only.

Then he followed the Northern Army, done!

Publish!

And because of the Northern Army's backing, the popularity of "World War II: Rise of the Empire" continued to climb, even alarming other military regions; soon, the East, West, South, and North war zones fought overnight, and soon other troops were on the leaderboard.

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Great Xia Federation, North.

Songor Tundra.

Gorgeous auroras hung in the sky.

This is the border between the Great Xia Federation and the Slavic Energy Federation; stationed here is the Great Xia Federation's Northern 3rd Armored Group Army, which has five armored divisions and nine branch brigades under its jurisdiction; its main task is to defend against the Slavic Energy Federation in the north.

At this time.

7th Special Operations Brigade.

Looking at the trending headlines, Shen Yan, as the Mobile Corps Commander, smiled from ear to ear.

Because the video on the internet was the masterpiece of their Special Operations Brigade.

Originally, it was just a request for promotion from his niece, Shen Qinghan.

He originally wanted to see the game before deciding whether to help or not; after all, they are official, and they cannot express opinions at will.

He didn't expect this game to be really interesting.

The tragic and realistic battlefield environment; he didn't know how many times they had played before they took it down; no wonder Qinghan said with certainty that he would definitely help; this game is too good.

The effect of training can no longer be described as amazing.

Usually, when they are pulled into the ice and snow to practice, they don't make these boys complain, but after playing the game for an afternoon, they were all beaten into submission; the realistic battlefield environment simulation beat these boys into submission.

Why didn't anyone make something so realistic and cruel before?!

It would have been great if it appeared earlier!

Especially looking at the newly updated speed leaderboard, and it's real-time; this is too wonderful!!!

Watching the troops from other regions get on the list one after another, but none of them have surpassed them so far, Shen Yan's smile never stopped, and he ordered his subordinates:

"Extra meal, extra meal!"

"Today's dinner, eat and drink well to keep your spirits up, and continue to practice for me."

"The other military regions have already started to catch up."

"Can't let them catch up!"

Especially since several of them are troops where old comrades from the military academy are located.

Shen Yan decided to call and contact his classmates later; after all, they hadn't been in touch for so long.

Suddenly he was number one in the entire Great Xia Federation, you say...

At this time.

Shen Yan's phone rang; seeing it was a call from Shen Qinghan, he immediately answered:

"Hello, Qinghan."

"Hahahaha, no need to thank me, I have to thank you instead."

"This game is really good."

"It's very helpful for training, and there's a realistic battlefield environment."

"It will definitely be popularized throughout the army; you will become famous this time, and the old man will definitely be happy."

"What? You didn't make it? Isn't that your company?"

"Oh... partnership."

"It's okay, anyway, you have shares, this time it counts as showing your face."

"Hey, by the way."

"Are there any more difficult instances in this game? This Normandy isn't enough for us to fight."

"What died numb, who said that?!"

"Ahem... there are records in the backend; don't talk about that, help me ask about the instances."

"Yes, I want a more difficult instance, I'll train these boys well."

As the phone hung up, the smile on Shen Yan's face didn't diminish.

Looking at the hung-up phone, he clicked on the address book to find an old comrade:

"Hello? Old Wu."

"What? Can't I call if there's nothing?"

"At least we are old classmates, it's only right to contact and connect."

"By the way."

"Did your brigade also play that 'World War II: Rise of the Empire'?"

"Ask me if there's anything you don't know."

"I just looked at the leaderboard and happened to see you in the 50s, so I thought I'd call and ask you about your side..."

Before Shen Yan finished speaking, a roar came directly from the other end of the phone:

"Happened to see your grandfather!"

"The 50s are already ranked on the second page, you happened to see your ***!"

"Get lost!!!"

"I'll surpass you tomorrow!!!"

Slap!

The phone was hung up; Shen Yan shook his head with a melancholy face:

"Tsk... what kind of person is that?"

"Turning his face after saying two words."

"Let me see who else... Hello? Old Xu..."

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On the other side.

Polar Star Game Company.

It's already late at night.

The company has already finished work, and other employees have already gone home.

Zhao Ming is staying in the company.

The original body sold everything that could be sold, and after making the game, he has always slept in the company; Zhao Ming just came and didn't have time to toss, so he continued to sleep in the company.

Zhao Ming sat in front of the computer, looking through the trending topics and game reviews.

In just one day.

It successfully beat other games and topped the popularity list; even players from other Federations commented in foreign languages; it seems that this game has also caused quite a stir in other Federations.

At this time.

Zhao Ming's phone rang; looking at the caller, Zhao Ming was a little surprised:

"Why are you calling so late?"

Zhao Ming answered the phone and asked:

"What are your instructions, senior sister."

Shen Qinghan's voice came:

"I heard you say before that other instances will be opened later."

"Are there any exclusive instances like Chishui, Changjinhu, Republic, etc., do you still remember these?"

After hearing this, Zhao Ming said:

"That's right."

"Crossing the Chishui River four times, Battle of Changjinhu, Republic's Blue (Blue Army, full... tactical nuclear strike)"

"Besides these, there are some exclusive instances, but there's no time to make them yet."

"They are all timelines ahead of World War II, with more advanced tactics, and are instances that are not open to the public."