Chapter 6: Shen Qinghan: Is this game very difficult?

After exiting the virtual helmet, Zhao Ming began to study the game gameplay.

If he let the players keep dying like this, they would definitely give up after a while; he had to give them some hope.

Thinking.

Zhao Ming began to operate the computer, constantly inputting commands to the photonic supercomputing cluster.

Zhao Ming planned to make "World War II: Rise of the Empire" into a game where players could immerse themselves in the plot and participate by playing characters, but because the funds were insufficient now, he could only make the opening CG and the general plot first.

And the famous battles in the game were large-scale online confrontation dungeons.

Just like the "Normandy Landings" dungeon used to attract players now.

First give a brief background introduction to the Second World War, and then directly let players enter the large-scale confrontation dungeon of "Normandy Landings."

After clicking to queue, it would automatically start after gathering 500 people.

And players would be randomly assigned to the landing craft at the very front of the Allied forces attacking Omaha Beach, letting players experience the feeling of being cannon fodder when the heavy machine gun fire truly starts after the war begins.

However, to prevent players from losing confidence.

Every time they die, they must be prompted with how many times they have died in total.

If they die 100 times in total or successfully kill 10 enemy defenders on the beach, they can be promoted to commander.

After being promoted to the commander of the landing craft.

Players can command the landing craft's forward direction and the timing of lowering the baffle at the start of the charge.

On the surface, it gives players a chance to command the battle.

In reality.

Zhao Ming increased the firepower of the enemy defenders on Omaha Beach quite a bit; just the machine gun positions were increased by ten...

Let alone commanding one landing craft, even commanding ten... they wouldn't be able to attack.

However, it wasn't that there was no way to succeed.

Each game starts with 500 people, as long as 300 players can withstand 20 minutes of machine gun fire, the reinforcements that arrive after 20 minutes will destroy nearly half of the heavy machine gun positions and bunkers on the beach.

Then if those 300 people and the enemy defenders fight head-on and finally win.

Then that counts as a successful landing.

It's just that how long it will take for players to reach this level is unknown.

According to Zhao Ming's understanding of people's thinking.

All players who act as cannon fodder will definitely curse and think that if they were the commander, they would definitely not die so miserably.

And discovering that the cumulative number of deaths can lead to promotion to commander.

To save face.

They will have to keep playing until they become a commander.

Imagining how wonderful it would be to command the battle.

Without knowing.

Zhao Ming didn't intend to act like a human at all; just increasing those firepower points was not something that could be attacked head-on.

Anyway, the players don't know, just torture them.

Constantly revising and modifying, a night passed quickly.

The next day.

Morning.

Zhao Ming in the office was woken up by hunger.

Smelling the inexplicably appearing breakfast aroma, Zhao Ming yawned and opened his eyes, sitting up from the sofa:

"Senior, when did you come?"

Sitting on the single sofa next to him was Shen Qinghan, and on the coffee table in front of Zhao Ming was a breakfast.

Zhao Ming didn't stand on ceremony, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating.

Shen Qinghan said:

"Just arrived a while ago."

"Did you work all night?"

Looking at Zhao Ming, who looked normal, Shen Qinghan looked at him with admiration.

This psychological quality is strong enough.

She never expected Zhao Ming to look so gentle.

But he could actually break someone's bones.

After those two reporters reported to her yesterday, she didn't quite believe it.

But the mole's injuries couldn't be faked.

Having the leisure to make a game after beating someone up, there's no one else like him.

Zhao Ming nodded, drinking porridge while saying:

"Hmm."

"One night, finally almost done."

"I'll polish the details later."

"It can be finished before the competition starts."

Shen Qinghan's eyes were a bit suspicious and surprised:

"A game made in one night..."

"This... can it be played?"

It wasn't that Shen Qinghan doubted, but it was too fast.

One afternoon plus one night.

Counting fully, it was only twelve hours.

And it's done?

Zhao Ming nodded and said:

"Of course."

"Do you want to experience it, if you don't mind."

"My virtual helmet is on the desk."

"You can experience it."

Shen Qinghan turned her head to look; there was indeed a virtual helmet on the desk. She didn't think much, stood up, walked over, picked up the virtual helmet, and walked back to the sofa to put it on.

Shen Qinghan's eyes lit up, and then a virtual desktop appeared.

Looking at the gun icon named "World War II: Rise of the Empire," Shen Qinghan moved her mind.

The screen flashed.

The scene changed, and she had already entered the landing craft.

The roar in her ears came.

Shen Qinghan looked up.

In the sky, planes that looked very old were rushing toward the direction the landing craft was advancing.

She was now on the deck.

Wearing a military uniform and holding a gun that had been eliminated for many years in reality.

Shen Qinghan picked up the gun and operated it, nodding:

"The details are not bad."

Such old guns hadn't been used for many years.

It could attract a wave of nostalgic players.

After all, they were used to playing games with big fish and meat (mechs, starships), so occasionally eating some wild vegetables was excellent.

Shen Qinghan turned her head to look around; they were all NPCs, but these NPCs were doing everything, some smoking, some praying, some kissing crosses and muttering.

And some were vomiting on the landing craft because they couldn't control it.

This made Shen Qinghan furrow her brows.

She wasn't seasick, and she could keep her balance on this shaking landing craft, but this picture was a bit disgusting:

"Why make this kind of thing so real?"

Out of sight, out of mind, Shen Qinghan turned her head away.

Then a task appeared before her eyes.

[Main task: Capture Omaha Beach.]

[Task reward: Promoted to commander (can become an officer commanding the landing craft at the start of each game)]

Seeing this, Shen Qinghan understood.

"Capture a beach?"

Seeing that there were too many people ahead, Shen Qinghan didn't go to squeeze with the NPCs, but leaned out from the edge of the landing craft and looked toward the beach.

What came into view was a beach full of steel obstacles and many bunkers.

Their own planes were constantly bombing the beach, providing fire suppression for the landing craft. Shen Qinghan turned to look around; there were at least a hundred landing craft rushing toward the beach at the same time.

Shen Qinghan also had a bottom line in her heart, then looked at the beach, her gaze constantly moving, looking for the best landing spot.

For her marksmanship, Shen Qinghan still had confidence.

As long as she led these NPCs to occupy the beach, it would be a victory.

With so many steel obstacles, they could be used as cover.

This game doesn't look difficult, it's just very retro. ===== CHAPTER 7 =====