Chapter 130: 【Battle for the Central Station】, the more tragic difficulty 【Okinawa】 (6k Combined Chapter)

Although it was still a few hours until dark.

But the battle at the Central Railway Station outside had been going on for a day.

I'm afraid it won't stop at night, and there are Imperial soldiers popping up from nowhere wandering around the station.

Once not careful, it will be like Mo Xiaomo just now, killed without any awareness.

Yu Feng looked at the surrounding terrain and the positions of both sides, and said in the room:

"When breaking out at night, after leaving the building, retreat to the east."

"Get closer to the station."

"The south side of the station is full of Imperial troops, don't know where Imperial soldiers will pop up."

Fang Ming said in the room:

"Okay, let's break out to the east."

"The building is definitely not going to work."

"Can't be trapped in this building."

"And it's written on the 【Stalingrad Medal】 mission, lead a 50-person squad, use the ruins environment to fight street fighting with Imperial soldiers for ten days."

"It means we still have to fight street fighting, holding on to the building is not a way."

Everyone had no objections, and after organizing their weapons and equipment, they guarded nervously in the room, waiting for the arrival of night.

In this dilapidated office building as high as seven floors, it was quiet and silent.

But Fang Ming and others all knew that besides their 30-plus people, there were dozens of Imperial soldiers hiding in it, because when they started, there were 50 people.

Everyone discussed the breakout route and the attack plan for the night in the room.

Although the characters in the game basically didn't move and there was nothing to see, watching the streamers discuss tactics, these Blue Star friends also watched with relish.

As time passed,

Night quickly descended, Fang Ming and others prepared to act, and the goal was to quickly advance to the stairs on the east side of the corridor and find a way downstairs to gather.

The pitch-black corridor could only be illuminated a little by the moonlight. Although it wasn't bright, it was quite fatal.

More than thirty people were distributed in seven different rooms.

At the moment Fang Ming gave the assault order, each streamer's room on each floor threw some flour collected into the corridor.

Then threw a grenade toward the center of the corridor.

There wasn't much flour, and with all the glass in the corridor broken, it couldn't reach the requirements for dust explosion, but it was the best material for making smoke bombs.

Boom!

With a deafening explosion.

The shockwave of the grenade spread to both sides.

The flour mixed with dust in front of each room door was scattered everywhere.

The corridor that could be vaguely seen under the moonlight was now completely invisible.

Accompanied by the spread of the smoke made of flour.

The room doors that had been quietly opened rushed out squad members, rushing toward the stairs on the east side.

The sudden chaotic footsteps startled the Imperial soldiers hiding in each room.

In the corridor on the seventh floor, two streamer players closer to the stairs had already rushed to the stairs, turning around to prepare to meet the other two streamers.

But because of the distance,

Those two streamers had only rushed halfway when a wooden door in a room was suddenly kicked open, hitting a streamer.

In the white dust smoke, the situation could not be seen clearly.

The two streamers guarding the stairwell wanted to rush over, but heard a 'Rat-tat-tat' submachine gun sound, and the fire bloomed in the smoke.

A streamer rushed out of the smoke:

"Retreat!"

Seeing this, the two streamers guarding the stairwell on the seventh floor didn't hesitate and rushed directly to the lower floor.

And in the livestream room of the streamer who stopped on the seventh floor.

Pushed away the Imperial soldier who was shot to death by the submachine gun on his body, he wasn't dead yet, but a dagger was inserted into his neck,

could only make a sound.

Obviously, he was about to be gone too.

At this time, footsteps came, and this streamer raised his hand.

"Slap!"

Grabbed the ankle of a military boot, trying to delay some time, but a huge force threw his hand away, and the pitch-black muzzle turned.

Bang—!

The screen fell into darkness completely.

Back to the main interface, this streamer stood on the main interface and said helplessly to the livestream room:

"Just outrageous, can bump into this too?"

"Can't see anyone in that corridor at all, damn, kicked the door onto me."

The friends in the livestream room also watched the fun, all kinds of comments.

This streamer shook his head and could only wait for the next game.

Then he enlarged the 50 split screens in the bottom right corner. Originally there were 37 split screens, after this wave of breakout, counting himself,

a total of 6 died.

31 left.

This was still the case with simple smoke bombs, otherwise more would have died. Obviously, the Imperial soldiers in this building were just as nervous, reacting instantly and starting to fight.

At this time, the 31 people in the squad had already rushed to the stairs on the first, second, and third floors,

the streamers on the first and second floors scattered a few bags of flour at the end of the corridor on the first floor, then everyone quickly rushed out along the stairs.

Ran directly to the east.

There were windows on the north and south sides of the building, but there were only stairs and walls on the east side, which was a blind spot for the line of sight in the building.

The rushing crowd quickly retreated to the east.

And the last streamer listened to the chaotic footsteps in the building, used a wire to connect the grenade pin to the door handle, and stuck the grenade in a place.

Then quickly retreated.

Half a minute later.

The cautious Imperial soldiers gathered, only to find that the purpose of those 'Soviet troops' was to break out of the building, and hurriedly wanted to go out to check.

As the door was opened with huge force, the grenade pin stuck under the stone was pulled.

A few seconds later.

Boom!!!

The grenade detonated the dust piled up in the air.

The fire spread instantly.

The whole building trembled, a large amount of glass 'clatter' 'clatter' fragments collapsed, and the Imperial soldiers on the first floor were pushed out several meters by the impact of the explosion.

Never got up again.

And Fang Ming and others had already blended into the night.

Near the Central Railway Station.

Everyone walked along the ruins for more than ten minutes before stopping in a building courtyard with ruins cover on all four sides, and a few people were separated to touch the surroundings.

Probing for any enemy situation.

The rest of the crowd studied tactics based on the 'Real-time Map' on the Polar Star official website, the current situation of Stalingrad, and their approximate location.

Not long after.

The streamer who probed returned one after another, but didn't find any enemies.

But...

Fang Ming looked at the little boy who was brought back, his head grew big, and he looked at the streamer Ren Hong who brought him back:

"No... where did you find this?"

Ren Hong was also helpless and said:

"In a ruin."

"This little guy was sleeping."

"I didn't see it and tripped over him. The shoes might be a bit hard, this little guy's leg can't walk."

Rather than tripping, it's better to say he stepped on it.

With Ren Hong's adult weight, stepping on the ankle of a seven or eight-year-old boy... Helpless.

Ren Hong had to carry the person back.

Fang Ming looked at this little boy and his head also grew big:

"How can there be a child in this place?"

"Why not send him to the station and hand him over to those troops?"

Those Soviet troops have complete establishment and food, they are fighting everywhere, can't spare a few people to watch the child.

The comments in the livestream room were also flooding:

【Good guy, is this deliberately increasing the difficulty?】

【Street fighting turned into babysitting fighting.】

【Leave him to fend for himself, ignore them.】

【That's right, can't bring a burden, encountering a child in this situation, Old Thief Zhao deliberately designed the plot to disgust people, right?】

The discussions in other livestream rooms were also inconsistent, but they all felt outrageous.

At this time, Yu Feng said:

"This... should also be reasonable, right?"

"Such a big city, how can there be no children."

"There are quite a few civilian corpses on the road, right?"

"Just no living ones..."

After the words fell, everyone opened their mouths, but didn't know what to say.

Thinking carefully, there is some truth to it.

Such a big city of Stalingrad, how can there be no children.

The reason why I didn't see civilian NPCs before is because this is the most frontline of the conflict.

Those who could run had long since run away.

Those who couldn't run... all lying on the street.

Everyone subconsciously regarded it as a part of the battlefield, but if you think about it, those civilian corpses lying in the ruins will also rot and emit smells.

Those are not part of the battlefield at all, but civilians who were killed one by one.

There are actually... living people here.

Everyone looked at the little boy, Fang Ming was silent for a while, and said:

"Take him first."

"Don't send him to the station, there are some residential areas in the north that haven't fallen yet, go there and send him to a place with many people."

But in this way, the challenge mission is very likely to fail.

Unless you escort him along the battle line to the north, without leaving the war zone.

Because it's not that no smart person thought of hiding in the rear for ten days, only to be popped out of the game as soon as they left the war zone.

Everyone's gaze looked at the little boy hiding behind Ren Hong's leg, without rebuttal.

Wanted to hypnotize themselves that this is just an NPC, can't delay the challenge mission because of him, but looking at the little boy's timid expression, they were trance-like for a while.

This is already so real that you can't feel it's an NPC at all, but a real little boy.

Finally... everyone defaulted.

Just don't know how many times they cursed Old Thief Zhao for designing this plot in their hearts.

If Zhao Ming knew, he would definitely be very helpless.

Because this wasn't designed by him either.

He just embodied all the data of Stalingrad through the photon supercomputer, you guys just happened to encounter it... if you didn't encounter it.

Maybe this child would die in a few days.

Seems even more cruel.

The Blue Star streamers and players were fighting in the game overnight.

On the other side.

With the end of the 《Anti-War Competition》.

Especially the popularity of 《World War II: Rise of the Empire》, it also made major game manufacturers begin to design this type of game.

Because according to the current popularity of 《World War II: Rise of the Empire》, and the 【WWI Series】 that is said to be released next year.

It is estimated that there will be a wave of war games next year.

At this time.

Daxia Federation.

Yunyi Technology Company, Game Department.

At this time, several game producers were lying in virtual somatosensory cabins, playing 《World War II: Rise of the Empire》.

Not long after.

Several game producers who played together sat up from the virtual somatosensory cabin, doubting life. The game department director Wu Hui stood up doubting life:

"Died three times in ten minutes?"

"What kind of game is this."

"Is this fun?"

Wu Hui opened the Federation Headline, looked at several trending searches about the 【Battle of Stalingrad】, and clicked into countless comments.

Where is this fun?

Or is he out of touch with the times?

Making people die crazily, is this also called anti-war?

The subordinate next to him said:

"Boss, the immersive experience plot of this game is still good, it feels exactly the same as a real world."

"As if everything on this Earth really happened."

"It should be this immersive plot that keeps the players."

Wu Hui nodded and said:

"I know this."

"But the customization requirements of other federation companies are also there, trying to achieve an effect similar to 《World War II: Rise of the Empire》."

"If it's designed according to this 【Battle of Stalingrad】, no one can pass, piling up difficulty, who can't."

The subordinate next to him had a strange expression:

"This requirement is so strange."

"Similar... just play 《World War II: Rise of the Empire》 directly."

"Or just act as an agent for the game."

Wu Hui shook his head and said:

"What the client wants is a game that they can control and adjust themselves."

"It's not that we didn't consider acting as an agent, but the eldest prince of the Golden Moon Federation spent 500 million in agency fees, just to get an immersive plot permission to choose an identity at will."

"This Polar Star company is outrageously black."

"So they asked someone to customize a similar game, anyway, don't know what it's for, just give money, and do you think we are the only one taking the task?"

"Other federations also have quite a few companies taking it."

"We are customizing for the client on one side, and making a set ourselves on the other, to see if we can get a ranking in the competition next year."

"Let me play again."

"Am I really old?"

"Young people nowadays don't like driving mechs, don't like being gods, like to run to be cannon fodder?"

"What's fun about this cannon fodder?"

Saying that, Wu Hui lay back into the virtual cabin, 【Battle of Stalingrad】 start!

He didn't believe it, as a game director for so many years, he couldn't understand the game?

He just wanted to study it.

This game, this 'Earth', what exactly is attractive.

Four days later.

Polar Star Game Company.

After a few days of stable operation of the game, the data has stabilized.

And the various plots triggered by players are not few.

Including Fang Ming seeing the child who would have starved to death, or a challenge team saving dozens of civilians in a building.

Gradually, Blue Star players began to pay attention to the situation of the entire battlefield.

The satisfaction brought by saving people made Blue Star players play even harder, but at this time they didn't know, although they played hard.

But the number of deaths is also increasing.

Zhao Ming looked at the backend, the highest number of deaths had reached 95.

The battlefield was open for five days, died 105 times.

Average 21 deaths a day, heaven-chosen cannon fodder...

But even in this situation, that player was still playing hard, just didn't know if he would go numb when looking at the number of his deaths at the time of settlement.

After all, the number of deaths of each player was recorded in the backend.

Just waiting for a big surprise for the Blue Star players at the time of settlement.

Zhao Ming flipped through the discussions in the game forum, and a familiar 'tap tap' sound approached outside the office, a familiar pace frequency.

No need to think, Zhao Ming knew Shen Qinghan was coming.

A few seconds later.

Shen Qinghan pushed the door and walked in, holding a few documents in her hand, walked to Zhao Ming's desk and handed them over, then sat on the chair:

"This is the sales and sales volume of the 'Huaxia Series' and 'Earth' IP series products for these five days."

"From the current point of view."

"The food products of the 'Huaxia Series' are very hot, and the sales of ancient clothing and accessories are average."

"The 'Earth' IP series products, because of the 【Chernobyl】 CG, that 'Vodka' is selling quite hot in major federations."

"I think for future CGs, we can add some products, the effect of casual placement seems better."

Because in the previous 【Chernobyl】 CG, there was a shot of a young Soviet worker who gulped down a few mouthfuls of vodka.

Then rushed in and shoveled borax for 10 minutes, fighting nuclear radiation with flesh for 10 minutes.

Left a deep impression on Blue Star netizens.

Plus a few streamers had made some jokes because of 'Vodka' before, so the hottest selling 'Earth' IP series product is Vodka.

And 'Huaxia Series' food can be eaten, but clothes and accessories have average sales because there is no historical and cultural support.

Even if there are buyers, it's just because they look good.

This will have to wait for the subsequent 'Huaxia History' series game to go live.

Zhao Ming flipped through the documents and nodded.

Shen Qinghan continued:

"By the way."

"Didn't you say before that the 【Battle of Stalingrad】 is suitable for training troops."

"The major armies of the Federation have all formed small teams to try."

"The fighting is indeed very tragic, many soldiers randomly assigned to the front line, even some special elite, didn't live for 24"

hours."

"But the randomness is too big."

"Often opened into the building."

"Can we fix an area."

"For example, a building, or somewhere on the front line?"

Shen Qinghan's meaning was self-evident, Zhao Ming said with a smile:

"A separate instance, right?"

"Yes."

"Currently the most suitable place for training and feeling the cruelty of the battlefield is the Central Railway Station."

"Now the Empire and the Soviet Federation are competing for the Central Railway Station."

"It will even fight to close-quarters combat, plus the surrounding building environment, the two sides are distinct, most suitable for training, it can be considered medium difficulty."

Shen Qinghan raised her eyebrows after hearing this:

"Medium difficulty?"

"Are you sure?"

"How come I heard them say that the Central Railway Station is already hell difficulty."

Zhao Ming said with a smile:

"This battle has just begun, how could hell difficulty appear."

"Including the Central Railway Station battle they are experiencing in the game now, it's only primary difficulty."

"The medium difficulty I said refers to the full version of the Central Railway Station battle that broke out when the game timeline reaches October."

"In 6 hours, the station changed hands 13 times, both sides relied on human lives to fill, and filled for half a day."

"And the separate instance I said is also this one."

"If you feel this separate instance is too difficult... still experience it in the game."

Shen Qinghan didn't know what to say after hearing this.

Good guy.

In 6 hours, 13 changes of hands, fierce fighting, is only medium difficulty?

"Difficulty... should be no problem."

"I'll go tell them."

"This is only medium difficulty? Then what does high difficulty look like?"

Zhao Ming leaned on the chair and said:

"High difficulty..."

"When the game timeline advances to September, the 【Mamayev Kurgan】 battle that starts can be considered high difficulty."

"Both sides died more than 100,000 people to compete for this hill of less than 2 square kilometers."

"As for the conflict being more intense and tragic."

"There is also the national war instance 【Battle of Okinawa】 in the Pacific battlefield launched later, which only lasted for more than two months, but the number of deaths also reached about 300,000."

"The battlefield environment is extremely tragic."

"Living for a few seconds is no longer looking at strength, but looking at luck."

Shen Qinghan was also tongue-tied after hearing this. It is indeed very difficult, let the Daxia military practice slowly.

Then Shen Qinghan left the company with the key Zhao Ming gave her.

At night.

The key in Shen Qinghan's hand had been distributed.

Various troops of the Daxia Federation were ready to enter the game.

Daxia Federation, North.

Songor Icefield.

Inside the 7th Special Operations Brigade.

The soldiers of the 1st Special Battalion and the 2nd Special Battalion had lined up and lay into the virtual cabin.

Shen Yan and Qu Guang each led a battalion into the game.

The screen flashed.

Shen Yan led hundreds of people from the 1st Special Battalion into the 【Battle for the Central Station】 instance, looking at the station in the distance, which had been destroyed to only steel skeletons.

Shen Yan raised his eyebrows:

"This time point... not right."

"The environment is several times more dilapidated than outside."

Looking at the surroundings again, Shen Yan was more certain that this should be fought to the later stage.

The commander of the 1st Special Battalion, Liu Feng, nodded and said:

"Indeed."

"The surrounding buildings were basically bombed away, it should be after July."

"The air is a bit cold, but it's not winter yet."

"Should be September, October."

"Mobile Corps Commander, don't you have any intelligence on your side?"

Shen Yan rolled his eyes and said:

"Where would I have intelligence."

"This is not an instance obtained separately, it's a key distributed uniformly by the Federation after Qinghan reported it."

In fact, when Shen Qinghan told the Federation, she naturally informed them of everything, without hiding anything, and told the higher-ups all the information obtained from Zhao Ming.

Including the situation of the instance such as 13 changes of hands in 6 hours, and more than 100,000 people dying on the hill of less than 2 square kilometers in the 【Mamayev Kurgan】 later.

All were relayed to the high-level of the Daxia Federation.

But when distributed to the troops below.

It became a 6-hour station battle, and nothing else.

Shen Yan saw the mission prompt and directed the 1st Special Battalion to head to the station:

"The Federation just said it was a 6-hour station battle."

"Nothing else."

"【Battle for the Central Station】?"

"This name doesn't sound like it has any difficulty."

"How come it doesn't have a name like 【Station Blocking Battle】【Station Meat Grinder】, which sounds harder than 【Battle for the Central Station】."

"Occupy the station first."

A group of people quickly rushed to the station that could hardly be seen, leaving only steel skeletons.

In the sky.

The sharp whistling of the Imperial Stuka dive bomber rang out over the Central Railway Station.