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

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

If he kept letting players die 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 intended to turn "Second World War: Rise of the Empire" into a game where players could experience the plot immersively and play roles to participate in the game, but since 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 all large online confrontation dungeons.

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

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

After clicking to queue, it would automatically start once 500 people were gathered.

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 heavy machine gun fire, and the feeling of being cannon fodder when the war truly started.

However, to prevent players from losing confidence.

Every time they died, he had to prompt them how many times they had accumulated deaths.

After accumulating 100 deaths or successfully killing 10 imperial defenders on the beach, they could be promoted to commander.

After being promoted to the commander of the landing craft.

Players could command the forward direction of the landing craft and the timing of lowering the baffle at the start of the game.

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

In reality.

Zhao Ming increased the firepower of the imperial defenders on Omaha Beach quite a bit; just the machine gun points alone 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 started with 500 people, as long as 300 players could withstand 20 minutes of machine gun fire, reinforcements would arrive after 20 minutes to destroy nearly half of the heavy machine gun points and fortresses on the beach.

Then if those 300 people and the imperial defenders fought head-on and finally won.

Then that would count as a successful landing.

It was just unknown how long it would take for players to reach this level.

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

All players who acted as cannon fodder and died would definitely scold, thinking that if they were the commander, they would definitely not die so miserably.

And finding that they could be promoted to commander after accumulating deaths.

To save face.

They would have to keep playing until they became commanders.

Fantasizing about how wonderful it would be to command the battle.

Unaware.

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

Anyway, the players didn't know, so just torturing them was right.

Constantly modifying, a night passed quickly.

The next day.

Early 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 get here?"

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 as usual, Shen Qinghan looked at him with admiration.

This psychological quality was strong enough.

She never expected Zhao Ming to look so gentle.

But he could actually beat someone until they had a fracture.

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

However, the mole's injuries couldn't be faked.

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

Zhao Ming nodded, drinking porridge while saying:

"Yeah."

"One night, finally almost done."

"I'll tweak the details later."

"It can be finished before the competition starts."

Shen Qinghan's eyes were 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 it fully, it was only twelve hours.

And it was already 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, and 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 "Second World War: Rise of the Empire," Shen Qinghan's intention moved.

The screen flashed.

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

The roar came to her ears.

Shen Qinghan looked up.

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

She was now on the deck.

Wearing a military uniform and holding a gun that had been eliminated long ago in reality.

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

"The details are not bad."

These ancient 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 and starships), so occasionally eating 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 couldn't control themselves and started vomiting on the landing craft.

This made Shen Qinghan frown.

She didn't get seasick, and she could keep her balance on such a 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: Occupy 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.

"Occupy a beach?"

Seeing that there were too many people in front, Shen Qinghan didn't squeeze forward to join the NPCs, but leaned out from the edge of the landing craft to look at the beach.

What came into view was a beach full of steel hedgehogs and many fortresses.

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 was still confident.

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

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

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