Break out of the courtyard

"This virtual dream of the Korean War is different from the designs of the dreams of the Fall of Nanjing and Operation Night Cherry Blossom!"

"First of all, there is the time span. The Korean War lasted for three years and one month. Even if the perception is accelerated to 10 times, it would still take the participants three months of non-stop work to experience it all."

"Therefore, when my father was constructing the Korean War narrative, he omitted the non-battle period and only retained five major battles..."

After arriving in Hong Kong with some team members, Zhang Yi and Luo Yi immediately went to the Virtual Dream Lecture Hall of the Hong Kong Island Peace Academy.

At this moment, the person introducing the virtual dream of the Korean War to them at the entrance of the computer room was Zhang Bei, who had just finished clinical treatment in the neurology department of the neighboring hospital.

"Professor Zhang, are the five battles you mentioned the five battle descriptions hanging in the corridor next door?" Researcher Li Tong raised his hand and asked.

“Yes!” Zhang Bei continued, “The first battle lasted 12 days, the second battle lasted 10 days, the third battle lasted 9 days, the fourth battle lasted 87 days, and the fifth battle lasted 50 days.”

“Even the shortest third battle, with the 10x speed-up sensory experience, would take a whole day to complete, so my dad felt there was no need to open this virtual dream game to the public.”

Zhang Yi frowned and said, "Under 10x accelerated perception, the test subject needs to replenish brain-boosting liquid and other food at least once an hour, otherwise the body will not be able to handle it!"

"Could we break down the five main battles into smaller parts?" researcher Xu Ning asked from the side. "After all, this classroom only has 600 seats. If we experience each battle one by one, we won't need such a long experience time."

Six hundred seats, at most equivalent to two battalions of troops, would only cause a ripple in the Korean War.

Zhang Bei smiled wryly and said, "That's what my dad thought. He wanted to subdivide the combat scenarios according to the combat area and the unit number."

"But my grandfather and Grandpa Zhao disagreed. They thought that doing it this way would disrupt the original course of history, and that battles that could have been won would be lost by the participants!"

"Now my dad doesn't care about this anymore, he's letting my grandpa and the others design this virtual dream game themselves!"

Zhang Yi smiled helplessly, "I was wondering why they were in such a hurry to send us here, even suspending the training for new researchers. Turns out..."

Zhang Yi didn't say anything that might offend his third uncle, because his maternal grandfather was also involved.

If it were anyone else, Uncle Zhang Heping probably wouldn't have just ignored it!

Looking at the empty seats in the virtual dream lecture hall, Roy said, "How about we try it out first, and then hear what Grandpa and Grandpa Zhao think?"

……

Shenzhen Bao'an Airport tarmac.

After a domestically produced CH101 passenger plane from the capital landed, more than a dozen black Peace armored sedans, along with airport buses, quickly arrived.

The first to disembark were a group of simply dressed elderly men and women wearing white short-sleeved shirts and vests.

However, after they got out, they got into those black cars and left first.

After the other passengers disembarked and boarded the short, stout airport bus, they belatedly realized that the elderly men and women seemed to be of unusual status.

Mr. Li, who was sitting in the back of the second car in front of Mr. Hua, turned his head to look at the middle-aged man in the passenger seat and asked, "Secretary Chen, has Consultant Zhang still not agreed?"

"No!" Secretary Che quickly stepped aside and turned to answer, "Advisor Zhang previously asked the Americans for the bacterial research data of Unit 731 on the Japanese island, but the Americans have not given it to him."

"They now want Advisor Zhang to give them the virtual reality equipment for the Korean War for free. Putting aside the issue of the equipment's secrecy, Advisor Zhang will not give it to them based solely on the previous bacterial research data."

Professor Li continued, "What if the Americans offered bacterial research data in exchange? Would Consultant Zhang agree to the trade?"

"There was a report not long ago about a mysterious old man who traded a hard drive for two pre-payment cards for longevity potions with Consultant Zhang," Secretary Chen said with a smile.

"I only recently found out that the hard drive contained the bacteriological research data of Unit 731 on the Japanese island."

"Hearing you say that puts my mind at ease!" Old Li leaned back in his chair and smiled. "Our biggest worry right now is that the brain-computer interface technology that Consultant Zhang has might leak out!"

Secretary Chen tilted his head, looked at the two elderly men behind him, and said, "I heard from Zhang Yi and the others that the United States has recently sent a lot of people to Nanjing and Harbin to sabotage the brain-computer interface equipment there!"

"Not only that!" Old Li's smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression. "Those Americans also bribed many locals to try and steal equipment and parts from there, but our security personnel stopped them all!" Old Hua interjected, "Xiao Chen, did you tell Advisor Zhang about our trip to Hong Kong to experience the Korean War?"

"He said so!" Secretary Chen's tone suddenly became a little strange, as if he wanted to laugh. "He told us to go directly to Old Zhang, saying that Old Zhang is the one in charge over there!"

"Old Zhang?" Old Li looked at Old Hua in confusion, not recognizing who he was.

"Advisor Zhang's father was Zhang Bing!" Hua Lao explained, "He participated in the entire process of building the virtual dream world for the Korean War."

Old Hua then turned to Secretary Chen and asked, "What are their points of contention now?"

"It's the same as before!" Secretary Chen replied. "Advisor Zhang insists on his design plan, which does not allow participants to become members of the UN forces, but only allows them to randomly become ordinary soldiers or mid-to-low-level officers of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army. He believes that only in this way can the Korean War be carried out in a realistic manner."

“Americans have a lot of opinions about this. They went to protest outside the library again this morning, but Advisor Zhang ignored them.”

Old Li pressed on, "Where are Old Zhang and the others?"

"They still believe that only by distributing the 600 participants into different groups can the course of history be guaranteed," Secretary Chen continued in his reply.
"They didn't want those battles, won through sheer willpower, to be lost by the participants! They felt that doing so would be letting down their fallen comrades!"

"However, I do think Consultant Zhang is right about one thing! If those who come after us don't experience failure firsthand, how can we know how difficult it was for our predecessors to win victory with their lives!"

……

Hong Kong Island Peace College, Library.

"Those American students outside have some nerve, daring to put up banners in front of the library to protest and accuse Dean Zhang of racial discrimination!"

"I heard that Dean Zhang doesn't allow American students into the library because they used to frequently disturb his research in the computer lab."

"Those American students were allowed in before, but now they can't. They must have done something wrong to be restricted from entering the consulate!"

"Keep your voice down, Dean Zhang is leaving the computer room!"

Zhang Heping had sensed the disturbance outside the library early on. When the bodyguard captain came to report that the troublemakers were a group of American students, Zhang Heping did not rush to deal with it.

Only when things escalate and have a negative impact will he have a reason to further deal with these American bastards.

Zhang Heping walked out of the library, glanced at the group of Americans being held back by bodyguards in the distance, and then looked at the group of American students who had arrived outside the door and were chanting slogans with high spirits.

“Director Liu, there’s no need to persuade them anymore!” Zhang Heping said to the Dean of Studies of Heping College, “Come here, I’ll tell you about the punishment for them.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged male dean of students, who was facing away from the library and communicating with the group of American students, paused involuntarily.

Although the Peace College has already started its summer vacation, some teachers and school leaders are still on duty because most students are interning at nearby Peace-related companies. Director Liu is one of them.

When Director Liu heard that Zhang Heping wanted to punish these students from the United States, he had no choice but to give up trying to persuade them and turned to stand next to Zhang Heping.

"To punish someone without teaching them is cruelty!" Zhang Heping said calmly, looking at the group of American students who had passed the Chinese language exam before entering the Hong Kong Peace Academy.

"Director Liu just explained the school's rules to you and advised you for a long time. He has already fulfilled his teaching responsibilities!"

"As the dean of the academy, I will teach you one more time!" Zhang Heping said, looking at the growing number of students around him, and slowly continued:
"I've been spending most of my time in the computer lab on the first floor of the library researching brain-computer interfaces for the past few months, which is something many people know."

"You have repeatedly disturbed my research outside the computer room," said one official. They relayed messages and left notes for the US embassy in Hong Kong and US companies, and also sent a large amount of content unrelated to my studies to my email address.

"As a warning, I have restricted your access to the library."

"But you show no remorse, and now you're even going so far as to help people from outside the school come here to display banners and protest loudly!"

...(End of chapter)