We promised to develop a game called Candy Crush, what the hell is the Third Reich?

Chapter 138 [Battle for Central Station], an even more brutal difficulty [Okinawa Island] (6k chapters combined)

Although it will be dark in a few hours.

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

They probably won't stop until nightfall, and there are also Imperial soldiers who seem to have appeared out of nowhere patrolling around the station.

If you're not careful, you could end up like Mo Xiaomo just now, killed without even realizing it.

Yu Feng surveyed the surrounding terrain and the positions of both sides, then said from inside the room:

"When we break out tonight, let's head east after we get out of the building."

"Move closer to the station."

"The area south of the station is full of Imperial troops; you never know when an Imperial soldier might pop out."

Fang Ming said from inside the room:

"Alright, let's break through to the east."

"It's definitely not going to work inside the building."

"We can't be trapped in this building and die."

"Moreover, the mission description for the Order of Stalingrad also states that you must lead a 50-man squad to fight against Imperial soldiers in the ruins for ten days."

"This shows that we still have to fight in urban areas; holding onto buildings is not the solution."

No one objected. After organizing their weapons and equipment, they stood guard in the room, tense and waiting for nightfall.

Inside this dilapidated, seven-story office building, all was quiet and silent.

However, Fang Ming and the others all knew that in addition to their group of 30-plus people, there were dozens of Imperial soldiers hidden among them, because there were 50 people at the beginning of the game.

The group discussed their escape route and their attack plan for the night in the room.

Although the characters in the game are mostly stationary and not very interesting, the viewers on Earth still found it quite entertaining to watch the streamers discuss tactics.

as time flows.

Night fell quickly, and Fang Ming and the others prepared to make their move. Their objective was to quickly advance to the stairs on the east side of the corridor and find a place to meet up.

The dark corridor was only illuminated by the moonlight, which, though dim, was still deadly.

More than 30 people were distributed across different rooms on the seventh floor.

The instant Fang Ming gave the order to launch the raid, each anchor's room on every floor threw some of the collected flour into the corridor.

He then threw a grenade toward the center of the corridor.

There wasn't much flour, and with all the glass in the corridor shattered, it didn't meet the requirements for a dust explosion, but it was the best material for making smoke bombs.

boom--!
With a loud explosion.

The shockwave from the grenade spread outwards to both sides.

Flour mixed with dust was flying everywhere in front of each room.

The corridor, which was barely visible under the moonlight, was now completely obscured.

The smoke from the flour spread.

The room door, which had been quietly opened long ago, was quickly opened, and the team members rushed out and headed towards the stairs on the east side.

The sudden, chaotic footsteps startled the Imperial soldiers who were also hidden in the various rooms.

In the corridor on the seventh floor, two streamer players who were closer to the stairs had already rushed to the stairs and turned around to help the other two streamers.

However, due to the distance...

The two streamers had only rushed halfway when a wooden door inside a room was suddenly kicked open, hitting one of the streamers.

The situation was obscured by the white dust and smoke.

The two anchors guarding the stairwell tried to rush over, but they heard a burst of submachine gun fire, with flashes of light bursting through the smoke.

A streamer rushed out of the smoke:
"withdraw!"

Seeing this, the two livestreamers guarding the stairwell on the seventh floor did not hesitate and rushed down to the next floor.

Meanwhile, in the live streamer's room on the seventh floor.

He pushed aside the Imperial soldiers who had been shot dead by submachine guns on him. The soldier was not dead yet, but a dagger was stuck in his neck, and he could only make a 'hoarse' sound.

It's obviously almost gone.

Just then, footsteps sounded in his ear, and the streamer raised his hand.

'Snapped! '

He grabbed the ankle of a military boot, trying to buy some time, but a tremendous force flung his hand away, and the dark muzzle of the gun turned away.

boom--!
The screen went completely dark.

Back on the main screen, the streamer stood there looking helpless and said to the viewers:

"That's outrageous, how could they even bump into that?"

"There was no one in that corridor at all, and then he kicked the door right into me."

The viewers in the live stream were just having fun, and there were all sorts of comments.

The streamer shook his head; he could only wait for the next game.

Then, the 50 split screens in the lower right corner were expanded. Originally, there were 37 people in the split screen. Including myself, a total of 6 people died in the breakout.

There are 31 left.

This was even with the use of simple smoke grenades; otherwise, even more would have died. Clearly, the Imperial soldiers in the building were just as tense and reacted instantly, starting the fight.

At this moment, the 31 members of the team had already rushed to the stairs on the first, second, and third floors.

The livestreamers on the first and second floors scattered several bags of flour at the end of the corridor on the first floor, and then everyone rushed out quickly down the stairs.

They ran directly east.

The building has windows on both the north and south sides, but the east side only has stairs and walls, which is a blind spot for the view from inside the building.

The group that rushed out quickly retreated to the east.

The last anchor listened to the noisy footsteps inside the building and used a wire to connect the safety of the grenade to the stairs and the doorknob, securing the grenade in place.

They then quickly evacuated.

Half a minute later.

The cautious Imperial soldiers gathered around and realized that the 'Soviet troops' were trying to break out of the building, so they hurriedly tried to go out and check.

As the gate was forced open, the safety of the grenade that was wedged under the stone was pulled.

After a few seconds.

boom--! ! !
The grenade detonated the dust that had accumulated in the air.

The flames spread instantly.

The entire building trembled, and large amounts of glass shattered and shattered, sending Imperial soldiers on the first floor flying several meters away from the blast.

He never got up again.

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

Near Central Station.

The group walked along the ruins for more than ten minutes before stopping in a courtyard surrounded by ruins on all sides. Several people then ventured out to explore the surrounding area.

They were scouting for any enemy activity.

The rest of the group studied tactics based on the current situation in Stalingrad and their approximate location on the Polaris website's 'real-time map'.

Not long after.

The scouting crew members returned, but the enemy was nowhere to be found.

But
Fang Ming looked at the little boy who had been brought back, feeling utterly bewildered. He then turned to Ren Hong, the news anchor who had brought him back:

"No. Where did you find this?"

Ren Hong, feeling helpless, said:
"In the ruins."

"The little guy is sleeping."

"I didn't see him trip over it. His shoes might be a bit hard. The little guy's legs can't walk anymore."

It's less like mixing and more like stepping on something.

With Ren Hong's adult weight, it was unbearable to step on the ankle of a seven or eight-year-old boy.

Ren Hong had no choice but to carry the person back.

Fang Ming was also at a loss when he looked at the little boy:

"How come there are children here?"

"How about we send it to the station and hand it over to the troops?"

At least those Soviet troops had a complete organizational structure and food supplies, but these guerrillas were fighting everywhere, so they couldn't possibly spare a few people to look after their children.

The live stream chat was also buzzing with comments:
Good grief, is this deliberately making it too difficult?

The urban warfare has turned into a guerrilla war.

Let them fend for themselves, who cares?

[Exactly, you can't bring a burden along, and then there's a child in this situation. Is this some kind of plot deliberately designed by that old scoundrel Zhao to disgust people?]

Discussions in other live streams varied, but they all felt it was outrageous.

At this moment, Yu Feng spoke up:
"That makes sense, doesn't it?"

"How could such a big city not have children?"

"There must be quite a few civilian corpses on the road as well."

"There are just none left alive."

After he finished speaking, everyone opened their mouths, but didn't know what to say.

Upon closer examination, however, it makes some sense.

How could a city as big as Stalingrad not have children?

The reason we didn't see any civilian NPCs earlier is because this is the front line of the conflict.

Those who could run away have already run away.

Those who couldn't escape are all lying on the street.

Everyone subconsciously regarded it as part of the battlefield, but upon closer inspection, the civilian corpses lying in the ruins would also rot and emit a smell.

Those were 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 moment before speaking:
"Take it with you for now."

"Don't send them to the station. There are still some residential areas to the north that haven't fallen yet. Take them to a place with more people over there."

However, this would likely cause the challenge to fail.

Unless escorting them northwards close to the front line, they should not leave the war zone.

Because he wasn't smart enough to hide in the back and wait for ten days, he was kicked out of the game as soon as he left the war zone.

Everyone's eyes turned to the little boy hiding behind Ren Hong's legs, and no one objected.

She tried to convince herself that he was just an NPC and that she shouldn't let him delay her challenge, but then she felt a pang of confusion when she saw the little boy's timid expression.

It's so realistic that you can't tell it's an NPC at all; it's a genuine little boy.

In the end, everyone acquiesced.

I don't know how many times I cursed Zhao Laozei for designing this plot in my heart.

If Zhao Ming knew, he would be very helpless.

Because this wasn't his design either.

He simply visualized all the data about Stalingrad using a photonic supercomputer; you just happened to encounter it. If you hadn't, you wouldn't have.

This child might die in a few days.

That seems even crueler.

Meanwhile, the streamers and players on Blue Star are staying up all night battling it out in the game.

the other side.

With the end of "The Anti-War Competition".

The immense popularity of "World War II: Rise of Empires" has inspired many game developers to design similar games.

Given the current popularity of "World War II: Rise of Empires" and the rumored release of the "World War I series" next year.

It is estimated that a wave of war games will sweep across the country next year.

at this time.

Daxia Federation.

Yunyi Technology Company, Game Division.

At this moment, several game developers were lying in virtual reality pods, playing "World War II: Rise of Empires".

Not long after.

Several game developers who had been playing together sat up in the virtual reality pod, questioning their existence. Wu Hui, the game department head, stood up, also questioning his existence:
"Die three times in ten minutes?" "What kind of crazy game is this?"

"How the hell can this be fun?"

Wu Hui opened the Federal Headlines app and looked at the numerous trending topics about the Battle of Stalingrad, clicking on countless comments.

What the hell is so fun about this?

Or is he out of touch with the times?
Is sending people to their deaths considered anti-war?

The subordinate standing nearby spoke up:

"Boss, the immersive experience and storyline of this game are pretty good. It feels exactly like a real world."

"It's as if everything on this earth really happened."

"It's probably mainly this immersive storyline that keeps players engaged."

Wu Hui nodded and said:
"I know this."

"But other federal companies also have customization needs, trying to achieve an effect similar to 'World War II: Rise of an Empire'."

"If the Battle of Stalingrad were designed like this, no one could get through it. Anyone can make it too difficult."

The subordinate standing next to him had a strange expression:
"That's a really weird request."

"Similarly, why not just play 'World War II: Rise of Empires'?"

"Or we could just acquire the game's distribution rights."

Wu Hui shook his head and said:
"What our clients want is a game that they can completely control and customize."

“We did consider using an agent, but the eldest prince of the Golden Moon Federation paid a five hundred million in agency fees and got an immersive storyline access that allowed him to choose any identity.”

"This smear campaign against Polaris is outrageous."

"That's why we found someone to customize a similar game. Anyway, we don't know what it's for, as long as we pay, that's fine. And do you think we're the only ones taking on these tasks?"

"Many other companies in the federal government have also taken on the project."

"We're customizing some for our clients, and we're also developing our own set to see if we can win a prize in next year's competition."

"I'm just playing around."

Am I really getting old?

"Are young people these days not interested in piloting mechs or playing god-like characters? They prefer to become cannon fodder?"

"What's so fun about being cannon fodder?"

With that, Wu Hui lay back down in the virtual pod, and the [Battle of Stalingrad] began!

He refused to believe that after so many years as a game executive, he still couldn't understand games.
He was determined to figure it out.

What exactly is it about this game, this 'Earth', that's so appealing?

Four days later.

Polestar Games.

After a few days of smooth operation during the holiday, the game's data has stabilized.

Furthermore, players can trigger a variety of storylines.

This includes Fang Ming seeing children who would otherwise starve to death, or a challenge team rescuing dozens of civilians from a building.

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

The satisfaction derived from saving lives made the Blue Star players even more enthusiastic about the game, though they were unaware of it at the time.

But the number of times he died also increased.

Looking at the backstage area, Zhao Ming saw that the highest number of deaths had reached 95.

I died 105 times in the five days the battlefield was open.

Dying an average of 21 times a day, the chosen cannon fodder!
Even so, the player was still having a great time, but he didn't know if he would feel numb when he saw the number of times he had died at the end of the game.

After all, the system keeps track of each player's death count.

We're just waiting to give Blue Star players a big surprise at the end of the settlement.

As Zhao Ming was browsing the discussions on the game forum, a familiar 'tap-tap' sound suddenly came from outside the office, along with a familiar footstep rhythm.

Without even thinking, Zhao Ming knew that Shen Qinghan had arrived.

After a few seconds.

Shen Qinghan pushed open the door and walked in, carrying several documents. She walked to Zhao Ming's desk, handed them to him, and then sat down in the chair.

"These are the sales and revenue figures for the 'Huaxia Series' and 'Earth' IP series products over the past five days."

"From the current perspective..."

"The food products in the 'Huaxia Series' are very popular, while the sales of ancient costumes and accessories are just average."

"The 'Earth' IP series of products, thanks to the Chernobyl CG, made the 'vodka' a very popular item in various federations."

"I think that in future CG, we can add some products; the effect seems to be even better if it's done unintentionally."

Vodka is mentioned because in a previous Chernobyl CG scene, there was a shot of a young Soviet worker chugging several mouthfuls of vodka.

Then I rushed in and shoveled borax for 10 minutes, physically resisting nuclear radiation for 10 minutes.

It left a deep impression on netizens on Earth.

In addition, several livestreamers had previously made some embarrassing mistakes because of 'vodka', so vodka is the best-selling product in the 'Earth' IP series.

While the 'Huaxia Series' food items are edible, the clothing and accessories, lacking historical and cultural support, generally don't sell well.

Even if some people buy them, it's only because they look nice.

We'll have to wait until the subsequent 'Chinese History' series of games is released to discuss this further.

Zhao Ming looked through the documents and nodded.

Shen Qinghan continued:
"correct."

"Didn't you say before that the Battle of Stalingrad was a good place for training troops?"

"All the major armies of the Federation have formed small teams to test it."

"The battle was indeed very fierce. Many soldiers who were randomly assigned to the front line, and even some elite special forces, did not survive 24 hours."

"However, the randomness is too great."

"It often drives into buildings."

"Can we designate a specific area?"

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

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

"A standalone instance, right?"

"Have."

"Currently, the best place for training and experiencing the brutality of the battlefield is Central Station."

"Now the Empire and the Soviet Union are fighting over the Central Station."

"It might even involve close combat. Plus, the surrounding buildings and environment are clearly defined, making it perfect for training. I'd say it's at an intermediate level of difficulty."

After hearing this, Shen Qinghan raised an eyebrow:
"Intermediate difficulty?"

"you sure?"

"I've heard them say that Central Station is already hellish in difficulty."

Zhao Ming smiled and said:

"This battle has only just begun, how could it possibly be on hell difficulty?"

"Even in the game now, the Central Station battle they are experiencing is only at the beginner level."

"The intermediate difficulty I'm referring to is the full version of the Central Station battle that takes place when the game's timeline reaches October."

"In 6 hours, the station changed hands 13 times. Both sides risked their lives to fill the gaps, and it took almost half a day to fill them."

"And the copy I'm talking about is this one."

"If you find this standalone dungeon too difficult, try experiencing it in-game."

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

Good guy.

A fierce battle that changed hands 13 times in 6 hours, and it's only at the intermediate difficulty level?

"The difficulty level shouldn't be a problem."

"I'll go tell them."

"This is only the intermediate difficulty? What's the advanced difficulty like?"

Zhao Ming leaned back in his chair and began to speak:
"Advanced difficulty, huh?"

"When the in-game time progresses to September, the battle for Mamayev Kurgan begins, which is considered a high-difficulty level."

"More than 10 people died fighting for this hill that is less than 2 square kilometers in size."

"As for conflicts that are more intense or more brutal..."

"There's also the Pacific War instance, the Battle of Okinawa, which lasted only a little over two months, but the death toll reached around 30."

"The battlefield environment is extremely brutal."

"Surviving for a few seconds is no longer about skill, but about luck."

Shen Qinghan was also astonished after hearing this. It was indeed very difficult. Let the Great Xia military train it slowly.

Shen Qinghan then left the company with the key given to her by Zhao Ming.

into the night.

The keys in Shen Qinghan's hands have already been distributed.

All units of the Great Xia Federation are ready to enter the game.

Daxia Federation, North.

Songol Glacier.

Inside the 7th Special Operations Brigade.

The soldiers of the First and Second Special Battalions had already lined up and lay down inside the virtual reality pods.

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

The screen flashed.

Shen Yan led several hundred men from the Special First Battalion into the [Battle for Central Station] instance. Looking at the station in the distance, they saw that it had been destroyed, leaving only a steel skeleton.

Shen Yan raised an eyebrow involuntarily:
"This timing is wrong."

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

Looking around again, Shen Yan was even more certain that this must have reached the late stages of the game.

Liu Feng, the battalion commander of the Special Forces Battalion standing nearby, nodded and said:
"really."

"The surrounding buildings were basically all destroyed. It must have been after July. Although the air was a bit cold, it wasn't winter yet."

"It should be in September or October."

"Brigadier, don't you have any intelligence on your end?"

Shen Yan rolled his eyes and said:
"I don't have any intelligence."

"This isn't a separate copy; it's a key that the Federation issued after Qinghan reported it."

In fact, when Shen Qinghan relayed the information to the Federation, he naturally told them everything without holding anything back, and told them all the information he had obtained from Zhao Ming.

This includes instances such as 13 changes of ownership in 6 hours, and the deaths of over 100,000 people in the less than 2 square kilometer Mamayev Kurgan.

All of this was relayed to the high-ranking officials of the Great Xia Federation.

However, when they were distributed to the various units below...

It turned into a 6-hour battle for control of the station, and that was it.

Shen Yan received a mission notification and directed the Special Forces Battalion to the station:

"The federal government told us it was a six-hour battle for the station."

"Nothing else was said."

"【The Battle for Central Station】?"

"This one doesn't sound like it would be difficult."

"Why doesn't it have to be named something like 'Station Ambush' or 'Station Meat Grinder'? It sounds much tougher than 'Battle for Central Station'."

"Occupy the station first."

The group rushed quickly toward the station, which was almost unrecognizable, with only a steel frame remaining.

In the sky.

The sharp whirring of Imperial Stuka bombers as they dove overhead filled the air above Central Station.

"hidden!"

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(End of this chapter)