Chapter 606: Chapter 574: Idol, We’ve Come to Find You!
If they were really Italian players, then their IDs should be incomprehensible without a translation system, or at least have a certain threshold to understand.
Not like now, where a glance almost makes you think they’re your own people!
Not to mention that [wuhu] is really absurd. It can’t be that they’re from Wuhu City, Italy, right?
And what’s with that bizarre “DJ loves me”? What kind of strange thought process is that!
If they’re not Daxia students studying abroad, they should at least be Chinese.
However, considering the current international situation, Chinese people have not yet spread all over the world. The trend of internationalism is just beginning to show, and Europe is not Southeast Asia. The first generation of immigrants has not yet formed a large scale.
So the possibility of being Chinese-Italians is much smaller than being overseas students.
Lincoln gives players who live abroad, whether they are studying, working, or traveling, two choices for those living outside their home country:
You can join your mother country’s faction to fight, or you can join the country you are currently living in to fight.
This is not only for Daxia players but also for players all over the world.
For example, anchor Turner, who moved from America to Paris, chose to join the French battle zone.
After all, in the current “Battlefield” game, there is no America faction.
In order to have a full team, they would need to gather 100 people.
But each time they que up, they have to wait a long time, and when the team is finally assembled, the teammates are all players with high-lagging issues, easily getting disconnected and reconnected.
The game experience is terrible!
So now, the people Turner often plays with are rarely players from his home country.
Even if there are, they are players who have left the country and currently live in Europe. After all, the time zone difference is a big issue to consider.
Lincoln’s first thought at this time is timezone difference.
The 7-hour time difference, with local friends, completely understand why these overseas students chose the Italy battle zone.
Lincoln immediately reminded the frontline fighters: “You guys help verify, see if that ‘Italian’ elite squad is Daxia overseas students or not.”
Who would have thought that before anyone in his own team could speak, a conspicuous message jumped out in the live broadcast room:
[That’s right, you guessed it! That’s correct!]
A question mark slowly rose from Lincoln’s forehead.
“Are you guys freaking kidding me? You have time to watch the live stream while fighting?”
[No, no, a friend in my country just told me about it.]
This time it’s not a conspicuous message, but with the help of the smart live broadcast plugin, it is specially marked so that Lincoln can notice it immediately.
Lincoln was silent for a moment.
Indeed, this is reasonable.
Isn’t it normal for them to have friends in their home country when they go abroad to study?
And his live stream is well-known among the player community, so it’s normal for orz’s friends to see it.
“Are you playing in the Italy war zone because you want to play with your local classmates?”, Lincoln asked out of curiosity.
[Not really.]
Orz paused for a moment after sending this message, not sure if he was hesitating or thinking about word choice. In the end, he honestly replied:
[Mainly because the winning rate is high here, and getting kills is very enjoyable.]
“…” Lincoln didn’t know how to respond to this.
If not careful, it could turn into discrimination against T3 War Zone countries…
All he could do was change the subject: “What’s the general situation with the players in Italy? Is Mirage popular?”
Since he’s currently fighting a national war in front of tens of millions of viewers, everyone is still an opponent, so it’s not convenient to talk about the battlefield. They can only chat about various things while doing market research.
[It’s not just a simple matter of being popular!!]
Orz excitedly barrages: [The players here are going crazy with complaints!]>
“?” Lincoln was confused by the huge contrast between the two statements. “What do you mean by ‘crazy’?”>
[Oh, not blaming Cloud Dream!]
Orz quickly explained: [It’s blaming [404 Games], aren’t they cooperating with you in Italy? As a result, they only released one million consoles in a week, like squeezing toothpaste! Now, the internet in Italy is full of complaints about this company- for their hunger marketing strategy.]
[My Italian classmates all say, “It’s only this little, who are you looking down on! If Cloud Dream knew, they would think we can’t afford it!”]
The overseas student with the ID[orz]eagerly chatted away, continuously barraging in the live broadcast room.
Lincoln was also very interested in chatting with him.
Outside Point A, the players on both sides had started a fierce battle, and the intense gunfire and explosions suddenly erupted!
But Lincoln just turned down the volume of the battlefield environment and continued chatting with orz: “Let’s not talk about the console numbers, what do Italians think of the virtual world? I mean, the public opinion and such.”>
This is indeed a problem, because introducing a large number of ordinary people to the virtual world will, to a certain extent, bring significant changes to social customs, and even challenges.
In Daxia, Lincoln’s prestige and support are so strong that he is hardly troubled by this issue.
But what about overseas?>
What about a completely different Western society?>
Lincoln is still very curious about this.
[I don’t think so? Let me think about it.]
Orz, who always responds to questions, starts recalling the situation here after hearing Lincoln’s question.
This caused the battlefield kill records to be devoid of his name for quite some time.
Lance found it strange: Why did that sniper with good accuracy suddenly disappear?
Not only that, but after a few minutes, orz reappeared: [Maybe I’m not usually very concerned about this, let me ask for you.]
Soon after, the names [:)], [wuhu], [hahaha], and [IDJloveme] disappeared from the battlefield kill records one after another.
Seeing this, Lincoln felt a bit embarrassed: “How about we focus on playing the game first, and we can chat later after the match?”
[Can we play together in a squad?] – orz.
“Sure.”
[Then I must answer, wait, I’ll let them all find the information!] orz’s excitement was overflowing from his words.
“There’s no need for that.” Lincoln tried to dissuade him.
[Use! Of course, use!] – orz.
Lincoln had to admit, at the beginning, he indeed had thought of using “mouth escape technique” to interfere with the enemy sniper.
But the enemy took the bait so earnestly, dragging their teammates into the mess, all of them stopped playing the game to search for information, making him feel a bit embarrassed.
However, the foreign student players on the other side were really enthusiastic, so Lincoln couldn’t persuade them to come back, even seeing them being killed in the battlefield kill records because of being distracted.
This made Lincoln even more embarrassed, and he even started to consider whether to send them some souvenirs or peripherals after the match.
“Point C captured!” Super Tomato reported progress in the squad channel.
“Charge, charge, charge! Push the enemy out!” Yelang was excited.
Meanwhile, Lance didn’t say anything, just rhythmically firing his gun, constantly refreshing his kill count.
Italian players were in constant retreat.
“Be careful, enemy bomber respawned!”
“No, the bomber isn’t flying towards us!”
The conversation in the squad channel attracted Lincoln’s attention.
But he was constantly sniping from the second floor, with limited visibility, unable to see the bomber.
Hearing this, he ventured to a corner where the rooftop had collapsed, looked up into the sky, and successfully saw the Ilya Muromets heavy bomber.
Indeed, it didn’t fly towards the map center to support Point C but adjusted its direction before flying towards Point A and started bombing crazily.
After dropping a round of bombs and still not satisfied, it turned its head without saying a word and rushed straight towards Lincoln’s position!
Lincoln hurriedly sprinted to the area on the second floor protected by the roof cover.
“Such a big grudge?”
Just as he finished grumbling, the bombing arrived!
The violent explosion caused the roof to shatter further, leaving only half of the original intact.
The heavy bomber following closely behind crashed into the broken part of the roof!
Fortunately, Lincoln ran fast and had already reached the corner of the stairs. Although the shockwave blew him off the stairs and started a fire on his body, causing his health to drop sharply.
But Camille Victoria threw a healing pack over, and his health was instantly pulled back up.
On the other hand, many players from Daxia outside were unfortunate, especially those who climbed up to the roof in a bold manner; those who ran slowly must have been cleared in one wave.
As this idea emerged, Lincoln heard two “thuds” from above, as if something had hit the roof.
It wasn’t over yet – from the real spawn point of Italian players, a tank and an armored vehicle roared towards Point A.
The sound of galloping horses neared.
A massive counterattack arrived at Point A!
“Wait a minute!”
Lincoln suddenly realized something, he looked at the battlefield kill records again and noticed that all the kills from the bomber explosion earlier had the name – [wuhu].
Following that, sounds of submachine guns and rifles came from the roof.
The names [:)] and [orz] started to fill the screen quickly.
“Boom!”
An artillery shell hit the wall, causing violent vibrations, and dust and debris flew all over the wall surfaces.
The next moment, the parallel machine guns of the tank opened fire with full force!
[hahaha]’s kill records started to emerge quickly as well.
The cavalry, taking advantage of their fast horses, had already rushed into Point A!
Lincoln stared at the two cavaliers until their names appeared—
[IDJloveme] and [lol].
Bombers, paratroopers, tanks, armored vehicles, infantry, and cavalry all rushed towards him at once!
Point A was instantly engulfed in a ten-sided ambush!
In the live broadcast room, orz bubbled up again—
[Idol, we’re coming to find you!!!]
Fuck!
Lincoln cursed in his heart.
Playing mind games with feigned retreats and stealthy advances, huh?!