After exiting the virtual helmet, Zhao Ming began to study the gameplay.
If players kept dying like this, they would definitely give up soon. He had to give them a little hope.
Thinking this.
Zhao Ming began operating the computer, continuously inputting commands into the Photon Supercomputing Cluster.
Zhao Ming planned to make Second World War: Rise of Empires into a game where players could experience the story immersively and play as characters, but due to insufficient funds, he could only create the opening CG and basic plot for now.
The famous battles within the game would be large-scale online confrontation instances.
Just like the Normandy Landing instance currently used to attract players.
First, provide a brief introduction to the historical background of World War II, and then directly let players enter the large-scale confrontation instance, Normandy Landing.
After clicking queue, the game automatically starts when five hundred players are gathered.
Players would be randomly assigned to the landing craft at the forefront of the Allied Forces attacking Omaha Beach, allowing them to experience the strafing of heavy machine guns and the feeling of being cannon fodder once the war truly began.
However, to prevent players from losing confidence.
Each death would prompt a notification showing the cumulative number of deaths.
Accumulating one hundred deaths or successfully killing ten Empire defenders on the beach would allow promotion to commander.
After being promoted to commander of a landing craft.
Players could command the landing craft's direction and the timing of lowering the ramp during the initial charge.
On the surface, it was giving players a chance to command the battle.
In reality.
Zhao Ming had significantly increased the firepower of the Empire defenders on Omaha Beach, adding ten machine gun emplacements alone....
Let alone commanding one landing craft, even commanding ten.... they still wouldn't be able to attack successfully.
However, there wasn't no way to succeed.
Each match starts with five hundred players. As long as three hundred players can survive twenty minutes of machine gun fire, after twenty minutes, reinforcing aircraft will destroy nearly half of the heavy machine gun emplacements and bunkers on the beach.
Then, if these three hundred people clash head-on with the Empire defenders and ultimately win.
That would be considered a successful landing.
It was unknown how long it would take players to reach this level.
According to Zhao Ming's understanding of people's thoughts.
All players who died as cannon fodder would definitely curse and grumble, believing that if they were the commander, they definitely wouldn't die so miserably.
And upon discovering that accumulating deaths allows promotion to commander.
To save face.
They would also have to keep playing until they became a commander.
Imagining how exciting it would be to command the battle themselves.
Completely unaware.
Zhao Ming had no intention of being humane at all; just adding those firepoints made it impossible to attack them head-on.
Anyway, the players wouldn't know, so tormenting them was the right thing to do.
Continuously modifying and revising, the night passed quickly.
The next day.
Early morning.
Zhao Ming in the office was woken up by hunger.
Smelling the inexplicable aroma of breakfast, Zhao Ming yawned and opened his eyes, sitting up from the sofa:
"Senior, when did you arrive?"
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 spoke:
"Just arrived a moment ago."
"Did you work on this all night?"
Looking at Zhao Ming, whose expression was normal, Shen Qinghan was somewhat impressed.
His psychological fortitude was quite strong.
She never expected Zhao Ming, who looked gentle and refined.
Could actually beat someone to a bone fracture.
After those two reporters reported to her yesterday, she was a little disbelieving.
However, the informant's injuries couldn't be faked.
Finishing a fight and still having the leisure to make a game was something else.
Zhao Ming nodded, saying while drinking his porridge:
"Yes."
"After one night, it's finally almost done."
"I'll work on the details later."
"It can be completed before the competition starts."
There was some doubt and surprise in Shen Qinghan's eyes:
"A game made in one night...."
"This... can it be played?"
It wasn't that Shen Qinghan was doubting, but it was just too fast.
One afternoon plus one night.
At most, it was only twelve hours.
It's done already?
Zhao Ming nodded and said:
"Of course."
"Would you like to try 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. Without thinking much, she got up, walked over, picked up the virtual helmet, walked back to the sofa, and 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 mind moved.
The scene flickered.
....
....
The scene changed, and she had entered a landing craft.
The roar in her ears came.
Shen Qinghan looked up.
In the sky, planes with seemingly ancient models were rushing towards the direction the landing craft was heading.
She was currently on the deck.
Wearing a military uniform and holding a firearm that had been obsolete in reality for a long time.
Shen Qinghan picked up the firearm, operated it a bit, and nodded:
"The details are not bad."
This kind of ancient firearm hadn't been used by anyone for many years.
It could attract a wave of nostalgic players.
After all, people were used to playing games with big fish and meat (mechs and starships), so occasionally having some wild vegetables was also excellent.
Shen Qinghan turned her head and looked around. They were all NPCs, but these NPCs were doing all sorts of things: some were smoking, some were praying, some were kissing crucifixes and muttering.
There were also some who couldn't control themselves and were throwing up on the landing craft.
This made Shen Qinghan frown.
She wasn't seasick and could maintain balance on this swaying landing craft, but the scene was a bit nauseating:
"Why make things like this so realistic?"
Out of sight, out of mind, Shen Qinghan turned her head away.
Then a mission appeared before her eyes.
【Main Mission: Capture Omaha Beach.】
【Mission Reward: Promotion to Commander (Allows you to become the officer commanding a landing craft at the start of each game)】
Seeing this, Shen Qinghan also understood.
"Capture a beach?"
Seeing that there were too many people ahead, Shen Qinghan didn't push forward to squeeze past the NPCs. Instead, she leaned out from the edge of the landing craft and looked towards the beach.
What came into view was a beach covered with steel obstacles and many bunkers.
Their own planes were continuously bombing the beach, providing suppressive fire for the landing craft. Shen Qinghan turned her head and looked around. There were at least a hundred landing craft simultaneously rushing towards the beach.
Shen Qinghan also had a plan in mind. She then looked towards the beach, her gaze constantly moving, searching for the best landing spot.
Shen Qinghan was still confident in her marksmanship.
As long as she led these NPCs to capture the beach, it would be a victory.
With so many steel obstacles, they could serve as cover.
This game doesn't look difficult, just very retro.
