64: Fight until Chapter 65, and achieve complete victory!

Nuclear Threat.

When Harrison roared that deceptively fierce cry, the entire world seemed to fall silent for an instant.

Whether in the negotiation tent within the game or the live broadcast room in the real world, a chill rose from everyone's spine.

This was the Sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of everyone in that era; it was the most naked and unreasonable ultimate intimidation of the industrial nations against the agricultural nations.

In the real world, public opinion once again became strange.

Western media seized this point and began frantically hyping up the terror of nuclear weapons, pairing it with archival footage of rising mushroom clouds, constantly spreading 'America-fear' sentiment across the globe.

Some so-called domestic 'rational moderates' and 'pacifists' also started to surface.

"The fighting has gone far enough; it’s time to quit while we’re ahead. Angering the US Empire will do no good for anyone."

"It’s just a game; there’s no need to get this worked up. Su Yun is inciting populism; he’s playing with fire!"

"Is risking nuclear annihilation worth it for a virtual high ground?"

Pessimistic and wavering emotions began to spread like a virus.

Inside the game, this influence was even more direct.

US military broadcast planes began circling above the defensive positions nonstop, playing surrender recordings in various languages, detailing the horrific state of the human body after an atomic bomb explosion.

On the position where Jack was located, the atmosphere became unusually oppressive.

He looked at the last half-box of bullets remaining in the trench, and the fried noodles mixed with dirt in every soldier's hand, falling into silence.

In the bullet comments, voices of wavering also began to appear.

"The other side has atomic bombs... How are we supposed to fight this? We didn't have those back then, did we?"

"The equipment gap is too large. We are filling the gaps with human lives, but if they drop one nuclear bomb, no matter how many lives we sacrifice, it’s useless."

"Jack, why don't we... retreat? As long as the green hills remain, there will be wood to burn."

This was the first time since the launch of 'ice and snow world' that the player base experienced such a large-scale drop in morale.

Previous failures were tactical; they could be reviewed, improved upon, and compensated for with willpower.

But this time, it was a dimensional strike stemming from a gap in civilization.

A profound sense of powerlessness enveloped everyone's hearts.

It was at this darkest moment that Su Yun made his move.

He didn't issue a new mission, nor did he update any powerful weapons, nor did he step forward to deliver any rousing speech.

He simply connected a piece of black-and-white footage spanning time and space through the entire server's broadcast system.

The picture was very blurry, covered in static and scratches, clearly indicating it was old archival material.

There was no stirring background music, only the rustling sound of static electricity.

Then, a voice sounded.

It was a voice with a heavy Xiangnan accent, calm and unhurried, yet containing the force of an overwhelming thunderbolt.

The moment that voice sounded, the entire clamorous world fell silent.

All the arguing bullet comments, all the US military broadcasts playing surrender recordings, all the gunfire on the battlefield—it was as if an invisible big hand had pressed the mute button.

Five hundred million players, whether fighting bloody battles on the front lines or watching from the rear, held their breath and listened quietly.

"How long will the war last?"

The great leader in the footage merely stated calmly,

"I say, we should not make the decision."

"The past was decided by Truman, and in the future, it will be decided by Eisenhower, or whatever future president America has!"

"That is to say, however long they want to fight,"

Saying this, he slightly raised his hand, his tone plain, yet as if proclaiming an undeniable truth.

"We will fight for that long!"

"We will fight until complete victory!"

Boom!

This piece of historical original audio, devoid of special effects or rendering, struck like a thunderclap piercing through time, exploding in the depths of every player's soul!

All fear, all confusion, all wavering were instantly shattered by these declarations that swept the mountains and rivers!

What is the bearing of a great nation? This is it!

What is the backbone of a nation? This is it!

We do not decide the start of the war, but we decide its end!

If you want to fight, we will accompany you to the end!

However long you want to fight, we will accompany you for that long!

The bullet comments in the live broadcast room instantly transformed from gloom and doubt to an overwhelming tide of red exclamation marks!

"!!!!"

"My scalp is tingling! I have goosebumps all over!"

"This is our leader! This is our confidence!"

"Atomic bombs? What’s so great about that? What don't we have? We have four hundred million people unwilling to be slaves!"

On the front lines, Jack suddenly raised his head, the confusion in his eyes vanishing instantly, replaced by burning fighting spirit.

He grabbed the type 38 rifle beside him and spat fiercely at the buzzing US military broadcast plane overhead.

"Did you hear that, you sons of bitches!"

He pulled the bolt; the sound of the round chambering was exceptionally crisp in the silent trench.

"Grandpa will play with you until the end!"

As the great leader's declaration fell, the atmosphere on the entire battlefield shifted.

Decay and despair were swept away, replaced by a desperate resolve of burning one's bridges and facing death head-on.

As if enraged by this astonishing will, the American offensive became unprecedentedly ferocious.

They poured all their anger, all their artillery shells, onto one inconspicuous spot on the map.

The system map rapidly contracted before all the players, quickly passing Seoul and Iron Field, finally locking onto two small hills in central Korea, names that sounded rather rustic.

As the camera zoomed in, a line of bloody text slowly appeared on the screen.

[Battle of Triangle Hill]