143: Chapter 143 Players Change History?

"Damn, brothers, I guess I have to play this now."

"How come nobody woke me up? Otherwise, I would have gotten up earlier to start the stream."

Wang Ye said excitedly.

The audience: ???

"You're asking me? I should be asking you!"

"Brother Wang, give us your contact info. I'll set an alarm to wake you up every morning."

"Right, right! I'll be your exclusive daily alarm clock."

Seeing the audience's comments, Wang Ye smiled sheepishly and waved his hand quickly. "Alright, alright, let's enter the game."

After pressing 'Enter Game,' his figure vanished from the virtual space.

When he could see his surroundings again, Wang Ye found himself in the middle of a bustling market.

Pedestrians and vendors were everywhere.

He looked down at his attire: simple, plain cloth clothing.

At this moment, a panel appeared in front of him, displaying a string of text.

"Your identity this time is the son of the Hongrun Tavern owner. The date is November 25, 1937, and there are six days left until the Battle of Nanjing begins."

"Six days left? Still so much time; it feels like something can be done," Wang Ye said, somewhat surprised.

"Wait, why am I just a commoner this time? Is it trying to make me experience the Battle of Nanjing firsthand?"

Wang Ye was puzzled, so he could only speak to the audience.

"Brother Wang, you're actually just a commoner? Even though you're the son of a tavern owner, that's way worse than Brother Kui. I saw that Brother Kui is an officer. Your starting point is a bit unlucky."

"It's more than just unlucky. In the Battle of Nanjing, the devils will slaughter civilians. If we don't find a way to resist, we'll just be waiting to be killed."

Seeing the audience's comments, Wang Ye suddenly realized.

That's right, he had seen the videos and photos circulating online of the devils' massacre in Nanjing.

Those videos and photos couldn't even be shown without being censored.

It didn't take much thought to know that if the city fell later, the civilians still left in Nanjing would definitely be slaughtered.

As for his starting situation, Wang Ye felt helpless; after all, it was random and not something he could choose.

Just as Wang Ye was dazed, a cry of surprise suddenly rang out beside him.

"Damn, how come my identity is just a common farmer?"

"Your common farmer identity is fine, I'm actually a beggar!" another voice chimed in.

At this point, Wang Ye snapped out of it and looked at the two people who had just spoken.

Many others looked over with him, and the people speaking immediately noticed the situation.

They looked around awkwardly, some of them glancing at each other.

"N-no, are you all players too?" the one who had exclaimed earlier smiled sheepishly.

Wang Ye saw the person's appearance clearly: wearing coarse cloth clothes full of patches, with a completely unremarkable face.

"Ah, you're a player too? Are there really this many players here?" another person, who looked like a waiter, spoke up.

"Me too."

After the waiter-looking person finished speaking, voices of agreement echoed all around.

These voices included both men and women.

Looking around, they were spread across almost the entire street.

At this moment, the audience in the livestream room was dumbfounded.

"Wait, why are there so many players?"

"There are too many players; they're all over the street."

"Could it be that there are no locals left in this game? Is it all players?"

"Damn, that's possible."

"Is it really like this? I regret it; if I had known, I would have cleared the level too."

"If the game is full of players, tsk tsk, I don't even dare to imagine it."

"We could probably just use human wave tactics to crush those devils, right?"

"That's obvious. It's not like we're actually dying anyway. If we don't fight back to the devils' home turf, we won't be able to vent our anger."

Seeing the audience's comments, Wang Ye gasped.

Looking at the players filling the streets, everyone's faces were full of smiles.

They hadn't expected there to be players everywhere.

They had originally thought they would just play according to the identity they were assigned.

But they didn't expect that there were hardly any locals on the entire street.

Just then, someone suddenly stepped forward and shouted:

"Everyone, look over here! Since we're all players, I won't beat around the bush. My identity in the game is the son of the Nanjing Bank president. There are six days left until the Battle of Nanjing begins, and we can do a lot of things in these six days."

"Do you want the devils to come over and slaughter us?"

As soon as his voice fell, someone immediately cheered him on.

"No!"

One person shouted, and immediately a second person started shouting.

That's just how Chinese people are; if there's a crowd to join, they'll definitely join in.

"Good! I have an idea now, everyone listen to me..."

That person immediately began to speak eloquently.

Seeing this, Wang Ye thought to himself, 'Good heavens, this guy is really suited for giving speeches.'

Wang Ye listened for a bit.

And understood the guy's plan.

He wanted to gather the players and use his in-game identity to arm a force of players.

Because in the Open World mode, players can form teams.

Although this team mode isn't very useful, it just identifies teammates, and everyone in the team has a name above their head.

Besides that, it just adds a team rating.

And grants some medal rewards after the game ends.

Watching him give the speech, Wang Ye suddenly realized: this game can't possibly have zero NPCs, right?

Aren't they afraid of being overheard by NPCs?

Wang Ye looked around and found people who looked like NPCs walking along the road, minding their own business.

These people seemed to not hear the passionate speech at all.

Seeing this, Wang Ye was amazed.

"Brothers, can't these NPCs hear the conversations between players? Or can they not hear specific words?"

Hearing this, the audience started discussing it.

"That shouldn't be right? I've seen other streamers interacting normally with NPCs."

"Could it be that those aren't NPCs, but players?"

"It's possible those NPCs just don't understand what that guy is saying, so they ignored it."

The players made various guesses, and Wang Ye didn't know which one to believe, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Whatever the reason, let's see what this guy is planning first.

Anyway, he doesn't know what to do for the time being, so he might as well follow this guy and stir up some trouble.

...

After the livestreams from the major military regions ended, they immediately began preparing for the military region competition.

Especially the Western Military Region, which had the worst livestream performance; they were all holding in a breath of frustration.

Preparing to wash away their shame in the military region competition.

At this moment in the Eastern Military Region, General Huang Wei, having had the experience of the livestream, felt no worry at all about the upcoming military region competition; instead, he was somewhat looking forward to it.

However, a piece of news suddenly shattered his expectations.

The military region competition had changed its rules.

After learning about the Open World mode, the Supreme Commanders of the Four Major Military Regions held a discussion.

They decided to modify the Open World mode.

They wanted to see what would happen if they were the ones fighting in the Battle of Nanjing.