152: Chapter 152 Hand-crafted Poison Gas Bomb?

The young man's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone's hearts.

It made the expressions of everyone present freeze, and the burning passion in their hearts immediately cooled down.

That was true; currently, they had only completed the first step.

That was to build the rifle.

This rifle was actually easy to build; after all, its structure wasn't very complex.

As a highly durable rifle, it had a simple structure and was easy to produce.

However, while the rifle was simple to build, the bullets were difficult.

Even in modern times, the number of countries in the world capable of producing bullets could be counted on one's fingers.

This required a complete production line.

Otherwise, if they relied on hand-crafting, the production speed would be unimaginably slow.

The bullets they could hand-craft in a year could be fired in less than an hour.

There were people among them who knew how to make bullets, but in this game, even hand-crafting a rifle production line was extremely difficult.

Let alone a bullet production line, which was many times more difficult than a rifle production line.

They had experimented hundreds of times to build this rifle production line.

They had gathered a large number of people and matched into the same game together.

Then they quickly gathered in one place and integrated their resources based on their different in-game roles.

They were racing against time, fighting for every minute and every second.

However, now that they had overcome one hurdle, an even higher one lay ahead.

"It's fine. We've already built the rifle, so can bullets be far behind?"

"That's right. We've persisted for this long; are we really afraid we won't be able to make bullets?"

"Let's go! Believe that victory is just around the corner!"

Everyone regained their confidence and cheered each other on.

Having come this far, none of them were willing to give up.

At this moment, in the young man's livestream room, countless viewers saw this scene and were cheering them on.

"The rifle production line is done, so can the bullet production line be far behind?"

"Exactly! Where there's a will, there's a way. If you can really build both production lines, you'll be famous!"

"You have the fastest progress right now and are the closest to success. Everyone else is still hand-crafting rifle production lines."

Seeing the encouragement from the audience in the livestream room, the young man felt touched, and his fighting spirit grew even stronger.

Just then, he saw a few special comments.

"Haha, the others have stopped hand-crafting rifles and switched to hand-crafting grenade production lines."

"Believe it or not, I even saw someone who wants to hand-craft poison gas bombs."

"Holy crap, there's an expert? Can you really hand-craft a poison gas bomb?"

"Why not? I feel like hand-crafting a poison gas bomb is simpler than hand-crafting a bullet production line."

"Who is the one hand-crafting the poison gas bomb? I'm going to check it out. If he can actually pull it off, I'll send him a gift."

"Is the person hand-crafting the poison gas bomb trying to let the Japanese taste the flavor of poison gas?"

Seeing this, the young man was momentarily taken aback.

This person who wanted to hand-craft a poison gas bomb was a true expert.

It was just a pity that he didn't know chemistry; otherwise, he could have tried it too.

...

Time passed slowly. One week later.

Zhou Yang crawled out of the virtual cabin.

Over this past week, he had completed most of the content for the second game.

The reason it was so fast was that the content for the Pacific War wasn't particularly extensive.

He only needed to create those key battles first.

As for the details, they could be polished slowly later.

During this week, Zhou Yang had been busy developing the game while chatting with Yang Ruoxue about other battlefields of World War II.

In addition to that, he had also created a historical archive for the Pacific War.

He provided it for Yang Ruoxue to view.

He had also created a historical archive for the previous Battle of Shanghai.

Of course, that was only a part of the entire history of the Chinese War of Resistance, and he would continue to improve it later.

His plan was to create a historical archive for every game he made and provide it for players to browse.

These historical archives would be uploaded to the game's official website, free for all players to view.

As for writing novels, he didn't have the energy; it was better to leave that to the Netizens for secondary creations.

As for making movies, that could also be tried.

He could let Yang Ruoxue take charge of that when the time came.

The history of his past life was a massive IP.

It was an inexhaustible, boundless treasure.

If he only used it to make games, it would be a huge waste.

If he made them into movies, the earnings would be far greater than from the games.

Of course, Zhou Yang didn't know anything about making movies.

Although he had a piece of creative black technology like the virtual cabin.

Even movies could be created using just one's thoughts.

But it still couldn't replace actors; after all, the creator wasn't omnipotent.

A movie, as a work of art, certainly couldn't be crudely made.

However, the actors in this world were a bit different.

They didn't need to act in reality; they just needed to act inside the virtual cabin.

He came downstairs.

Zhou Yang saw Yang Ruoxue, dressed in pink loungewear, sitting on the living room sofa, drinking coffee while watching the virtual projection in the living room.

Judging by the sound, it seemed to be a game livestream.

Zhou Yang walked into the living room, and Yang Ruoxue immediately looked at him.

"Zhou Yang, have you finished work?" Yang Ruoxue asked in a soft voice.

"Yes."

"How is the progress today?" Yang Ruoxue asked with concern.

After learning about the historical background and events of the Pacific War, Yang Ruoxue was very curious about what the game was like.

She was itching to play the game sooner.

"Most of the battles in it are finished. After a few more days of polishing, it should be about ready. I'll send you a demo package then," Zhou Yang replied.

"That's great!" A joyful smile appeared on Yang Ruoxue's face.

"Oh, right, can you play it with me?"

"Play with you? How am I supposed to play with you?" Zhou Yang asked, puzzled.

"I don't understand this new game. You're the developer, so you should know how to play it, right? Show me the ropes," Yang Ruoxue explained.

"Cough, actually, I don't really know how to play either. I just make the games; I haven't actually played this one," Zhou Yang said, coughing and answering with some embarrassment.

"Huh? You don't even play the game you made yourself?" Yang Ruoxue looked at Zhou Yang with suspicion and surprise.

"It's not finished yet. I'll only play it once it's done."

"That works out perfectly, then. When you finish it, you can play it with me," Yang Ruoxue said, waving her hand.

"Fine. Since you said so, Sister Yang, I'll play with you. Don't blame me if I drag you down," Zhou Yang finally agreed.

"Okay. Come over here; I found an interesting livestream," Yang Ruoxue nodded, then waved at Zhou Yang.

"What kind of livestream?" Zhou Yang walked to Yang Ruoxue's side and looked at the virtual projection in front of them.

After watching for a moment, Zhou Yang turned to look at Yang Ruoxue, his face full of surprise.

"Hand-crafting poison gas bombs?"

"Right? Interesting, isn't it?" Seeing Zhou Yang's surprised expression, Yang Ruoxue immediately broke into a happy smile.

"Yeah," Zhou Yang nodded.

At the same time, he exclaimed inwardly that the Chinese players in this world were all geniuses.

Over the past week, he hadn't paid much attention to the players' activities.

He hadn't expected these players to pull off something this big.