58: Chapter 58 Military Customized Model
Wang Ye asked again today, but seeing the nurse's expression, he had a faint inkling of the truth in his heart.
He just refused to give up hope.
In the livestream room, the Netizens felt conflicted as they watched this scene.
"Sigh, looking at that nurse's expression, he's most likely dead."
"Yeah, he asks every day, but the result is always the same. Zhao Sheng must have sacrificed himself."
"There are too many life-and-death partings in this game. Real wars probably aren't even this brutal, right?"
"Perhaps this is just the tip of the iceberg in war. Think about it, nearly three hundred thousand people died in one campaign. How many families and relatives did they leave behind? Zhao Sheng is just one of them, but he won't be the only one."
"Looking at the game's background, this is just the starting point of the fourteen-year War of Resistance. There are still eight years of war ahead. The number of people who will die in those eight years is simply unimaginable."
"If it were a real war, we ordinary people would have no power to influence anything. We could only give our all. If you want to get ahead through war, how many people have to die for one person to succeed? Compared to war, I still think living in peace is better."
The Netizens were filled with emotion; the more they watched, the more they understood about war.
Even though many of them still didn't believe it and felt it must be an exaggeration.
But that was merely self-deception.
Since ancient times, war has never been beautiful; it has always been cruel.
Although times of trouble create heroes, for most ordinary people, war is a disaster.
Because to survive until the end and transcend one's social class, one needs luck in addition to strength.
Both are indispensable.
When the empire prospers, the commoners suffer; when it falls, the commoners still suffer.
As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to recover from a serious injury.
Although Wang Ye's injuries were not particularly severe, it would still take that long to fully heal.
Therefore, he remained at the rear hospital.
Every day, many wounded soldiers were sent to the rear hospital.
Some were critically injured, unconscious, and looked as if they might pass away at any moment.
Others had lost limbs; it wasn't fatal, but they would be disabled for life.
Wang Ye's body was slightly better off; his right hand was broken, but it could still function once healed.
Wang Ye felt that he would likely be recovering until the Battle of Luodian ended.
That day, Wang Ye asked the wounded soldiers who had just come from the front lines about the situation there.
He wanted to know how the front lines were doing now.
He was still thinking about Li Yan's grave.
He wanted to go back and retrieve that handkerchief.
It was just that this place was too far from Luodian.
Besides that, he also learned some news.
The commander of the division he was previously in had died in battle.
The unit had suffered excessive casualties and was forced to retreat to the rear to regroup.
This made Wang Ye's mood in the hospital quite heavy.
He wondered how Battalion Commander Liu was doing.
...
In the evening, after several hours of busy work.
Zhou Yang finally finished the custom mode required by the military.
Since it was a custom mode, it was different from the mode for regular players.
For example, this mode supported battlefields with tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people.
Fortunately, the servers in this world had long been able to support hundreds of thousands or even millions of concurrent users.
As long as one was willing to spend money, servers for tens of millions of simultaneous users could be built.
As for the server for this military mode, it wasn't his responsibility.
At most, he could provide a server for ten thousand people.
If the military wanted to host a battlefield for millions, they would have to pay for it themselves; he couldn't afford that expense.
After finishing the work, he left the virtual pod.
Then he took out his phone and called the military contact.
"Hello, Mr. Zhou Yang. May I ask what the matter is?" The familiar voice rang out again.
"I have rushed out the new mode according to your requirements. I will open a separate login interface for you. You only need to download the game and use this interface to log in," Zhou Yang replied.
"That's great, Mr. Zhou Yang. If the feedback from the experience we demonstrate is good, we will provide you with reasonable compensation."
"By the way, if you have any special requirements, you can also tell me," Zhou Yang said, suddenly remembering something.
"For example, custom-made scenarios," Zhou Yang thought of many classic battles from the War of Resistance period.
If players were to experience these battles, it would just be a matter of how many times they played them.
So he hadn't planned on making them, but now that he was cooperating with the military...
He wanted the Huaxia military of this world to experience these battles and see what kind of strength they could display.
"Is that possible?" the military official on the other side asked with some surprise.
"Yes, I can create the scenario campaigns first and then provide a quote."
"Alright, we will discuss it."
Afterward, Zhou Yang sent the login interface for the custom mode to the military official via the entertainment creation platform.
On the other side, at the Eastern Military Region.
After the official in contact with Zhou Yang received the login interface, he immediately reported to his superiors.
Soon, a meeting was convened.
Inside the conference room, the Supreme Commander of the Eastern Military Region looked at the various high-ranking generals below and began the day's meeting.
The content of the meeting was about who would be the first to experience this mode.
Many of them had already played [wwii: eastern meat grinder].
However, as soon as they entered, they were like common soldiers who had to charge.
This instantly brought them back to the battlefields of their dreams.
To have reached their current positions, they had certainly experienced actual combat.
They knew how cruel war was.
Only by surviving could one ascend to higher positions.
Similarly, there were many in the military who wanted war.
They were the hawks, eager to obtain military merit through war.
However, the moderates in the military were more powerful.
They understood the cost of war; unless absolutely necessary, war was the last resort.
Of course, more importantly, all nations were currently competing for outer space.
The outer space pie had not yet been fully divided.
The day it was fully divided might be the day war breaks out.
"Who among you is willing to try it first?" the Supreme Commander looked at the generals below and asked.
At this moment, the middle-aged general stood up.
"I am willing to try."
"Very well, Major General Huang Wei, then you shall lead the vanguard," the Supreme Commander nodded with satisfaction.
This Huang Wei was a famous hawkish general among the younger generation of their Eastern Military Region.
This was normal; after all, if their younger generation wanted to continue being promoted, they had no choice other than military merit.
The older generation of generals had all relied on the military merit accumulated back when there were still some localized wars.
They had reached their current positions step by step.
But in recent years, countries around the world had heavily invested resources into space, and there was essentially no friction on Planet Blue.
Without friction, there was no war.
Even if there was friction, it was in space and had nothing to do with them, the ground-based generals.
After taking on the task of leading the way, Huang Wei took it very seriously.
He had to make a good start; if he lost face, he wouldn't be able to hold his head up in the entire army.
He immediately requested the login interface and then gathered his think tank to study how to fight.
It would be best if they could win, but even if they couldn't, they had to achieve the best possible results.