82: Chapter 82 One Side Heaven, One Side Hell
However, this new plot point also took him by surprise.
Soon, the introduction to the new plot appeared before him again.
[Defense of Sihang Warehouse (October 26, 1937 — November 1, 1937)]
[In late October, the main force of the Chinese army retreated, deciding to leave a portion of troops to hold the north bank of Suzhou Creek, in order to demonstrate China's determination to resist and to win the sympathy and support of the Nine-Power Treaty Conference.]
[Chinese Defenders: 1st Battalion, 524th Regiment, 88th German-equipped Division, with an actual force of about 420 men (publicly referred to as the "Eight Hundred Heroes").]
[Japanese Army: Approximately several thousand men, equipped with tanks, artillery, and other heavy weapons.]
[Chinese Defenders: Approximately 10 killed, 37 wounded. Japanese Army: Approximately 200 casualties.]
[This battle ultimately ended with the Chinese army retreating into the International Settlement, but after the lone battalion entered the International Settlement, they were placed under house arrest for four years.]
[After the outbreak of the Pacific War in 1941, the Japanese Army occupied the International Settlement, captured the remaining officers and soldiers, and most died from abuse or forced labor.]
After reading the introduction to this new plot, Wang Ye fell silent.
After a long while, he spoke to the audience in the livestream room: "Brothers, this battle is the final battle of the Battle of Shanghai. Does this mean the main storyline of this game has ended?"
The audience in the livestream room heard this and began to voice their opinions.
"It should be. The main Chinese force has retreated, leaving only a small portion of troops to resist. This battle has ended. It feels like it ended so quickly."
"It wasn't fast. This battle lasted for three whole months. It's just that we experienced it quite quickly, so it feels like the war ended too fast."
"That part about demonstrating China's determination to resist to the international community made me feel a bit uncomfortable. Was China really that weak back then? To the point of needing to win the sympathy of the international community?"
"There's no other way. This game world surely contains more than one country. The China in the game is too weak. Relying only on its own strength to defeat the Little Devils, an industrialized nation, is just too difficult."
"Under a state of total war within one's own territory, let alone industry, even agriculture cannot be carried out. If they could obtain aid, it would definitely be better than holding out alone."
The audience in the livestream room felt a bit dazed.
Is this game going to be experienced to its end before we know it?
Seeing the comments in the barrage, Wang Ye couldn't help but sigh.
"To be honest, I didn't expect this battle to end so quickly. Three months of time, yet it only took us a few days to experience it, but in the game, it was three full months of fighting."
The audience felt the same way.
Although many of them weren't playing the game, just watching Wang Ye play was enough to make them feel deeply moved.
"By the way, what the heck is the Pacific War in the last part of the introduction? I'm a bit curious, are the Devils fighting on multiple fronts?"
"It's possible. Didn't it mention other countries' armies earlier? Maybe the Devils started fighting with other countries."
"Damn, then how powerful are these Devils? One country taking on two?"
"They might not lose a one-on-two fight. After all, what this game has created so far is just one battle of the Chinese resistance; it's just that this particular battle was lost."
"Will there be new battles released later? I want to see the subsequent situation of China's resistance."
Wang Ye looked at the barrage from the audience and also noticed what they said about the Pacific War.
This immediately aroused his curiosity.
He could now be certain that the plot background and world-building of this game were definitely massive.
If just one battle could be turned into a game, if they finished the entire Chinese resistance, plus this so-called Pacific War, wouldn't the game company make a fortune?
If that were really the case, Wang Ye felt he had to seize this wave of traffic.
As one of the first streamers to reap the traffic benefits of this game, his current traffic was vastly different from before.
Those who entered later would inevitably get less and less of the traffic.
He was also worried that after finishing this game, he would have nothing left to stream.
After all, if you keep playing the same game, the audience will get bored.
The freshness of a game is very important.
Once the freshness wears off, old viewers will drop off, and if there are too few new viewers, then it's game over.
So he had to keep playing new games to maintain his traffic.
Retain the core base of old viewers while attracting new ones.
Wang Ye closed the transparent panel in front of him, and his thoughts returned to the game.
He looked toward the brightly lit opposite side.
He discovered that he was separated from the other side by a river.
This river wasn't very wide.
Nearby, a bridge connected this side to the other side.
Is that the International Settlement over there? It's truly prosperous.
Wang Ye thought to himself.
He knew about the International Settlement.
A few days ago, when the term "International Settlement" first appeared, it caused a huge uproar and was very popular on the internet.
It was hard to imagine that in the war-torn Shanghai, there could still be such a prosperous place.
The surroundings were in ruins, but here, there was still a scene of glitz, glamour, and decadence.
The scenes on both banks were worlds apart, how ironic.
Just because this was a foreign International Settlement.
Therefore, the Little Devils didn't dare to touch this place.
Inside the International Settlement, there were many foreigners.
Similarly, there were also quite a few citizens of Shanghai.
Wherever the Chinese army and the Japanese Army fought, there was nothing but artillery fire and ruins.
Yet they were separated by the river, watching each other.
One side heaven, one side hell.
At this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded behind Wang Ye.
"Can't sleep, Wang Ye?" A man wearing a dark green military officer's uniform walked over.
Wang Ye glanced at his shoulder and knew his identity.
"Yes, hello, Regimental Adjutant Xie Jin." Wang Ye nodded in greeting.
"What are you looking at? Looking at the other side?" Regimental Adjutant Xie Jin asked.
His expression was calm as he looked at the dim lights on the opposite bank, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Yes."
"Prosperous, isn't it? The Little Devils don't dare to attack there." Regimental Adjutant Xie Jin let out a laugh.
The laugh seemed to be mocking.
For some reason, Wang Ye felt a sense of sadness in his heart.
The Devils didn't dare to attack the International Settlement, but they dared to attack them.
In the end, it was because the country was too weak.
If you fall behind, you get beaten.
Especially for a large country like China.
Small countries need small-scale dignity, but large countries only have one path: to rise.
If it doesn't rise, everyone will think about how to carve it up.
China is even more so.
The Chinese nation occupies one of the best pieces of land; since ancient times, countless foreign tribes have wanted to settle in the Central Plains.
If it is not strong, foreign tribes will invade.
They want this land.
"Take a few more looks; maybe in a few days, you won't have the chance," Regimental Adjutant Xie Jin continued.
Having been sent here, he had long been prepared to sacrifice himself.
Their battalion was originally a reinforced battalion with a complement of eight hundred men, but in reality, there were only about four hundred and twenty.
To rely on four hundred and twenty men to block the Devils' attack, they had to be prepared to sacrifice everything.
After finishing, Regimental Adjutant Xie Jin looked at Wang Ye again.
"Get some sleep early; the Devils will launch their attack during the day."
Afterward, he turned and left.
Wang Ye watched his retreating figure, returned to where he had been, and sat down to rest.