Chapter 328: Red goes to war, can reconciliation be achieved?

"Damn, I can't find that kid!" Anthony shook his head in annoyance.

"Hey, relax bro, there are 100 people in a game, how can you find someone so easily?"

His companion consoled him.

"Maybe he's already been shot down by other players, and he's crying and posting complaints on Twitter!"

No one knew what was so funny about this sentence, but they just burst out laughing.

When the game started, Anthony and his companions simply picked up some resources as soon as they landed, and then began to look for trouble with the arrogant Chinese player they had seen before.

But perhaps because their birthplace was a bit far away, he and his companions had never been able to find the whereabouts of the Chinese.

I can't help but feel a little regretful.

As Anthony continued to run around, he suddenly remembered something: "Come to think of it, we didn't encounter a single player wearing red clothes in this round."

"Wearing red is too conspicuous. It's easy to be discovered, right?" a teammate analyzed.

"But when we were at Suzhi Square, we clearly saw a lot of people wearing red." Anthony recalled the scene at Suzhi Square.

In addition to the Chinese man, there were many other people wearing the free red short-sleeved shirts, making the crowd in Suzhi Square look quite colorful.

But so far, they haven't met even one player wearing red.

Could it be that the spawning points of the guaranteed twenty or so red-clothed players are so far away from them?
Anthony couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

But soon, he no longer cared about these.

"Over there!" a companion suddenly shouted excitedly.

Several people quickly looked in the direction he pointed, and on the top of a hill in the wilderness in the distance, there were two players in red clothes.

Anthony suddenly became excited.

Although he was not sure whether this was the Chinese guy he met, he immediately became excited.

"Wuhu! Rush! Rush!" Anthony whistled excitedly, and the four of them rushed towards the red-clothed players in the distance as if they were half-energized.

Well, since the game doesn’t have any vehicle system, you can only use your two legs.

"Damn it, why don't the authorities make a few cars for us to drive?"

After a while, the figures of the two players in red began to move again, appearing and disappearing near the edge of the field of vision, causing Anthony to curse.

There was no other way, he could only fire in advance from such a distance, and the two sides exchanged fire.

The two players in red had obviously lost manpower in the previous battle and had to fight and retreat. This cowardly attitude made Anthony and others even more excited, and they chased after them with all their might.

fighting! Cool!

"Over the hill ahead is the great plains! They're so obviously wearing red, they can't run away!" Anthony shouted excitedly while running wildly.

No matter whether you are Chinese or not, you must die today!
Finally, they arrived at the foot of the hill and began to climb up. As long as they reached the top of the hill, the two players in red would be exposed, which made these players extremely excited.

To some extent, the battle royale mode, especially the one without beautified background, can sometimes really amplify the ferocity of some players.

"Eeh--eating your uncle Anthony's peanuts--eh?"

When the few of them finally climbed to the top of the slope little by little, Anthony took the lead, roaring and rushing up first, looking for the two men in red.

However, in the next second, his shouting stopped abruptly and he stood there in a daze.

"What's wrong with bro?" Seeing that he suddenly looked like he was possessed, several teammates came forward with some confusion.

Afterwards, the number of people standing there increased from one to four.

On the other side of the slope, there was indeed the red-clad player that they had been thinking about.

However, the number seemed a little beyond their expectations.

not 1, not 2, not 3, not 4, not 5, not 6...but a total of twenty or thirty people!
Moreover, there was no melee between them at all, but rather they were like a half-unit of a regiment ambushed on one side of a hill.

"Oh my God——" Anthony had never seen such a scene before and was completely stunned.

At this moment, he heard the completely undisguised public screen voices of those men in red.

"Brothers! We have attracted people here!" These were the words he hated the most, in Chinese.

"Everyone charge!" Then he heard another voice. Although he didn't understand it, he knew it was an order.

Because the next moment, dozens of guns began to roar together, and those players began to rush forward like crazy.

At the same time, in the voice channel, someone gave up the music with full lossy sound quality, which seemed to be some melodious and penetrating trumpet sound.

“Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep—”

Others didn't know what the trumpet sounded, but Anthony happened to know.

His great-grandfather once heard the same trumpet call on a battlefield that he described as a nightmare and shame.

He said that the team that blew such a trumpet sound was a team that was like an immortal devil, powerful and invincible, and they were not even afraid of the impact of airplanes and artillery.

Anthony didn't know whether his great-grandfather made such a description because he was frightened.

But what he knew was that the red army before them was truly an existence that they could not defeat at all.

Faced with the overwhelming red torrent, Anthony, who always liked to bully the weak and fight fiercely in the game, didn't even have the courage to raise his gun and aim at them.

"... God—" he murmured.

Amid the noise of more than twenty guns firing simultaneously, Anthony's teammates were instantly killed without any chance to resist.

Anthony himself was hit by several stray bullets, and his health was instantly greatly reduced.

But perhaps because he didn't raise his gun, the Red Army didn't seem to want to kill him immediately. A group of people rushed up to him in a swagger, quickly surrounded him, and started dancing wildly.

Anthony felt like the trophy they had captured.

At this moment, he felt that since there was a high probability that he had no chance, he might as well be brave.

These people in front of him should all be Chinese. He should curse them in the face and at least maintain the glory of his old Star-Spangled Banner.

So he spoke, and then—

"Nimenhao--" He greeted them in a very humbly voice, which stunned his teammates.

"Oh, this little foreigner is quite sensible and actually speaks Chinese!"

"Isn't this the only sentence he knows?"

After hearing this, the Chinese players all laughed and joked with each other.

Watching them chatting, Anthony could only pray madly.

I can speak Chinese! I am very friendly to you! Please don't kill me!

Although it's essentially just playing a game, even if you kill him, you can just start the next one.

But I don’t know if his great-grandfather had stayed in the Bitong prisoner-of-war camp back then. It seems like he inherited something strange.

So much so that when they heard the horn sound, their fighting spirit was completely scared away.

At this moment, only one sentence kept echoing in his mind:

"Hey! Can we reconcile?"

After he said that, a man walked out from the group of Chinese players.

Anthony recognized him. This was the Chinese player he had seen at the beginning. The guy had a pistol in his hand and pointed it at Anthony's head.

"Repeat after me! ChinaNo1!" he said in English with a strong accent.

When Anthony heard this, his face turned green and he subconsciously wanted to refuse.

But looking at that cheaply modeled face, for some reason, he just couldn't muster up the courage.

"China...No.1." Finally, the old Star-Spangled Banner, the orthodox Anthony of the White Eagle, humiliatedly read out these words in front of everyone.

Not only did it make the Chinese players happy, it also dumbfounded his teammates.

No, aren't you the one who hates Chinese people the most? Why are you kneeling so thoroughly now?
Could there be a traitor among us?

Anthony was about to breathe a sigh of relief as he watched the man in front of him put away his gun, thinking he had passed the test, when suddenly, a burst of gunfire came from behind him.

"zhuanshabaipizhu killed ant1"

This all-pinyin ID... looks a little familiar...

"Just now at the Quality Square, you were the one who kept staring at me, right?"

"Remember this, China No.1! You son of the b**ch!"

Amidst the curse, Anthony's vision went dark...

……

Similar situations occurred in almost half of the games.

After the first wave of overly civilized fighting methods failed, the Chinese players who had given up their fantasy quickly found a fatal flaw in the Jedi Gun God:
This game is free.

Probably because they didn't dare to change Tenghai's core mechanism, and since Naraka: Bladepoint was free, EC's Jedi Gunner was also made free.

This means that whether playing the game or attacking its player community, Chinese players do not need to pay too much money.

As we all know, for Chinese players, if doing something requires money, they will often be hesitant.

But as long as it doesn't cost any money, they don't mind taking a look even if it costs a lot of time.

Since the main body of Jedi Gun God is free, the next thing will be easy.

The players quickly organized themselves, and several experts personally compiled a fool-proof tutorial on how to let Chinese players play Jedi Gunslinger.

From downloading steam to transferring regions to downloading and game tutorials, each step is detailed.

Not only that, there are even accelerator providers who saw the business opportunity and joined in, offering all accelerator services for free, which has reduced most of the problems that plagued players.

Now, the obstacles preventing players from clearing out the Jedi Gun God have basically been solved.

The mighty coalition of players split into two groups.

After a long battle of words, the person in charge downloaded the game and gave Jedi Gun God a bad review.

You know, originally the reviews of Jedi Gun God were average because of too many bugs and insufficient mechanisms. Coupled with the collective expedition of Chinese players, the public opinion suddenly became absolutely one-sided.

At the worst time, the praise rate dropped to single digits.

Or EC can just change its name to Gouka.

The other faction is responsible for the real fighting in the game.

Don’t white pigs like to form illegal teams? Don’t they like to target Chinese players?

Then we will use even crazier and larger-scale illegal team formations to let you experience the consequences of angering Chinese players.

Since Chinese players are not allowed to play, then don’t play!

In order to make it easier to identify teammates, they all wore red short-sleeved tops, which were free costumes in the game, and called themselves the Red Army.

In the game, everyone jumps to one area, does not attack each other, and only clears out foreign players.

Once a large-scale charge is needed, sound the charge on the public screen.

The solidarity of more than a dozen players is something that foreign players fighting on their own cannot compete with at all.

After all, even if they wanted to form an illegal team, it would be almost impossible for them to form such a large team.

The Red Army was just like Zhao Zilong joining Cao's army formation, killing everyone in the Jedi Gun God's server and completely destroying the original environment of the game.

Occasionally, when they captured a few prisoners like Anthony, they would force them to shout "China No. 1" in front of a recording and then shoot them away.

They don't care about reputation at all. What they want is to completely eradicate this game that disrespects Chinese players!

Soon, the news that a large number of Chinese players who were destroying the environment appeared in Jedi Gun God spread throughout the community.

As foreign players discussed the issue, they couldn't help but worry about the future environment of Jedi Gun God.

Now, it's their turn to deal with the inefficiency of EC.

Report it. Most of the time, it may not be reported successfully. Even if it is possible, you have to wait for several days before you can get a response.

EC is frantically fixing bugs and having a headache over its own Three Kingdoms-style comment section, so how can it care about these things?

Resist. After all, they don't have the high level of organization like the Chinese players, and can't mobilize tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of players to act as the fish bombers together.

Faced with dozens of Chinese players, even if Zhou Zekai came, it might not be of much use.

Since then, EC's gaming environment has completely collapsed, Chinese players have become dominant, and foreign players have suffered greatly.

After getting beaten so many times, foreign players gradually figured out the trick.

Although the Chinese like to kill people, they seem to be a little... vain?
As long as you praise everything about China in Chinese in front of them, there is a chance that they will spare your life.

Someone even soon summarized the most common Chinese flattery and posted it online with pinyin, trying to make the Chinese players happy.

After all, cheap songs like "Thank you", "IloveChina" and so on can no longer meet the needs of most players.

It is really to measure the material resources of various countries and win the favor of the Celestial Empire.

When such a report was rushed to Valentine, who had already been promoted to the top position, he felt a black eye.

The Chinese players used actual actions to tell him what kind of terrible opponents he had provoked.

"Can it be solved with technology?" Valentine pinched his temple.

"No, we are seriously short of manpower and cannot spare anyone to develop detection software!"

"What should I do?"

"How about... just apologize and get away with it?"

"...Let me think..."

　Last update.

　　There are many happy things today.

　　The book has reached one million words, which is a milestone. If someone told me five years ago that I could write one million words, I wouldn’t have believed it.

　　EDG won the championship, although it was very difficult and they lost 0.12 seconds. I thought luck had abandoned them this time. But they managed to change their fate.

　　From Talahash to Reykjavik, and then to Incheon, EDG once again created a myth.

　　concentration!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)