Since Fang Ming had climbed out from the upper hatch to look at the surroundings, when the turret was blown away, Fang Ming’s arm was resting on the hatch entrance, and went flying along with the turret.
In the overturned view.
The Imperial tanks were charging in, kicking up endless dust.
Bang!
The turret hit the ground with a dull thud, and the scene went pitch black.
"Hiss—"
Appearing on the main interface, Fang Ming belatedly took a cold breath and touched his own body:
"Dying like this, is it really that outrageous?"
In the live stream, the comnt section was scrolling rapidly.
[To be honest, your two ways of dying could make a video compilation.]
[Getting killed by a one-handed cyclist and by a flying tank turret, insane!]
[Wait, guys, sothing’s off!]
[What’s off?]
[Could this be Zhao the old rogue’s new player torture thod?!]
[....]
[....]
[Holy crap? Don’t say it! But really, don’t say it?!]
With this reminder from the viewer, everyone finally realized that the difficulty was indeed lower compared to the European Battlefield, yet it seed they were dying faster.
Fang Ming’s side also felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth, kind of... it made so sense.
He’d been chased by the Imperial side for 15 days before dying then, now, less than an hour into three rounds already. No, he had to keep trying:
"Brothers, I’ll try a few more rounds."
"Could this really be Zhao the old rogue’s plot?"
"Isn’t there any humanity left?!"
Then...
An entire night passed.
In the morning, looking at the pitch-black screen, back to the main interface, Fang Ming, tortured by the various bizarre deaths, slamd the table:
"Ending the stream!"
Killed by explosions, crushed to death, blown away by shells, swam in the Atlantic Ocean for an hour and a half before finally being bitten to death by sharks.
Basically, there’s nothing he couldn’t die from.
Absurd!!!
Fang Ming was bemused by the various deaths, and other strears were not having a better ti either.
The deaths in the European Battlefield were at least straightforward, killed by enemies directly.
But other battlefields weren’t the sa, the deaths were almost like Fang Ming’s, with all manners of being killed, even the Southeast Asian Battlefield had soone bitten to death by a venomous snake.
The strear herself was a female, scared of such things.
Lying on the ground, too scared to move as she watched a swarm of venomous snakes inch closer, cold and delicate scales brushed past her calf... chomp!
Every type of death imaginable, in one night.
Already spawned a new editing category: "World War II: Empire’s Rise" compilation of bizarre deaths...
Though players were cursing, the novel experience brought quite a bit of popularity.
So strears, purely fun-driven, were constantly starting new gas, and online discussions about this update were mixed, so said it was more humanized, others said the deaths were absurd.
But it’s only the first day, the specifics will beco clear after players play for so ti.
...
On the other side.
The award ceremony of the Anti-War Competition also concluded last night.
As for the upcoming ten billion Federation Coins reward, as well as the promotional support plan within the Six Major Federations, all were taken over by Shen Qinghan.
With the Six Major Federations’ official support, the ’Earth’ IP series almost has no competition within a year.
No one dared to obstruct the promotional products supported by the Anti-War Competition’s official team.
Moreover, the ’Earth’ IP series products are linked with the ga itself, not conflicting with mainstream products or companies already firmly established in the market.
Because it belongs to ga peripheral products, even major companies in Blue Star’s food and beverage industry couldn’t say anything.
You can’t stop them from selling peripherals, can you?
Besides, they are associated with the ga, even if you produce knockoffs to suppress them, you lack the ga support.
It’s basically unsolvable, especially with Federation promotion.
Three days later.
After having breakfast in the morning, Zhao Ming and Shen Qinghan boarded the special plane to Great Xia Federation, waving goodbye to the reluctantly departing Crown Prince of Golden Moon Federation.
Zhao Ming turned and got on the plane, and his smile instantly stopped:
"Quick, I need to sleep!"
Quickly rushed into the exclusive resting room, Shen Qinghan shook his head helplessly, smiling as he followed along.
Zhao Ming’s collapse wasn’t much less than a player’s in-ga.
Damn it.
It was Zhao Ming’s first ti receiving his own Emotion Value, and he understood the players’ feelings.
For three whole days.
The Crown Prince of Golden Moon Federation was like that Tang Monk, constantly asking about strategies, cases, generals, battles....
Even Zhao Ming, who prided himself on being able to stay up late, often slept in the middle of the night.
Couldn’t outlast the Crown Prince of Golden Moon Federation; the guy didn’t sleep at all!
Once Zhao Ming entered the resting room, he lay down and started sleeping imdiately, and Shen Qinghan, who intended to discuss the company’s future developnt, saw this and couldn’t say anything.
Had to wait till they reached the destination.
No idea how long he slept, Shen Qinghan called him up.
Zhao Ming yawned, feeling much refreshed:
"Have we arrived?"
Sitting up, looking at Shen Qinghan.
Shen Qinghan was sitting beside him, with a heap of inquiries and planning books on the small table in front:
"Five more minutes."
"Once there, let’s first take a look at the new park."
"The address has been selected, once you’ve seen it and approved, construction will comnce."
"This is the optimized version based on your design."
Shen Qinghan tapped on the virtual projection on the phone, showing a model of a group of buildings.
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