Chapter 62: The aning of The Naless_l
Staring blankly at his own death screen, Huang Ping began to recall what had just happened.
“I bravely charged at three Tubo cavalry with my leather shield in front of , I conjectured that these low-level NPCs should have been knocked away by my shield bash, then I could’ve taken the opportunity to finish them off with my blade.
But the result was… I got instantly killed?
Those cavalryn all had big beards, but they were definitely all young n, because they had no sense of martial virtue!
Disbelieving, Huang Ping restarted the ga from the save point. This ti, he chose to move stealthily, waiting for the chance to launch a surprise attack. His spear successfully pierced a cavalryman in the waist, assisted by the ga1 s auto – aim.
He wanted to press his advantage, but the other two cavalry charged over, their curved swords turned into divine weapons by the speed of their steeds, severly decapitating him.
“Defeat”.
The red text constantly shifted in Huang Ping’s vision, sotis morphing
into “noob,” and at other tis “weak.”
Dying twice in the tutorial left Huang Ping speechless.
If you want to make a Soul Series type of ga that tortures people, just say it outright. There’s no need to sneakily hide it.
Though the Soul Series can barely be considered related to war thes, their relevance is about the sa as saying the Soul Series is about romance and character developnt.
After all, both have pretty girls, right?
Exhaling deeply, Huang Ping was about to commiserate with Monkey about the difficulty of the ga when he noticed that Monkey was playing a scene he had never seen before.
Sandstorm filling the sky, unbearable heat, the protagonist wandered alone in
the desert.
His water bottle was empty, and the character in the ga was more prone to dehydration in the desert environnt, hovering on the brink of death.
But Monkey was fearless. The mont he crossed a patch of shadow on the ground, he sharply bent his bow and shot an arrow. A bird in the sky fell at the sound, becoming Monkey’s spoils of war.
Hooking the bird on his back, Monkey verified the direction the bird ca from and slowly walked toward that direction. He eventually found a water source just before dying of thirst.
Watching Monkey’s screen, Huang Ping asked in confusion, “Aren’t our starting points different?”
“No idea. I was born in a Tubo slave town. Right at the start, I encountered Tubo cavalry looting. What about you?
“Sa.”
“Then there shouldn’t be random starting locations; everyone’s initial position is the sa. The difficulty level of this ga is quite reasonable. It’s quite nice
to play.”
Huang Ping originally wanted to ask how he managed to defeat the three starting cavalry, but seeing Monkey playing so effortlessly, he felt a bit embarrassed to ask.
If he didn’t ask, he could still bluff his way through. Asking would only prove that he indeed was a noob.
Knowing he wasn’t cut out for such punishing gas, Huang Ping simply moved a chair over, sat next to Monkey, and began to watch his gaplay.
Unlike Fang Cheng’s previous works, this ga had no cultivation techniques or tree-punching drills. It had only two words: realism.
Through observing Monkey’s gaplay, Huang Ping finally started to understand more about the ga chanics.
The ga had a ti system. Players could arrange for their characters to train or allocate ti to travel and move to different locations. During this period, if no randovents occurred, the ga ti would fast-forward until the scheduled event was completed.
Besides that, the ga had an extrely detailed attribute system, as well as a battle system that was ruthlessly realistic.
Things like health bars didn’t exist; a slash to the head ant instant death, no matter how high one’s attributes were.
Nightfall would reduce visibility, and prolonged imbalanced diet could even lead to night blindness, rendering one almost completely unable to move at night.
Ill-fitting shoes would cause blisters, which would reduce movent speed
and could eventually lead to deformities.
Just watching Monkey play made Huang Ping feel dazzled.
But because it was very realistic, it wasn’t too difficult to understand, you just needed to treat everything as real.
As the role was that of an ordinary person, the ga’s perspective unfolded entirely from the standpoint of a soldier.
In the ga, the Tang Dynasty had already declined, with Tubo splitting the Tang Dynasty in half. The Protectorate of Anxi, located in the Western Regions, had beco an isolated land, perilously under the assault of Tubo.
The protagonist was a nobody born in occupied lands, yet he had yearned for the Tang Dynasty ever since his birth and by a twist of fate received training from an injured soldier of the Tang.
When he ca of age, he killed three Tubo cavalryn who ca to plunder his town and subsequently lived in exile. Knowing that the Protectorate was still resisting Tubo, he resolved to join the Protectorate and then embarked on battle after battle.
Before joining the Protectorate, the protagonist’s experiences could only be described as hellish.
He moved through the desert like a lone wolf, finding his own food and maintaining his own water sources. Drinking unclean water could lead to parasites, which might then result in a miserable death from vomiting and diarrhea.
Modern inconsequential injuries beca fatal. Injuries slowed movent and made it difficult to obtain food, which ant that one had to be extrely careful in every hunt and battle. A small cut could lead to tetanus infection and sudden death.
However, the more tedious the details, the more exhilarating the combat beca when it finally occurred.
Especially watching Monkey fight, one could really experience that feeling of tension and thrill, where every slash drew blood, and every move was lethal. Different from the typical “Souls” gas, “The Naless” was more like an incredibly realistic soldier combat ga.
The enemy Al was unbelievably realistic as well. They would feign surrender, flee, and if they sensed defeat, they might even adopt a mutually destructive fighting style, forcing the player to make difficult decisions.
A mont of carelessness, even with victory in sight, could lead to dying on the battlefield; every fight was particularly thrilling.
Unlike the precariousness of being a lone wolf, once one successfully entered the Protectorate, it was a different feeling altogether.
The population of the Protectorate was older, so the young Naless who ca here was treated almost like a beloved mascot.
Old soldiers in their thirties would pester the protagonist every day, telling their stories;
So old soldiers would repeatedly speak of the prosperity and splendor of the Tang Dynasty’s Chang’an, even though they had never been there;
Players would see the red willow tree at the entrance of the camp, its branches already laden with the hair of soldiers who had gone out.
It was at this mont that Huang Ping finally understood what his mission as a guide had been.
He was a ssenger.
Every so often, the Protectorate of Anxi would send ssengers to Chang’an to tell the Emperor of Chang’an that the Protectorate had not fallen and that they were still resisting Tubo.
Our soldiers are insufficient, our weapons are old, we have no horses, food must be self-sustained, but still, we remain here, never surrendering.
In this land 7000 li away from Chang’an, there are still those whose hearts turn to Chang’an, who are defending this territory for the Tang Dynasty.
But the Protectorate of Anxi and Chang’an have been separated for a long ti now.
The roads have disappeared beneath the sand, Tubo and other foreign tribes ravage the compulsory paths, and the journey to Chang’an is essentially a death march.
Yet, every so often, there are those who volunteer to serve as ssengers to Chang’an. Even if they are to die, they wish to die on the road to Chang’an. After learning about these things from other old soldiers, Huang Ping fell silent.
At this mont, he seed to understand why Fang Cheng had made the environnt so realistic and why the protagonist had to endure so many hardships.
Only by experiencing it can one truly empathize. Even separated by the screen, he could feel the plight of the soldiers.
If he were to actually experience it in person, he likely wouldn’t last even a day. But these soldiers, they bore hardships that others had never known, and still, they remained stationed here.
Their nas had faded away; they were the Naless, illustrating the backbone of the Tang Dynasty in the sands, holding upright the spine of their nation in history.
This, then, was the aning of being The Naless.
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