I developed Call of Duty and was chased by players around the world

Chapter 179: O River, take me away!!

For a creator, there is only one person who can agree with and understand the creator’s ideas.

Then all the efforts of the past will not be lost.

Some people don’t understand why some young people in the second grade will be sick against a bunch of invisible and untouchable two-dimensional paper people.

They don’t understand why just a game, a virtual character, will drive players crazy, and even use it as a driving force for life to move forward.

“It’s not just a game.”

Some people may think that a ghost is just a virtual character that only exists in a computer.

It’s just a bunch of dummy data composed of 0s and 1s, just an animation of a bunch of pictures piled up.

Such a person, when he dies, he dies, and when he restarts the game, he is still alive.

It’s just a bunch of data, something that can be copied and pasted, something of no value.

Even, if there are players who are so crazy that they cry and rage, go to the post bar forum and other places to set up a channel for these virtual characters.

To fantasize about the past experiences of these characters, to imagine what they would do in their leisure time, to argue with others over different theories.

Fill the missing life for them to make up for the regret in the player’s heart.

Seriously, this practice is very mentally retarded, very secondary.

There are so many things to do in the real world, waiting for others to do it.

But these players are willing to spend their time and energy on a person who can never be touched.

Simon Riley, ghost.

This man’s past experience is indeed very middle-of-the-road, and from his past, this is a standard, Hollywood-style tragic hero.

There are so many people like this that any screenwriter can write a lot of them with his hand.

But that’s why.

Players are maneuvering these characters to fight on the battlefield, and every time they pull the trigger to kill an enemy, they will feel it.

Somewhere in the universe, maybe these people really exist.

Like the most familiar strangers, they are the most loyal companions who accompany the player through many things.

Ye Yu actually gave the player the right to choose once when modifying the game’s plot.

The hairy player who plays as a ghost sees a hint that only he can see before making a decision.

【Call of Duty】

These four words are very heavy, and the implication behind them is profound.

Every player, when entering the game to control the character into the battlefield, pulls every trigger in this name.

It is the duty of a warrior, the mission of a warrior.

Knowing that Sheffield would betray him, he turned around and fled away from here, abandoning the mission.

Does this count as a deserter? Or is it the act of a coward? It should not count.

As long as you can live, no matter what, it is understandable.

But in the same way, knowing that you will die but resolutely moving forward, is it not a ‘Call of Duty’ in some sense?

The hairy player thinks for ten seconds and then makes his own decision.

“Soap, Royce, you two bring Johnny.”

“Everyone immediately fled the villa area and abandoned the task.”

At the sound of an order, the ghost entrusted Xiao Qiang, who had been seriously injured, to Royce, who had rushed to the scene.

He then checked his ammunition and replaced it with a new magazine.

Click.

The ACR rifle in his hand makes a crisp pulling sound when it is loaded.

Reus put Xiao Qiang on his shoulder with one hand and watched the ghost without a word

On the other hand, no matter how Mozi manipulated his body feeling suit at this time, he could no longer control Xiao Qiang.

She screamed at the headphones to tell the ghost not to go, almost crying and shouting at the people in her live broadcast room.

Have them translate their Chinese into Russian and try to speak to ghosts in extremely unfamiliar Russian.

However, Xiao Qiang was seriously injured at this time, and any words that Mozi shouted out could only turn into a painful murmur when it reached Xiao Qiang’s mouth.

“This is the Scarecrow!”

“Fuck, I saw the helicopter land, and the Shadow Force guys were fighting the rebels!”

“No one is paying attention to us, if you want to run, now is the best time!”

“Reply! Reply!! ”

Behind the mountain, the sniper squad of three was in a mess.

They had emptied the bullets of the sniper rifle and could only use the sniper rifle like a fire stick as a telescope.

In their view, they had already seen a chinook in a spacious farmland in the distance that had landed.

The cabin back door opened and rushed down more than a dozen elite fighters of the Shadow Force.

At the same time, they also saw Sheffield.

He wears his combat uniform, wears a diagonal beret on his head, and the four stars on his shoulders are unusually shining.

“This is Admiral Sheffield, and we’re here to help.”

Lao Xie’s hoarse voice sounded, he did not get off the cabin, just stood on the edge of the cabin and grabbed the handrail, half-squinting his eyes at the villa.

“Ghost! Royce, speak! ”

“If you want to run, just now, there is no time to waste!”

“Talk!!”

In the headphones, the sniper squad members tore their throats and shouted, and the sharp sound was almost flat and the foam ears were ringing.

At this time, she also stopped shouting and stared at the ghost with bloodshot eyes.

The tears flowed in her makeup that she had specially painted today, and the two unsightly tear marks were especially ugly on her cheeks.

However, the audience in the live broadcast room did not laugh at her.

Everyone gritted their teeth and angrily and scolded the keyboard to curse the hairy player who played the ghost.

A sister’s tears did not stop, she smashed her keyboard to failure, if not eager to watch the video, she is eager to hammer the monitor through

PDD eggplant and other people do not have so many scruples, anyway, there are many computers.

PDD was full of fucking profanity, slammed his fist into a spider’s web on the monitor, and then changed computers to continue to swear.

That’s the downside of global networking.

Not in the same place, not even in the same country, the language is not spoken.

So no matter how they curse the street, the ghosts in the game still firmly make their own choices.

He took the hard drive containing Makarov’s intelligence from his body and stuffed it into Fat’s hand: “Take it, evacuate it all.” ”

“This is the order of the ghost of the deputy commander of Task Force 141.”

Fat Man was a little sluggish and held the hard disk, looked down, and asked the ghost, “What do you want to do?” ”

The ghost raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, but he had a skeleton mask on his face, and no one else could see it.

“If they all run away, Sheffield will definitely send in pursuit.”

“I’m covering your evacuation, and someone has to go and see him to delay a little longer.”

Hearing this, Soap delayed for a few seconds to hear Mao Zi’s simultaneous interpretation and translation into English, stunned for a few seconds, and then scolded loudly: “I’m going to fuck you, no!” ”

“I firmly oppose it, even if I want to go, I will go, you play the fucking ghost!”

“You know he…”

Before he could finish speaking, the ghost said, “The life of the ghost is important, but the fat meat is not important?” ”

Hearing the words, the fat meat was momentarily gagged, wanting to say something, but the words could not be said to the lips.

Yeah, ghosts are important to the player.

They are all very middle two who take this game as a reality, and they all say that they have really been on the battlefield to count half a soldier.

Then the lives of others are not called lives?

Fat meat is not as important as ghosts? Why? Just because they didn’t carry the ghost’s cool-looking mask?

“Don’t be silly, let’s go.”

“I’m not going to deliberately find the dead.”

“If it was a ghost, what choice do you think he would make?”

“Sheffield’s significance to the ghosts is important, it’s his mission.”

After saying that, the Maozi player also felt that his ink was very much, laughed self-deprecatingly, hammered a handful of fat meat, and said: “Take care of Xiao Qiang.” ”

With that, he turned around, grabbed his headphones and said, “Sheffield, this is a ghost.” ”

“I got the information, and the other eight have died.”

“Please wait at the evacuation point, I will arrive immediately.”

Hearing this, Sheffield’s side was a little sluggish, and replied with a loud voice: “Received, there is no time to collect the corpses for them, my people are advancing towards you.” ”

Hearing the reply, the ghost took a long breath, hung up his headphones to look at the fat flesh with complicated eyes, and nodded: “It is an honor to fight with you.” ”

Speaking of which, the ghost has no more nonsense, the Maozi player who plays him does not know what he is thinking, laughs a few times, mutters a Russian language that no one understands, and resolutely strides forward.

At this time, the audience who watched the live broadcast through her perspective no longer shouted.

The atmosphere is very eerie and there is a feeling that the hero is late.

After a few seconds, Fat Meat slowly raised his right hand, he looked at the ghost’s back and wanted to say something, and then the words turned into silent regret.

At this time, just when the fat meat wants to notify the others to evacuate.

There was a hissing in the headphones, and there was a melodious and gentle sound.

It sounds like someone has opened the music and then stuck it on the microphone before the music with poor sound quality comes out.

Mozi covered her face and cried without any strength, and when she heard the sound in the headphones, she looked up with her eyes wide open, a very confused listener.

In the live broadcast room, the audience was no longer angry, and they quietly listened to this music.

“This is…”

Someone in the audience could instantly hear which song it was.

On the ghost side, the hairy player who plays him feels a sense of pleasure like never before.

The previous half hour of fighting had been straining his emotions, and the feeling had almost left him breathless.

He’s not a live streamer, he’s just a player.

However, this is a middle-aged man, a veteran of the native war of the giant bear’s own family.

So for this player, no one understands the ghost’s state of mind better than he does.

All the way from the betrayal, from the muzzle of his own people.

Fight, fight a fight.

As a result, the player controls the ghost, from a slow pace at the beginning to a gradual acceleration of the pace.

He began to run, laughing wildly as he held the rifle in his hand, and opened fire on the enemy as he ran.

At the same time, he shouted almost like a madman: Don’t be gentle into that good night!

Old age should burn and roar at dusk! Rebuke, rage at the passing of light!

Although wise people know that darkness is justified when they are dying.

Because their words did not burst with lightning!

They didn’t walk gently into that good night!

Serious people, close to death, with dazzling vision to see that blind eyes can shine like shooting stars with joy.

Rage, rage at the disappearance of light!

You, my father. In that sad height.

Bless me now with your tears! Don’t walk gently into that good night.

Rage, rage at the disappearance of light!

Shouting, running, seeing himself manipulating the ghost, getting closer and closer to the Sheffield plane.

He didn’t feel addicted, so he quickly found a Russian song and put it in his headphones.

So, Momoko and the rest of the audience did

I heard a song that was very noisy but with a very serene melody.

“Take me away, the river.”

“Take me to the other side of the steep shore, on the edge of the field.”

“There’s my land there.”

“There’s my forest there.”

“There is my dear hometown there…”

In the live broadcast room, the audience who heard the song burst into tears and knocked out the translation.

At this time, Mozi quietly looked at the figure of the ghost running alone and gradually disappearing

Seeing the lyrics, she only felt that the picture was unusually beautiful at the moment.

In the woods, on one side, the rifles in the hands of the enemy burst out with fireworks.

In the air, a helicopter lowered its nose and fired its cannon into the woods, hitting dry leaves falling like snowflakes.

The ghost runs alone in the woods, dodging enemy bullets, and chooses to accept the call of duty like a battle ten.

Little by little, the figure of the ghost gradually disappeared into the flying leaves.

A dozen seconds later, she seemed to see that the ghost ran to Sheffield and stopped breathlessly.

Sheffield then stepped out of the helicopter and said something to the ghost.

“……… Phantom!!! ”