Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign-Chapter 172 - 132: The ’Banished’ Japanese Aircraft Carrier ’Shoho’ (3.2k )

Chapter 172: Chapter 132: The ’Banished’ Japanese Aircraft Carrier ’Shoho’ (3.2k Chapter 1)

The battles of the Coral Sea and Midway weren’t particularly long, both lasting around three days.

According to the in-game time flow, players can typically complete them in a day, so Zhao Ming made it a timed instance, allowing repeated start-ups for novelty.

And as for the backend data here.

Zhao Ming noticed that quite a few people were experiencing the Random Instances.

This mainly involves randomly selecting local battles within the "Earth" range to create battlefields for players to experience, without affecting the characters and plot in the Immersive Plot mode, making it independent.

Zhao Ming took a look at the reviews, and there were quite a few positive ones.

Especially players like Duan Yu and Huang Hao who enjoy the Immersive Plot experience. People like Duan Yu, who survive in Leningrad, haven’t even participated in the Battle of Moscow.

But constantly starving in Leningrad can drive someone crazy, even if it’s for fame and money....

Fortunately, this recent Random Instance allowed Duan Yu to escape the oppressive environment of Leningrad and engage in some cathartic storming combats, receiving the highest praise in reviews from some streamers like Duan Yu.

After reviewing the data from various modes, it still seems that the Immersive Plot mode is the most popular, with the game now reaching a peak daily active user count of over fifty million, and a third of those are in the Immersive Plot mode.

Overall, things are relatively stable, considering not everyone likes to play war games.

With the Blue Star having over 14 billion people, a 50 million active user count is already at its peak, and the market in the Great Xia Federation has been mostly tapped out, so future growth will come from other Federations.

Zhao Ming is contemplating releasing more Chinese History Series CGs at the press conference to attract new players.

He also needs to create an exclusive Polestar platform that integrates games, forums, shopping, and more....

He decided to get started right away.

Zhao Ming began to utilize the photonic supercomputer to supplement and improve the platform according to his ideas.

....

Meanwhile,

Fang Ming, piloting a plane, followed the flight squad to the bombing location.

The sea below shone with blinding sunlight, making it hard to see the situation below, but a fleet could be vaguely seen, and a command came over the radio:

"Japanese fleet spotted, heading 183 degrees, prioritize attacking the carriers!"

The aviation squad adjusted their direction slightly and flew toward that area.

As they got closer,

Fang Ming, using the live broadcast’s zoom function, saw quite clearly. Though the game lacked a zoom function, the live broadcast had one. Seeing what was in view, Fang Ming was dumbfounded:

"Weren’t we supposed to bomb a carrier?"

"These are just a few tiny cruisers."

"What kind of intelligence is this?"

The audience in the live broadcast was just as perplexed.

No wonder Fang Ming was baffled. Some bored viewers had counted.

For this carrier bombing, including Fang Ming’s plane, the USA had dispatched 93 fighters in total, and yet they were just bombing this thing?

As he pondered this,

A sudden command came through everyone’s radio:

"Intelligence was wrong, Japanese carriers are 56 nautical miles away, turning to 117 degrees."

Well, they were indeed wrong.

Fang Ming turned with the plane squadron and soon discovered the Japanese carrier Shoho, and above the entire Japanese fleet, only three aircraft were patrolling as the USA planes approached.

Below, the Shoho carrier and the escort fleet made an urgent turn.

But it was too late.

The USA aircraft dived, dropping bombs, and two 1,000-pound bombs hit the flight deck of the hurriedly turning Japanese carrier Shoho, causing flames to sweep across the deck.

It was impossible for aircraft to take off from the carrier now.

Fang Ming first dropped a wave of bombs, but they missed. He then adjusted his direction in the air to dive down, releasing a load of torpedoes.

Moments later,

Boom, boom, boom, boom——

Of the dozen torpedoes dropped, four exploded beneath the carrier.

You could faintly see water flooding through the gaping holes.

Fang Ming grinned, satisfied to have vented his frustration.

He then maneuvered his plane upwards, ready for another run.

Tut, tut, tut, tut——!

A barrage of machine-gun bullets hit, causing Fang Ming’s plane to shudder, then veer to the right, with the right wing catching fire. Fang Ming cursed:

"Shit?"

"Did I get this unlucky?"

There were only three enemy fighters in the air, and a whole swarm of allied fighters, yet they hit him?

But indeed, he was unlucky....

His plane uncontrollably lost altitude, and Fang Ming scratched his head, pushing the control stick to the limit, making a huge turnaround in the sky, with the right wing trailing black smoke as he dived toward the carrier below.

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The Japanese soldiers, who had been cheering as Fang Ming’s plane was hit,

Watched dumbfounded as the smoke-spewing plane made a monumental turnaround in the sky, diving down, and screeched in fright, jumping into the sea.

The approaching roar of the plane overhead was imminent.

Boom——!!!

Fang Ming’s plane hit the center of the Japanese carrier Shoho.

The immense blast of flames ignited the nearby soldiers, who wailed as they plunged into the sea. Though Fang Ming couldn’t see it, he later replayed the footage in his live broadcast, watching moments before he crashed into the carrier.

Seeing the terrified expressions of the Japanese soldiers jumping from the carrier, Fang Ming clicked his tongue:

"These guys know how to be scared."

"I thought they’d all be yelling banzai."

Then, returning to the game’s main screen, he checked the time and said to his viewers in the live broadcast:

"Let’s play one more round, then go to sleep."

"I’m not going to stay up late today."

"I have to attend the Polestar release conference tomorrow."

Looking at the question marks in the live streaming chat, Fang Ming chuckled and took out an invitation:

"Didn’t expect that, huh?"

"I got an invitation too."

Ignoring the envy and jealousy in the chat, he started another game.

The screen flashed.

The scene was still of the United States’ aircraft carrier, but now the role had changed, amidst a group in the command room, watching the radar and repeated reports ahead.

Suddenly.

The command room received a distress signal, after understanding the message, Vice Admiral Fletcher frowned deeply:

"What the heck?"

"What are these Japanese people trying to do?"

The officer next to him asked what was going on; Vice Admiral Fletcher said:

"Those Japanese sent over 70 planes and bombed our oil tankers."

...

...

After speaking, there was an unusual silence in the air.

Fang Ming’s mouth twitched, inexplicably reminded of how the United States mistook a few cruisers for aircraft carriers earlier, and their 90 fighter jets nearly missed the target.

The Japanese sending over 70 planes—couldn’t it be they mistook oil tankers for carriers?

Why is this battle being fought like a bunch of amateurs?

Fang Ming didn’t voice his thoughts, kept watching; soon it seemed the people from the United States also realized the Japanese possibly hit the wrong target, Vice Admiral Fletcher looked relieved.

Lucky the Japanese bombed the wrong target, otherwise, with the current number of fighter jets on the aircraft carriers.

If the Japanese attacked, both carriers could be lost, making him a scapegoat for the United States, and upon learning the Japanese carrier had sunk, Vice Admiral Fletcher hurriedly recalled all the fighter jets.

By afternoon, as fighter jets gradually returned, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Ming continued commenting on the battle situation, until signing off, heading to the airport to fly to Donghai City as a guest for the Polestar release conference.

...

The next day.

AM.

In Duan Yu’s live streaming room.

Duan Yu found a safe spot, then exited the [Immersive Plot] mode, choosing [Random Battlefield], and was met with a jungle scene, holding a worn-out rifle, gunshots near his ears.

Duan Yu realized it was Southeast Asia.

Joined his team for counter-attacks, but after killing two Japanese soldiers, was shot dead on the third attempt by a precise shot.

The screen turned dark, exiting the battlefield.

Duan Yu stretched, complaining:

"Ridiculous."

"That marksmanship is too accurate."

Bullet comments streamed past in the chat.

[The streamer should stop playing battlefield, just stick to survival games.]

[Most people change position after one shot, you shoot three times in one spot and expect not to get caught?]

[Clearly... the streamer is not good at FPS games.]

Duan Yu was helpless, returned to the [Immersive Plot] mode, then opened the official Polestar Games streaming room:

"Alright, cough cough, let’s not discuss the streamer’s skills."

"Polestar’s release conference is about to begin."

"Let’s see what’s in store, I heard boss Zhao Ming will personally host it, wonder if he’ll get pelted with stones."

The jokers in the chat came online.

[Stones? Forget it, this guy’s conference has security checks before entry!]

[What? No way???]

[Indeed, some who’ve received invitations stream their entry, hahaha, several players brought blades.]

[66666, absolutely hilarious.]

[Even though the blades are confiscated, there are plenty of fruits and drinks inside, some players have started gathering groups.]

[...Such hatred.]

Duan Yu laughed at the bullet comments, glanced at the game, no unexpected situations occurred, he relaxed, continued to watch the Polestar conference.

Duan Yu now even worries about the game during sleep, because after logging off from [Immersive Plot], the in-game character is assigned a reasonable job or sleep by the system.

But with Leningrad’s current situation, once he closes his eyes, he might appear on the game’s main screen when he opens them again.

Why does this happen....

Maybe after logging off, the game character sleeps and during that little time, the character gets thrown into a big pot.

Thus, Duan Yu has his game character sleep holding a gun, if he could afford it, he’d have a few dogs guarding him.

Duan Yu focused back on the live broadcast of the conference, initially he had an invitation, but [Immersive Plot] mode couldn’t leave the game, so he sold the ticket to watch it live in the streaming room.

As time passed, the Polestar conference began.

The live broadcast showed the scene.

Zhao Ming, dressed in formal attire, walked to the center of the stage, below the audience rustled with excitement, seemingly star-struck, Zhao Ming waved, smiling and said:

"I know everyone is eager, but please be patient."

"There will be a photo session after the conference ends."

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