The Fourth Disaster, Starting from the Movie Eight Hundred

The new recruit was carrying Tani Hisao like a dead dog, and was very unhappy about the fact that Yidao knew the other party well.

The Japanese invaders killed so many of our compatriots with brutal means. Why can't we fight violence with violence? This is the most simple thought and emotion of mankind. What's more, this guy is a real war criminal. It's not okay for him to die too comfortably.

"We certainly don't have the time to dedicate to this beast, but we do have flamethrowers."

Yue Cheng next to him patted his equipment and smiled a smile that everyone understood.

"Good idea, let's get started!" He Shi gave a thumbs up and started preparing things with other players.

Burning to death is one of the most extreme pains a human being can experience, involving both physical and psychological torture. But for the devils, any mercy is superfluous; only fire can cleanse them of their sins.

Soon, Tani Hisao was tied to a cross-like execution rack, and the players took out their flamethrowers, ready to make the opponent feel the warmth from the Eastern Continent from the inside out.

Realizing what he was about to face, Tani Hisao struggled and cursed frantically, but it was pointless, because he was soon embraced by the high temperature and let out a terrible howl. The sound did not sound like that of a human, but clearly that of an animal.

Some players feel sorry for it, not because they sympathize with the Japanese, but simply because they think it is cruel. However, when they think about how the Japanese often treat their compatriots like this, their feeling of pity is quickly crushed.

Kindness and mercy are for people, and those who are worse than animals are not worthy of them.

"Not bad, this photo is very artistic."

Liu Qi looked at the freshly-published photo in his hand with satisfaction. He was at the Central Daily News headquarters in Nanjing at this time. The newspaper was founded in 1928 and was directly affiliated with the Kuomintang Central Propaganda Department. It was known as "President Chiang's official radio station."

But now the relevant personnel can only tremble in fear. They don’t know how the man in front of them rushed in, arrested everyone alone and gathered them in a room, and then showed his "sincerity".

"Mr. Hu, in this box..." Liu Qi opened the box, which was full of ocean dollars.

"And in this box..." Liu Qi opened the box, which was full of explosives.

The meaning is very clear, choose between taking money to get things done or sending explosives to the sky.

Mr. Hu wanted to show off his literary character, but before he could open his mouth, Liu Qi's M1911 was already against his forehead. The smile on his face was undoubtedly asking him, "Do you dare to bet that there are no bullets in my gun?"

As a writer who worked hard for the Chairman, Editor-in-Chief Hu had the flexibility to make the right choice immediately.

Soon, the explosive photos provided by Liu Qi made the front page of the Central Daily News.

"The Japanese invaders surrendered, Tani Hisao died, and the Sixth Division suffered a crushing defeat at Hongqiao."

The photo shows the Jingguan and the burning body of Tani Hisao. The second photo shows the player's recruit chopping off Tani Hisao's head and stepping on it with a smile on his face after Tani Hisao was burned to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside.

For the land of China in 1937, this photo was too shocking.

Many Nanjing residents woke up to find that our country had regained the glory of the Han and Tang dynasties and started building Jingguan?

At first, many people felt that they had to choose between the way they woke up today and not being fully asleep. But after repeated confirmation, the whole city of Nanjing was in an uproar.

The Central Daily News was sold out in an instant, and the newspaper rushed to print various copies. Fortunately, after doing this, Editor-in-Chief Hu also gave it his all. After all, if he could intimidate the entire newspaper alone without making any noise, it would not be difficult for him to take off his own head. Moreover, resisting Japan and saving the country is the political correctness now. As long as the old man (Chairman) does not explicitly oppose it, his behavior is correct, and this correctness is also his amulet.

I hope the Chairman’s shabby head won’t come up with weird words like “illegal anti-Japanese” anymore. It’s unbearable.

"Baka! Tani Hisao is such a loser! He's brought shame upon the Empire!"

When someone is happy, someone else's defenses will inevitably be broken, and the Japanese high-level officials were naturally the ones who were broken. There was no Internet in 1937, and the speed of information transmission was not that fast, but the fact that the 6th Division was almost completely wiped out and the regimental flag was seized was a foregone conclusion. The photo was a group photo, and it could not be covered up. When the emperor was furious and blamed from above, some heavyweight figures would definitely be forced to transfer to the reserve, ending their official careers.

No, you can't!

I absolutely don't want to let something like losing my career happen!

Matsui Iwane certainly doesn't want to be the one to take the blame, but the pit of this matter is too big. If he doesn't throw in a heavy scapegoat to fill it, he will definitely not be able to suppress the anger of the domestic people who are "punishing the traitor with heaven". After all, the Imperial Country has been invincible in previous battles. Why did it fail when it came to you? It must be your problem. Commit seppuku and apologize, bastard!

Then the most urgent task is not to report to the higher-ups, but to cover up the failure with greater achievements.

What is the greatest achievement?

Of course it is to capture the capital of China, Nanjing!

Chapter 5: Special Envoy? Bring him in!

"Damn it! What are you doing for a living?"

The chairman's shiny bald head began to erupt like a volcano under the blessing of anger, because it hindered his negotiations with the Japanese.

For the semi-capitulationist chairman who was not very firm but certainly not very tough, surrendering to Japan was not an absolutely dead-end option. However, the premise of all this was that the opponent could be hurt but not too much, and could feel threatened but not too threatened. In short, this required a very micro-control, with accuracy to the point where a machine gun could move a few centimeters, you know.

If you don’t understand, just grasp the spirit!

But what is happening now? The Sixth Division is gone!

How can the chairman communicate with the Japanese government?

There was definitely no chance of peace talks. The Japanese had to make up for the huge loss they had suffered. The destruction of the Sixth Division greatly strengthened the confidence of the illegal anti-Japanese forces in the country, and directly put this humanoid creature on the fire.

Damn it, these people actually dared to "illegally massacre the Japanese" and captured a high-ranking Japanese official like Tani Hisao but refused to hand him over. They really don't know how to be loyal to the country. By the way, where are these people from? Why is there no news from Dai Li!

The chairman was gritting his teeth in hatred, but facing the surging public opinion outside, he couldn't just curse. Didn't he see that other forces, including the big threat in the north, were praising those warriors in various ways? He had to express his opinion no matter what.

I hope the Japanese government can understand this matter and not take it too seriously, otherwise it will be difficult for me to be the boss.

At the same time, Dai Li was also in a state of panic because he had no way to give an explanation to the old man. He had already confirmed the people in the photo, and guess what, there was no one on record.

Oh my god, what does this mean?

This means that a powerful force with combat power superior to that of the Japanese army has appeared on the battlefield, but the Kuomintang government knows nothing about it.

Based on Dai Li's understanding of the Chairman, if he reported this to him, he would at least be scolded.

In order to avoid being labeled as a good-for-nothing by the Military Control Commission and affecting his position in the old principal's heart, Dai Li had to start struggling immediately.

But he certainly wouldn't run around everywhere. With so many people in the Military Control Commission, the people below must run around while the top ones talk. The credit must go to the top and the fatigue must be borne by the people below. The rewards must be given by the top bosses who are willing to give them. Otherwise, what's the use of you cattle and horses below? Are you going to be parasites?

However, Dai Li did not need to worry about it, because Xu Enzeng of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics was in the same state now - at a loss.

Although in theory there was a division of responsibilities between the Military Control Commission and the Central Control Commission, the two sides often crossed the line when doing things. The reason was very simple: the people above them did not get along and both wanted to increase their own power. Their colleagues were enemies, and everyone wanted to take credit for their achievements. Naturally, there were all kinds of constraints.

And if you just think about it, you will understand that if Xu Enzeng had accomplished what Dai Li failed to do, then he would have become famous in front of the Chairman, and that would be the real way to success.

The idea is good, but how to actually implement it?

"Still no results?"

"Yes, Chief. We've checked everywhere, and there's no information on these people."

"Where the hell did these people come from? Keep investigating!"

"Yes!"

Both the Central Bureau of Investigation and the Military Bureau of Investigation began investigating the matter, each wanting to appear before the Chairman continuously. They also coincidentally targeted the Central Daily News. Editor-in-Chief Hu was in big trouble. What did he know? He knew nothing.

The young man was extremely powerful, generous, and threatening, but no one would believe the lies Editor-in-Chief Hu said unless they saw it with their own eyes. The Military Control Commission and the Central Control Commission certainly didn't believe it. If it weren't for Editor-in-Chief Hu's identity, he would have been taken to the tiger bench and pepper spray long ago.

However, other people in the Central Daily News did not receive such good treatment. They were "invited" to be questioned. As for how they were questioned, that was not something Editor-in-Chief Hu needed to consider.

Compared with the abstract actions of the Kuomintang government, the reaction of the people across the country was very simple.

Kill the Japanese, you are a hero!

Kill a lot of devils, hero!

The Japanese soldiers who were killed were piled up in the Jingguan, they are Chinese heroes!

There are already street storytellers who have started to tell stories based on the content of newspapers. In a sense, they can be regarded as Internet celebrities with the characteristics of the times, except that they use offline face-to-face local area networks.

For ordinary people, it is something they really want to watch, love to watch, and enjoy watching, so they must watch more of it.

So what are the players doing?

The recruit took off his gaming helmet and then lay on the bed for a full ten minutes without doing anything.

It was clearly a virtual reality game, but its excessive realism made him feel as if he had really traveled to the Battle of Shanghai, fought the Japanese invaders for three hundred rounds, killed Tani Hisao, and piled up a huge mound of the Japanese invaders from the Sixth Division.

“It’s a blessing that I wasn’t born in troubled times.”

Just as the recruit was sighing, his cell phone rang. He opened the app and saw that it was time to deliver a takeaway.

As a rider who is starving, the recruit has been busy repeating and constantly understanding the daily life of the city. However, after experiencing the baptism of "War Age", he also feels that such a daily life is precious.

At least it's better than our compatriots in troubled times.

But just at this moment, the doorbell rang.

The recruit opened the door in confusion, and a courier from the opposite wind handed him a package.

"Hello, there is a package for you, please check it."

"Huh? Oh, okay."

The recruit took the not-so-big package, sent the courier away, and went back to the house to open it.

Inside was a letter and 10,000 RMB. The contents of the letter were as follows:

"You have completed your first battle in 'War Age' and helped complete the early testing of this game. The company has awarded you a 10,000 yuan campaign bonus as a thank you. If you are still willing to participate in this game, you can sign a contract with us and mail it to the address below. Please read the contract for details. We look forward to meeting you again."

After reading the letter, the recruit was a little confused.

Are virtual reality games this expensive these days? They're sending real money offline.

After reading the contract, the recruits had the illusion that a golden pie had fallen from the sky and landed right in their own safe.

According to the contents of the contract, as long as you continue to participate in the game test and log in every day, the development company of "Beacon Era" will pay you a salary of RMB 100 per hour. After eight hours, it will be considered overtime. The overtime salary on ordinary days is calculated at 1.5 times the hourly salary, and 3 times the hourly salary on holidays. In addition, five insurances and one fund will be paid. The remuneration will be calculated after the five insurances and one fund are paid, ensuring that players get the money without discounts.

In other words, even if I work eight hours a day and take two days off a week, I can still earn at least 20,000 yuan a month. Considering that the virtual reality game "War Era" is as good as Second Life, I won't feel bored even if I go online for 20 hours a day!

Ahem, twenty hours is still too crazy, but twelve hours a day is still okay.

The salary is 18,000 yuan, and the company is my home!

But the recruit still had his doubts. Could this be true? What if the contract ended with a two-week trip abroad, to Myanmar or Thailand?

No matter how happy your kidney is, it will cost at least 500,000 yuan.

So, the contract can be signed, but if it involves traveling abroad, forget it!

But if all this is true, then I have made a lot of money, just like Qin Shihuang eating peppercorns - he won a lot.

At the same time, there were many players like Xinying who made similar choices. And on the second day after they submitted their contracts, Fenghuo Company of "Fenghuo Era" sent them a new gift - a game cabin.

"What the hell!? Is technology so advanced now?"

The recruit marveled at the huge thing in front of him that could fit him completely inside, and then lay down in it without hesitation.

"It's so comfortable. I'll sleep here from now on!"

After lying in the game cabin, the recruits felt much happier. After enjoying themselves for a while, they chose to turn on the game mode.

There is a whole world of fellow countrymen waiting for my salvation, how can I stand still?

But what the recruit didn't know was that as soon as he entered the game, the game cabin began to gradually fill with liquid.

Logically speaking, if there was so much liquid in the game cabin, it would definitely be very heavy, but the recruits only found it a little difficult to move it into the house, and it was not so heavy that it required the cooperation of multiple people.

To put it more bluntly, these liquids were not liquids in the conventional sense. After wrapping around the recruit's body, they did not even wet his clothes. It was as if it was a substance that looked like water but was not water.

Similar situations also happened to other players who had signed contracts, but they were not aware of this while online.

"The human enhancement cabins have all been delivered."

"Ah, very good."

Liu Qi nodded with satisfaction.

What's the point of just messing up one world? As someone who has been through it, Liu Qi prefers to have the best of both worlds.

After temporarily dealing with the player's affairs, Liu Qi teleported to the Sihang Warehouse.

"who!"

"it's me."

"Hello, sir!"

The Kuomintang soldiers who saw Liu Qi saluted immediately.

This person is a living god, everyone's amulet, and must be given enough respect.

"Where's Captain Xie?"

"The commander is over here, please follow me."

When he saw Captain Xie again, Liu Qi found that the anti-Japanese hero looked obviously not very good.

It's not the helplessness of being in a desperate situation, but the anger of being betrayed.

"It seems that bald guy has already sold you out. Or perhaps, he hopes to sell Shanghai for a good price by showing goodwill, so that the Japanese will stop."

"Mr. Liu, nothing is beyond your expectations."