The virtual empire starts from the game

Chapter 491 "We will win!" (ask for monthly ticket)
Old George has been quite lucky in his life.

When he was young, he served in the army and was sent to the Asian battlefield twice. Although it left him with a great psychological trauma, he finally returned home safely.

Compared to those comrades who died on the battlefield and whose bodies could not be found because their deaths were so tragic, and who were marked as [missing], and whose families have not received death compensation to this day, I am extremely lucky.

A few years ago, retired old George had nothing to do.

When I saw my grandson, who wanted to be a game anchor, shooting in front of the computer, I suddenly felt inspired and sat down to show my grandson how to kill by predicting the battlefield.

His hands are much slower than those of young people, but he has a strong sense of anticipation and can often move the crosshairs first and wait for the opponent's head to appear.

During this process, he still had the energy to explain his own judgment to his grandson.

As a result, my grandson was not angry.

He's on fire.

My grandson would drag me to perform in front of the camera every few days.

Before I knew it, I became a full-time anchor.

Because of his veteran status and the fantastic gimmick of "old man playing e-sports", this anchor's career is doing quite well.

Only recently, anchors all over the world started using holographic equipment, but his physical condition really couldn't handle it, so his traffic declined a bit.

The situation did not improve until the dream machine appeared.

Although he was also an old man in the dream game, he was neither fast nor slow on the battlefield - he couldn't run fast even if he wanted to, and he would be out of breath after running a few steps at full speed.

But the audience loved the contrast.

Relying on experience, his kill data can be on par with young people.

The data then quickly stabilized and was even better than before.

But old George himself was not very satisfied.

He doesn't want to be a clown!
What he wanted was to kill everyone on the battlefield, instead of squatting in a corner, attacking people, and then moving to another place to attack people again while panting.

Today, his dream finally came true.

With the incredible technology of Dream Building, he really regained the body and energy of his youth. He rushed left and right on the battlefield, showing a fighting style that was completely different from the past!

And also achieved the best record ever!

Hot status!
The audience also enjoyed the show very much. The entire live broadcast room was very active and the popularity soared.

At the suggestion of the audience, George Sr. struck while the iron was hot and contacted his old comrades.

——Of course, the people he could contact were all those who were luckier and had a good life.

Those who are unlucky are still lying in Asia.

After gathering eighteen people, they started their winning streak.

The young people in the live broadcast room were so excited that they kept pouring out all kinds of praise and respect.

The pride of being a superpower and an invincible army surged forth.

Excitedly forwarded the live broadcast room everywhere.

Old George and his friends' hidden scores kept getting higher and higher, until they broke through the hidden geographical zoning mechanism of "Lord of War" and entered the "global matching pool" with high hidden scores, and ran into Meng Yueling and her old comrades.

At this time, Old George's live broadcast room has become one of the biggest hot spots in the American gaming circle.

With the added popularity of [Rejuvenation] on the first day of its release, Old George climbed up the Cirrus Hot Trends List and even topped the homepage display position of the live broadcast platform!
A steady stream of viewers poured into the live broadcast room to express their admiration for them:
“Thank You for Your Service!”

"Powerful! [fist][flag][flame]"

"We have the strongest army in the world! [fist][flag][explosion]"

"Win! Win! Win! Always win! Just like our country and our president!"

"Soldiers are the backbone of the country! I will always support you!"

"Will win!"

……

During the countdown before the battle, Old George took the time to glance at the barrage.

I was also quite moved.

When he was young, it was the golden age of the United States. It was nothing like now...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head and put aside his worries.

Smiling and replying to a few comments:

"Of course, we have the strongest army."

"Win? Yes, of course!"

"no doubt!"

……

The countdown ends and the game begins.

Old George stopped the interaction and rushed to the front line with his teammates.

Then--

Killed by explosion!

All the situations that the Iron Blood Group had encountered before were repeated on them one by one.

The youngsters of the Iron Blood Regiment were all blown away by the super-fast-paced interpenetration maneuvers of these old men, not to mention old George and the others!

——Among the 18 of them, only 9 have become younger, the remaining 9 are old men, and 32 teammates are individual players.

There's no way I can keep up! ——
Players from Xia Country can not only watch first-person perspective broadcasts.

Some people even matched up with the old men at the right time, and they were successfully matched with them in the same game. They followed these "god-level players" closely throughout the whole process.

His original intention was to take advantage of the popularity and spread advanced tactical ideas and command systems.

However, I didn’t expect that these “gaming masters” seldom talked about tactics, and most of the time they were just chatting nonsense and bragging.

The opponents had already run into the ambush circle, but they were still lying on the ground chatting quietly:
"Why are there still people this old?"

"You can't even run. Did you go to the wrong place?"

"Why don't you hold back a little? Don't give him a heart attack."

……

Just when they were about to reach a consensus, the comrade who liked racing suddenly said:

"Why should I give in? I'm already 88 years old! Are they as old as me?!"

A group of old men were stunned when they heard this.

Then immediately reacted:

"Yeah! I'm 84 too!"

"I'm 86 years old, and everyone is the same, so give in!"

"That's right! Respecting the old and loving the young is not something that these foreign devils should do! How many comrades died because of them?"

"Fuck it! Don't talk about that. It makes me angry!"

An old man, who had a cigarette in his mouth, was so angry when he heard this that he gritted his teeth and spat out the cigarette.

"Fuck him!"

After saying that, he reminded Meng Yueling: "Don't go and rescue these people!"

The young and beautiful old lady Meng Yueling rolled her eyes at him unhappily, "Do you think I haven't killed these people?"

After saying that, he loaded the gun with two clicks and swiftly.

"Okay, then kill!"

The old men are very proactive. After exchanging opinions, they quickly started to act!
Spread out the formation and take your positions.

The next moment, gunshots rang out from four directions simultaneously!
In the blink of an eye, eight people on the opposite side fell down.

——The 9 older weaklings were left unscathed, and everyone tacitly shifted their importance to the back.

The battle in the picture is extremely fierce.

But the audience was stunned by their conversation.

Especially Meng Yueling, who has won countless fans because of her gentleness, beauty, and kindness to the point of saving even her opponents, suddenly said calmly: "Do you think I haven't killed these people?"

This unexpected "murder declaration" shocked everyone speechless.

Thanks to the foreshadowing by the previous few old men, everyone was able to realize what was going on.

Every one of the viewers in the live broadcast room felt their scalps tingling:
"Wait! Are all these great masters veterans? Or are they veterans over 80 years old?"

"Zhao! No wonder he's so strong!!"

"Oh my god! Hello grandparents!!"

"An old soldier in his eighties, should he have fought against the Americans on the peninsula? Now he is a professional match!"

"It's not just the United States. How many countries were defeated in that war?"

"Let's do some calculations. Grandma Meng Yueling went to the battlefield when she was only a teenager? Not only did she go to the battlefield, but she also had a head on her hands? Awesome!!!"

"Translate, what is the goddess of war!!!"

……

The viewers in the live broadcast room climaxed on the spot and were excited beyond words.

At this time, everyone was frantically urging the anchor who had squeezed into the team to let his grandparents start the live broadcast.

They want to give gifts!
Need money!!

But the anchor can’t take care of it now!

He had already used up all his energy just to keep up with these people and not fall behind.

He came here just to catch the attention and meet the big names, and he didn't really care about winning or losing the game.

But now, after learning the identities of these people, his mentality changed instantly -

He is now extremely afraid of being a drag, so he fights with all his heart!
I have never worked so hard in my life.

——He was sure: if he lost this game, he would be held back again...

Then you can consider quitting the Internet!

It's not just him, the other individual players in the team are similar.

At this point, everyone either guessed it after listening to the conversation or was notified by private messages from players outside the battlefield, and everyone knew what the situation was in the game.

So their mentality changed instantly, and everyone was as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

The fighting is so fanatical!
fear death?

does not exist at all!
George's team, which was already overwhelmed and exhausted by the fast-paced offense and defense, suffered an absolute morale crushing!
A scattered person is scattered thousands of miles away.

Old George and his comrades were also retreating step by step!

The frenzied [winwinwin] barrage, [fist] and [national flag] emojis in the live broadcast room also disappeared unnoticed.

The live broadcast room was eerily quiet!
(End of this chapter)