DreamersGN 179. River, Take Me Away
179. River, Take Me Away
For a creator, as long as there is one person who can agree with and understand the creator's ideas.
All the hard work in the past is worth it.
Some people don't understand why some young people in the second year of middle school will get sick when they see a pile of invisible and intangible two-dimensional paper people.
They don't even understand why it's just a game, a virtual character, which makes players crazy, and even uses it as a driving force for life.
"It's not just games."
Some people may think that the ghost is just a virtual character that only exists in the computer.
This is just a bunch of virtual data composed of 0 and 1, and it's just an animation of a bunch of pictures piled up.
Such a person, if he dies, he will die, and if he restarts the game, he will still be alive.
It's just a bunch of data, copy-pasteable, and worthless.
Even, if there are players who are crazy enough to cry and get angry, go to post bar forums and other places to create a channel for these virtual characters.
To fantasize about the past experiences of these characters, to imagine what they would do in their spare time, and to quarrel with others because of different theories.
Fill up the missing life for them, so as to make up for the regret in the player's heart.
Seriously speaking, this approach is very mentally retarded, very secondary.
There are so many things that can be done in the real world, waiting to be done by others.
But these players are willing to spend all their time and energy on a person who will never be touched.
Simon Riley, Ghost.
This person's past experience is indeed very secondary. From his past, this is a standard, Hollywood-style tragic hero.
There are a lot of people like this, and any screenwriter can write a lot of them by raising their hand.
However, it is also because of this.
Players control these characters to fight on the battlefield, and every time they pull the trigger to kill the enemy, they will definitely feel that.
Somewhere in the universe, maybe these people really exist.
They are like the most familiar strangers, and they are the most loyal partners who accompany players through many things.
Ye Yu actually gave the player the power to choose once when modifying the game plot.
The idiot player who played the ghost saw a prompt that only he could see before making a decision.
【call-of-duty】
These four words are very heavy, and the meaning behind them is very profound.
Every player pulls every trigger in this name when entering the game to control the character to enter the battlefield.
This is the duty of a soldier, the mission of a soldier.
Knowing that Sheffield would betray him, he turned around and ran away from here, giving up the mission.
Is this desertion? Or an act of cowardice?
It should not be counted.
As long as you can survive, no matter what, it is understandable.
But in the same way, knowing that you will die but resolutely marching forward, is it considered a "call of duty" in a certain sense?
The Maozi player thought for ten seconds, and then made his own decision.
"Soap, Luo Yi Si, you two, bring Xiao Qiang."
"Everyone fled the villa area immediately and gave up their jobs."
With an order, Ghost entrusted the seriously injured Xiaoqiang to Luo Yisi who rushed over.
Then, he checked his ammunition and replaced it with new clips.
click.
When the ACR rifle in his hand was loaded, there was a crisp sound of pulling the bolt.
Luo Yisi put Xiaoqiang on his shoulder with one hand, watching the ghost without saying a word.
On the other side, no matter how Mozi manipulated his body-sensing suit at this time, he could no longer control Xiaoqiang.
She screamed into the earphones to tell the ghost not to go, almost crying to the people in her live broadcast room.
Ask them to translate their Chinese into Russian, and try to speak to the ghost in extremely unfamiliar Russian.
However, Xiaoqiang was seriously injured at this time, and any words that Mozi shouted could only be turned into painful murmurs when they reached Xiaoqiang's mouth.
"Here is the scarecrow!"
"Damn it, I saw the helicopter landed, and the shadow troops were fighting the rebels!"
"No one pays attention to us. If you want to run, now is the best time!"
"reply!!"
In the back mountain, the three members of the sniper team were devastated.
They have already emptied the bullets of the sniper rifles, so they can only use the sniper rifles like fire sticks as binoculars.
From their perspective, they could already see a Chinook landing in a spacious farmland in the distance.
The back door of the cabin opened, and more than a dozen elite fighters from the Shadow Army rushed down.
At the same time, they also saw Sheffield.
He was wearing his own combat uniform, a slanted beret on his head, and the four general stars on his shoulders were extremely shining.
"This is Admiral Sheffield, we are here to support."
Old Xie's hoarse voice sounded, he didn't get off the cabin, but stood on the edge of the cabin, holding on to the handrail, half-closed his eyes and looked at the villa.
"Ghost! Luo Yi Si, speak!"
"If you want to run, take advantage of now, there is no time to waste!"
"speak!!"
In the earphones, the members of the sniper team shouted at the top of their throats, and the sharp voice almost made Mozi's ears ring.
At this time, she also stopped screaming, and stared at the ghost with bloodshot eyes.
Tears flowed down the makeup she specially put on today, and the two ugly tear stains were especially ugly on her cheeks.
However, the audience in the live broadcast room did not laugh at her either.
Everyone gritted their teeth, and angrily and cursingly hit the keyboard and cursed the hairy player who played the ghost.
Sister A's tears never stopped, she smashed her keyboard and it failed, if it wasn't for the eagerness to watch the video [she would have wished to smash the display crystal with a dry hammer.
PDD eggplant and others don't have so many scruples. Anyway, they are rich and have plenty of computers at home.
PDD was full of fucking swear words, smashed the monitor into cobwebs with his fist, and then changed the computer to continue swearing.
This is the downside of global networking.
Not in the same place, not even in the same country, and don't speak the same language.
So no matter how they scold the street, the ghosts in the game still make their own choices firmly.
He took off the hard drive containing the information about Mr. Carlos from his body, and stuffed it into Fatty's hands:
"Take it, all evacuated."
"This is an order from Ghost, the vice-captain of Task Force 141."
Fatty held the hard drive in a slightly sluggish manner, 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 skull mask on his face, so others couldn't see it at all.
"If they all run away, Sheffield will definitely send troops after them.
"I'll cover your evacuation, and someone must go to see him and delay for a while."
Hearing this, Zao Zao heard the English translated by Maozi's simultaneous interpreter after a few seconds delay, and was stunned for a few seconds, then cursed loudly:
"I'll fuck you, okay!"
"I'm firmly against it. Even if I want to go, I'll go. You're playing the role of a fucking ghost!"
"You know him..."
Before he finished speaking, the ghost said:
"The lives of ghosts are important, but the lives of fat meat are not important?"
Hearing this, Fatty was momentarily at a loss for words, and wanted to say something, but he just couldn't get it out of his mouth.
Yes, ghosts are very important to players.
They all take this game as reality, saying that they have really been on the battlefield and count as half a soldier.
Then the lives of other people are not called fate?
Fat isn't as important as ghosts? Why? Just because they don't wear ghosts' cool-looking masks?
"Don't be stupid, let's go."
"I'm not going to seek death on purpose."
"If it was a ghost, what choice do you think he would make?"
"Sheffield means a lot to Phantom, it's his mission."
After all, the Maozi player also felt that he was very ink-stained, smiled at himself, hammered the fat, and said:
"Take care of Xiaoqiang."
As he spoke, he turned around, held the headset and said:
"Sheffield, here are the ghosts."
"I got the information, the other eight people have died.
"Please wait at the evacuation point, I will be there shortly.
Hearing that, Sheffield was dull for a moment, and replied with a hum:
"Got it, I don't have time to collect their bodies, my people are advancing towards you."
Hearing the reply, Phantom let out a long breath, hung up the earphones, glanced at Fatty with complicated eyes, and nodded:
"It's an honor to fight with you."
After all, the ghost didn't have any nonsense anymore, the Maozi player who played him didn't know what he was thinking, laughed a few times, muttered something in Russian that no one understood, and strode forward resolutely.
By this time, on Mozi's side, the audience watching the live broadcast through her perspective stopped screaming.
The atmosphere is very weird, like a hero's twilight.
A few seconds later, Fatty slowly raised his right hand. He looked at the ghost's back and wanted to say something, but his words turned into silent regret.
At this time, just as Fatty was about to notify other people to evacuate.
There was a hiss in everyone's earphones, and a melodious and melodious sound sounded.
It sounds like someone turned on the music on the outside, and then stuck it on the microphone, and the music with poor sound quality came out.
Mozi covered her face and cried without any strength. When she heard the voice in the earphones, she opened her eyes and looked up, looking very confused at the listener.
In the live broadcast room, the audience was no longer angry and listened to the music quietly.
"…"this is……………"
Someone in the audience immediately recognized which song it was.
On the side of the ghost, the Maozi player who plays him feels an unprecedented sense of joy at this moment.
The battle for more than half an hour had been tense in his emotions, and the feeling almost made him breathless.
He is not a live broadcast anchor, but a player.
However, this is a middle-aged man, a veteran who participated in the giant bear's own local war.
So for this player, no one can understand the ghost's state of mind better than him.
Walked all the way from betrayal, and survived from the guns of his own people.
Fight a war, fight a goddamn war.
Thus, the player controls the ghost, from the slow pace at the beginning to the gradual acceleration of the pace.
He started running, laughing wildly, holding the rifle in his hand, and firing at the enemy as he ran.
At the same time, he shouted almost insanely:
Do not go gentle into that good night!
Old age should burn and roar at sunset!
Blame, rage against the dying of the light!
Although a wise man, at the end of his life, knows that darkness is right.
For their words did not burst forth with lightning!
They did not walk into that good night gently!
The serious man, near death, sees with blinding sight that the blind eye can shine like a shooting star for joy. (Qian Zhao)
Rage, rage against the dying of the light!
You, my father. In that sad height.
Curse me now with your tears, bless me!
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light!
Shouting and running, I saw myself controlling the ghost, getting closer and closer to the Sheffield plane.
He didn't feel satisfied, so he quickly found a Russian song and played it in the earphones.
So Mozi and other audience members listened to
There was a burst of loud, but calming songs.
"Take me away, O River."
"Take me to the other side of the steep, by the field. 17
"There is my land.
"There is my forest.
"There is my dear hometown..."
In the live broadcast room, the audience who heard the song burst into tears and knocked out the translation.
At this time, Mozi quietly watched the figure of the ghost running away by himself.
Seeing the lyrics, she only felt that this picture was extremely beautiful at the moment.
In the woods, on one side, the rifles in the enemy's hands roared and burst into fireworks.
In the air, a helicopter lowered its nose and fired its machine guns into the woods, causing the dry leaves to fall like snowflakes.
The ghost runs alone in the woods, avoiding the enemy's bullets, and chooses to accept the call of duty like a soldier.
Little by little, the ghost's figure gradually disappeared into the flying leaves.
Ten seconds later, she seemed to see that the ghost ran up to Sheffield and stopped panting.
Sheffield then stepped off the helicopter and said something to the ghost.
"......ghost!!!".