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The experimental virtual battlefield, numbered 001, occupies only the size of a football field.

When everything was set up, Zhang Zhai wanted to experience the realism of the virtual battlefield for himself.

but……

A group of experts strongly opposed it.

"No, Mr. Zhang, you must not go in in person!" Professor Hu Runze stared at Zhang Zhai, firmly disagreeing.

What a joke, no matter what, the virtual battlefield is still in the experimental stage.

No matter how confused his old Hu was, it was impossible for Zhang Zhai, a genius, to be put in danger.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, although we have made precise calculations, what if there is any danger?" Professor Meng Tian also pulled Zhang Zhai.

If something happened to Zhang Zhai, it would really be worth the candle.

Therefore, Meng Tian looked a little anxious, and grabbed Zhang Zhai's other hand and did not let go.

"Moreover, Mr. Zhang, you know too much about the virtual battlefield, and you will have a lot of resistance in your subconscious mind. I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve the experimental results." Another expert persuaded.

"Mr. Zhang, let us go in instead of you." The captain of the second team of Langya said solemnly.

Zhang Zhai was really helpless, he thought that there would be no danger in the virtual battlefield.

But I didn't expect that everyone was so strongly opposed.

He is not a child, he is not so stubborn, he nodded helplessly.

"Okay, it's more suitable for you to enter, after all, the virtual battlefield is developed for you!"

Zhang Zhai looked at the second team of Langya, a total of twelve people.

"This time, I'll leave it to you!"

"Guaranteed to complete the task!"

Swish! shouted in unison.

"That line, number 001, experimental virtual battlefield, 001 test, start!"

Zhang Zhai pressed the button, and some images began to appear out of thin air on the depression surrounded by glass walls, but these images, viewed from the mountainside at this time, were somewhat unreal.

The second team of Spike Fang, with a total of twelve members, wearing olfactory deception devices and professional equipment, entered from the northeast of the glass wall according to the original plan.

A camera is installed on each member's head for Zhang Zhai and other experts to observe and analyze.

Halfway up the mountain, a platform has been cleared out. More than 30 experts work together in division of labor. Everyone has a computer in front of them.

"Squad 002 has fully entered the field."

"Smell cheater starts successfully, data is normal"

"Visual tricker stats normal,"

"The sounder started working, and the current data is normal."

...

At this time, the twelve members of the Spike Team have all stepped into the virtual battlefield No. 001.

The changes in front of them, even if their psychological quality is as strong as theirs, they are a little dazed at this moment.

Because, the moment you step through the door, it is as if you have come to another world, another completely different time and space.

"Squad 002, how do you feel now?"

"Shock, Mr. Zhang, this is amazing!"

Hearing the voice from the communicator, Langtou replied quickly.

Zhang Zhai on the communicator side looked at the screen on the computer and the camera, with a smile on his face, feeling very satisfied.

He turned into the microphone and said, "Squad 002, now, report what you smell?"

"The smell of blood, the smell of gunpowder smoke, the smell of burning, and... the smell of corpses."

Langtou closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose.

"Very good." Zhang Zhai's smile became brighter.

"Squat down now," Zhang Zhai directed.

"See what's in the pothole in front of you? What is it?"

"Blood water, blood flowed into the water, turning the water red." Langtou reached out his hand to the water, and touched it.

"Oh? Blood? Why not blood?"

"It smells like blood, it's red, but it's not viscous enough."

Langtou's answer made Zhang Zhai nod thoughtfully.

"Go on, look up, do you think this space is real?" Zhang Zhai continued to direct.

"It's real, whether it's eyes, ears, nose, hands. Tell me he's real."

"But you know he's fake, right?"

Zhang Zhai asked back, while looking at the appearance of the entire virtual battlefield space on the computer screen.

"Yes."

Zhang Zhai was not surprised by Langtou's answer. As long as it is not a goldfish and only has a few seconds of memory, it is naturally impossible to forget how he came to the virtual battlefield.

Zhang Zhai nodded to Professor Meng Tian, ​​and the next guidance should be done by their psychologists.

"Langya, listen to my orders. You are now in the world of World War II. You are on the battlefield against the Japanese. Your mission..."

Zhang Zhai did not pay much attention to the content of psychology, after all, he is not a professional.

He was still focusing more on the images sent back from the camera, observing the entire virtual battlefield.

The entire virtual battlefield is exactly what a battlefield looks like.

There was black smoke in the distance, and the scorched earth bombarded by shells was nearby, and trenches were not far away. Inside and outside the trenches, there were ragged corpses, or corpses.

In the low-lying places of the pitted ground, blood pooled. From time to time, some rotten flesh and blood were mixed in the blood water, or something white.

Scattered on the ground and in the mud were not only broken corpses and hot blood, but also countless bullet casings and broken shrapnel.

This is completely a bloody battlefield with corpses strewn all over the field and blood flowing like rivers.

New ghosts annoy the wronged old ghosts and cry, and the sky is cloudy and rainy and wet and chirping.

Scary, depressing, suffocating.

...

The entire battlefield seems to be very wide, but Zhang Zhai knows that this battlefield is only as big as a football field, and the distance further away is just a completely illusory visual deception.

In fact, it was also the first time for Zhang Zhai to see this picture in its entirety.

He was also shocked.

This scene is actually a scene he intercepted from an anti-Japanese movie.

After processing, he was turned into a 3D holographic image for use on the virtual battlefield.

Here, psychology professor Meng Tian began to consciously guide the twelve soldiers according to the original plan.

Roughly speaking, it is to guide them and complete some tasks so that they can ignore it temporarily. This is the truth of a virtual world.

At this point, the progress has reached the final stage.

"The sounder is working fine, and the data feed is fine."

"Vision tricker, working fine."

"Stunner working for the first time."

"There are soldiers" dying! "."

...

In the virtual battlefield, almost everyone has forgotten that all this is fake,

In the trench, Langtou hugged his brother, crying heartbreakingly.

"Ah! Black Wolf!!"

Black wolf 'hit' by gun, 'died' on the spot

"Fuck these bastards to death, kill them! Ahhh!"

The wolf head's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared ferociously, his voice was already hoarse.

He grabbed the gun in his hand and fired wildly!

The rest of the Spike Warriors who were still alive also went crazy.

They forgot that all of this is fake, and that this is a virtual battlefield. They just want to kill all these Japanese devils who will rush up!

"The electric shock device is working normally."

"Soldier number 0023 has lost a leg."

"Soldier number 0024 lost his right hand."

"Number 0025 was shot in the head, 'Death!'"

"Numbering……"

The wolf's head went crazy, and his wolves also went crazy.

Gritting his teeth, his lips were bleeding, his eye sockets were about to burst, and his eyes seemed to be bleeding, but he couldn't take care of it anymore, his heart hurt so much!

Brothers fall one after another, he hates it so much!

"Number 0023 'Death', Number 0027 'Death', Number 0029 'Death'."

"End the experiment." Zhang Zhai said with a frown.

Seeing that the entire Spike team was about to go crazy, Zhang Zhai knew that this experiment could not continue.