"It's great that you can think so." Sitting next to me, Zhao Xieen asked his guard to bring the notebook: "Let's talk about how to write next."
"How do you write it? I think how about changing the historical background." I asked Zhao Xien.
"For example, 2200 years of the earth calendar? I think it can be. Since it is a game for the people of the earth, of course it must have the special "color" of the earth."
"By the way, do you have such a game there?"
"No, so I am looking forward to it. If I also participate in the production of this game, I will be the first game producer in Serris."
Seeing Zhao Xien's self-confidence, I smiled and patted his head: "Yes, you should be Serris's first game producer."
Under my praise, Zhao Xieen’s hard work made me a little scared. Many weapon drawings and galaxy drawings were used. As for the ship drawings, he and I were sent to the paper shredder game. It is the cruelty of ground warfare that needs to be shown, not the huge ship artillery.
"Lu, do you think war chess games are better or fps games better?"
"In terms of fps, the performance of recent computers is still not able to fully show that magnificent scene."
"That's right, I have played an fps game called Duke of Destruction, and the picture is almost all "color" blocks."
"So, if we want to launch fps games, at least we have to wait until our n-memory graphics cards start to launch gf2 series graphics cards." I haven't considered cs, but valvesoftware has been out of Qiji as early as four months, let us feel pity Vivendi.
"What about real-time strategy?" Zhao Xieen thought for a while and came up with another idea.
"Then the engine needs to be re-developed, and the development of the terrain such as trench shelters is difficult."
"It's so troublesome, I can't think of a good way." Zhao Xien sighed somewhat discouragedly.
"I think there will be a way, but it won't work. We can wait for two years."
"Okay, by the way, I almost forgot." Zhao Xian took out a paper bag of CDs from his pocket: "Jie Hein said that the film has restarted, and the crew has been to Nanjing and other places, it seems I have found a suitable ancient residential group, but it is estimated that it will cost some money to rent."
"It's up to you how much you want." For a classic, money is a small problem.
"Well, this CD is some clips taken this spring." At this point, Zhao Xieen's face turned black, and then he said the reason for his discomfort: "There was a conversation between Mr. Rabe and other people when the Japanese army entered the city. There seems to be a scene witnessing the massacre."
"Let it out and have a look."
People can choose to forget, which I deeply agree with, but forgetting does not mean that this has never happened. In the face of power, money, material, etc., many of us have chosen to forget many things "sex". And I want to use my meager power to tell everyone in this world that there are things that I can't forget even when I die.
Because forgetting the past means betrayal.
Today, the Japanese have entered the city of Nanjing. German Dr. Kunde and Danish engineer Sindberg, who are working at Jiangnan Cement Plant, asked me to take a look. I have to admit that they are really two lunatics, but they are the same. , I also want to take a look at the Entering City Style.
The Japanese had ensured the safety of Chinese soldiers who laid down their weapons in previous negotiations and promised not to harm civilians. Although I don’t think the credibility of these dwarfs is very good, after all, this is what their commander promised. War is a game of civilized people. I believe that Japanese commander is not the savage Oriental as my Chinese employee said. ghost.
With one of my employees, we got into the car coming from Kund and Sindberg, and we went to see the entrance to the city near the entrance of the city. I never thought that starting today, a nightmare that made me feel guilty for a lifetime would have kicked off.
The car turned around an alley, and we saw a blockade.
The light machine gun behind the sandbags immediately pointed at us, thank God, maybe because of the German flag and the Nazi party flag hanging in front of the car, or because of the Westerner's face of Sindberg standing in the back seat of the car, the machine gun The rifle did not fire.
A soldier ran out before and after our car was parked on the blockade. He glanced at us and then at my employees. I handed over the German citizenship certificate. He glanced at it and ran silently. Went back.
"What is he doing?" Kunde's forehead was full of sweat, and it was obvious that he was pointed at by multiple murder guns, and no one would feel comfortable.
"God knows." Sindberg played with his camera and smiled: "Maybe their commander, your Excellency, is afraid that someone will assassinate him in the city entrance ceremony."
I didn't make a sound, but silently watched the soldier talk with the person who should be a non-commissioned officer in the team, then the guy turned around and called.
After a while, a cabriolet drove over from the other side of the blockade, and an officer in military uniform got out of the car. Judging from the epaulettes, it might be a high-ranking official.
He walked up to us in small steps: "Hello, German." in English.
"Hello, Mr. Officer." I also use English, because I think it seems a bit difficult for a Japanese officer to understand German.
"Hello, friend from Germany." The officer smiled and took off his white gloves.
"Hello." I smiled and shook hands with him. The officer looked like a decent soldier.
"By the way, what are you doing for?"
"We want to see the city and the commander of the Japanese army." Sindberg in the back seat of the car said before I could answer.
"Entering the city style?" The seemingly young officer laughed: "It's over. As for the officer's birthday in the temple, I don't know if you can count as the commander of the Japanese army in your eyes."
"Ah, you are Touichi Terauchi?" Sindberg looked at the officer's card he handed over. I bet he didn't understand Japanese at all, and then he smiled and shook hands with him: "It's nice to meet you."
"me too."
"What's the same!?" Zhao Xieen furiously pointed at the picture that was paused by him when he saw it: "It doesn't matter if you let Jiehein pretend to be this guy, you even let such a brutal murderer behave like this. Gentle!"
"Calm down, calm down." I said to this little Zhengtai.
"How can I calm!? He is a murderer! Villain! Sonofbitch!" Shouted Zhao Zhen continue too, and appears to have an impulse to breaking the disc.
"Stop, I think your mother shouldn't teach you swear words." Murderer and villain are only derogatory terms. The last one is the real American slang. This kid has learned something from this idiom. .
"Then you say! Why do you want to behave such a historically recognized villain so educated!?" Xiao Zhengtai with tears in the corner of her eyes pressed me to the floor and grabbed my collar and roared.
"Contrast yourself with an underdeveloped kid like you, do you understand?" I patted the slender legs of Zhao Zhengda who was sitting on his stomach, and I started this hypocritical lady with some kindness.