While the " Red Alert " IP is said to be set against the backdrop of the Cold War, its core is actually a completely Air Combat game.
Packed with fantasy and science fiction elements, it's a popcorn blockbuster from beginning to end.
But this did not affect its status among players at all; on the contrary, it became a unique feature of the Red Alert series.
That's exactly the kind of fictional technological battle it out is all about.
What we're looking for is this clash of ideas between the steel torrent and cutting-edge technology.
Thanks to this idea, Lin Lixin didn't need to consult Lucas or any professional historians or military experts for guidance.
This is different from " The Return of the Obra Dinn," where an overly rigorous pursuit of accuracy is actually meaningless.
Its goal is to "make players feel cool".
In other words, what it actually does is address the stereotypes in players' minds.
The Russian army should be a solid and reliable steel torrent, while the American army is like a high-tech army firing laser weapons indiscriminately.
Building on this foundation, let's make the special effects more spectacular and push the technological advancements on both sides to their extremes.
When the entire battlefield is cool enough, it's already a success. So now all you have to do is unleash your imagination and use your boundless creativity to take players into that world.
Black Friday.
As the start of the Christmas season, this year will be no different from previous years.
Even... something even crazier.
The impact of the last stock market crash has long since been recovered from after several years of market regulation.
This year, it has also benefited from the Gulf War and the establishment of its global hegemony.
Under the influence of multiple factors, the hegemony of the US dollar is reaching its most prosperous peak in history.
This translates to a massive, crowded scene outside convenience stores.
A day early, they had already formed a long queue in front of the convenience store.
These "Early Birds" have only one goal: to launch the Christmas promotional campaign, which officially begins today.
All they wanted was to rush in as soon as the store opened and snag the discounted items. Students were already on holiday, and most office workers finally had a much-needed break.
For ordinary people in the golden age, their savings at the end of the year might not be particularly wealthy, but they would definitely be enough to support them to enjoy themselves to the fullest in the last month of the year.
Of course, not everyone will go through all that trouble.
Many people are willing to enjoy this rare tranquility and rest at home.
George, wrapped in a blanket, sat on the sofa in front of the television, holding a hot cocoa.
Everyone in the family, young and old, had gone out to have fun. With my old bones and legs, I naturally couldn't stand in the freezing cold wilderness all night like the young people.
However, he was not disappointed by this.
Rather, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
He put the hot cocoa back on the table and walked with somewhat stiff, but still firm, steps to the window.
I parted the blinds and glanced outside.
Both of the family's cars have been driven out, so it's clear that no one will be back anytime soon.
After confirming several times, he tiptoed back to the sofa and opened the Hermes Pro laptop. "Let me see how to turn this piece of junk on? Damn, so many buttons..."
For an older man who is somewhat out of touch with the times, a laptop is indeed a bit too complicated.
He relied on what he had learned from memory, as well as the markings on the buttons.
After some searching, I finally found the power button.
When the screen lit up, the integrated optical drive also began to hum with its motor.
The optical disc is spinning at high speed, allowing the optical disc drive head to read the information stored on it.
This is definitely good news for George.
This means the kids didn't remove the Battlefield 1991 disc after they finished playing.
"Ding↑Ding↑Ding↑Ding↓Ding↑Ding↑"
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As the game's soundtrack played from the computer speakers, George unconsciously began to hum along.
The Christmas season is not only a celebration for consumers, but also a celebration for gamers. Although today is only the beginning of the Christmas season, the number of online players has already reached its highest peak since the initial launch period.
Finding a room with an empty seat isn't easy.
"Damn this lousy network, hurry up and load!"
George tapped his leg to the rhythm, and even became a little impatient as he watched the loading screen.
Every second you miss out on playing is a second you lose!
It finally loaded.
Looking at the class selection screen, George hesitated for a long time before shakily moving the cursor.
"A sniper rifle as a reward!"
While having too many snipers is indeed detrimental to the team's overall tactical setup.
but...
It's really fun!
Who can resist the allure of a sniper rifle? "Attack!"
After several rounds, he had a good time.
Before, I could only sit and watch. Only after playing it myself could I realize that this game is far more interesting than I imagined.
The immersive feeling of being on the battlefield, the ringing in your ears and the violent shock of shells exploding beside you, the spectacular sight of Tomahawk Missile streaking across the sky...
Such a sense of immersion is truly rare.
If he were to choose the so-called "Game of the Year," George would undoubtedly cast all his votes for Battlefield 1991.
This game almost cured his PTSD.
Let's play Medic.
George was thinking this when he suddenly noticed that many people had left the room.
He frowned, went back to the lobby and took a look. The situation there was similar; many players had chosen this time to suddenly log off.
I don't know what they all went off to do. But that's not important to him.
Finally, I found a full room and was able to re-enter the game.
While he was still immersed in the game world, it had quietly come to 8 pm.
Without him noticing, the television suddenly and silently turned on.
Then, the logos of GAMENOVA and Blizzard flashed by.
This means that this is a game published by Gamenova and developed by Blizzard Entertainment.
Typically, games developed by subsidiaries are often handed over to Activision for publishing.
Only on rare occasions will GAMENOVA release the game itself.
For example... a masterpiece of the year!
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Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
"Clap clap clap--" The sound of marching in unison came from the television.
Even without seeing the visuals, just by listening to the sounds, one can sense that this is a powerful, organized, and disciplined army.
"Um?"
George paused for a moment, then made sure the voice didn't come from the game.
The footsteps continued.
Then.
"Reform line! Quick -- March!"
A deep and powerful chant rang out, accompanied by an electric bass guitar with full distortion.
Against the backdrop of the crisp, synchronized marching steps and the dense, powerful beat of the military drums...
In just a moment, George was covered in goosebumps.
As a veteran, this sound is not so pleasant to the ear.
He abruptly looked up at the television screen not far away. Just then, he saw a jet-black submarine sail past the camera.
Armed helicopters flew over the sea, and the giant ships unleashed their full firepower.
Armored vehicles rolled over the mountain road, and fighter jets launched missiles.
Next, the camera focused on a bronze-colored head.
She wore a Roman-style robe, held a torch aloft in one hand, and cradled the Declaration of Independence in the other.
Anyone who sees her will feel like a stranger.
This is the Statue of Liberty, a symbol of America culture.
But at that moment, it seemed as if something that blotted out the sky was flying overhead.
The shadow not only enveloped the entire statue of the goddess, but also the entire city's buildings.
In the dim light, one could vaguely see something resembling a propeller spinning.
First the Statue of Liberty, then the Golden Gate Bridge, Washington, D.C....
The previously somber music was suddenly interrupted by a burst of distorted electric guitar, instantly filling in the missing high notes. "Whoosh--"
The loudspeakers mounted on the utility poles were broadcasting air raid sirens at breakneck speed.
That sound—let alone a veteran, even an ordinary person would feel their heart rate rise considerably upon hearing such a loud air raid siren.
But these air raid sirens are now clearly just for show.
Because the sky was filled with troop transport planes and airships.
There's no need for air raid sirens; anyone who can see knows the situation is definitely not good.
George ignored his teammates' frantic pings and insults directed at him for being an AFK player, staring blankly at the content on the TV screen.
What's going on?
The Russians have invaded?
The densely packed paratroopers stitched the entire sky into a giant net.
The landing craft anchored on the shoal and unloaded all the soldiers. In the open ocean, the Dreadnought-class Warship, with missiles mounted high, launched them into the air without hesitation.
Apocalypse Tank, V3 Missile Launcher, Kirov Airship...
They drove across the Golden Gate Bridge, past the Statue of Liberty, and past those iconic buildings that symbolize United States culture without any attempt at concealment.
Welcome to Texas
A road sign bearing the Texas state flag was run over by a menacing tank.
The massive main guns rotated, facing the direction of the front-facing camera.
Then...
"Boom!"
This shot sent a shiver down George's spine, making the hairs on his body stand on end.
Fuck you!
Have I accidentally stumbled into some parallel universe?!
The Russians have invaded! And to make matters worse, my whole family is still queuing outside the convenience store at a time like this!
What should we do?
George slammed his Table in frustration and paced anxiously around the room.
Then, as if he had made up his mind, he rummaged through the cabinet and took out his equipment to carry it on his back.
"Wow, Chill Chill, it was just a prank, Dad."
A voice rang out from the doorway, startling George so much that his hand trembled, and he immediately reached to unlock the door.
Only when he saw who it was did he finally relax.
It was Kent, the eldest son, who ran off to serve in the army.
He returned before Christmas.