EWN CH11

Zhao Ming nodded after hearing it:

“So that’s how it is…”

“It’s not really a big issue.”

The reason they used the “Berlin Speech” in the game CG was because they only had a bit over 500 emotional points at the time—just enough to unlock the “Berlin Speech” to highlight a dramatic moment.

But using the “Berlin Speech” alone indeed had its problems.

It risked coming off as glorifying war.

However, stirring speeches from World War II weren’t exclusive to the Third Reich.

Just a few tweaks could change the impression.

Change the names of the Allied nations to “Federations” instead.

British Federation, French Federation, Soviet Federation, American Free Federation…

As long as they added Churchill’s speech and clips showing the will of the Soviet people after the original game CG—

Not only would that highlight the Third Reich’s power and tyranny,

It would also showcase the determination and resilience of the Federations resisting the Empire.

Zhao Ming looked at Shen Qinghan:

“I already have an idea.”

“It’ll just take a bit to render—if you’re not in a rush, wait here for a while.”

“Saves you another trip.”

Shen Qinghan nodded and said:

“Alright.”

“But… you came up with it that fast?”

It hadn’t even been “a while.”

She had just finished speaking, and Zhao Ming had already thought of the revision.

That was way too fast.

Zhao Ming worked on his computer and said:

“I’ve actually had the idea for a while.”

As he spoke, he pulled Churchill’s speech footage and fiery Soviet battle clips defending Moscow from the system, projecting them to his computer.

After selecting parts of the clips, he adjusted them to match the original CG’s color tone.

It didn’t take long.

Three transitional CG sequences for the game were completed.

Zhao Ming looked at Shen Qinghan:

“Done. Come have a look.”

Sitting on the couch, browsing trending topics on her phone, Shen Qinghan looked up with some surprise in her eyes:

“That fast?”

“It’s only been a few minutes.”

Zhao Ming shrugged:

“That’s the power of Donghai City’s photon supercomputing cluster.”

Shen Qinghan rolled her eyes.

Even with a photon supercomputing cluster, rendering still takes time—how had he done it this fast?

Just how detailed was this guy’s preparation for the game’s background?

Shen Qinghan got up and walked over:

“Let me see.”

Zhao Ming stood and gave up his seat, clicking to play the game’s promotional CG.

The screen flashed.

The Empire appeared.

What followed—

A dark-toned grand hall packed with countless citizens from all regions. Black iron cross flags hung around the room.

On stage stood the Propaganda Minister in mustard-colored military uniform.

“Is there anyone here who opposes our plan?!”

“No—!!!”

“The British-French Federation says we must stop. What do you think?!”

“Nonsense!!!”

“…”

“…”

“Prepare yourselves!”

“We will stir a storm across this world!!!”

“!!!!”

In the final scene, the screen was filled with citizens and soldiers raising their arms and shouting victory.

Even after seeing it multiple times—

Shen Qinghan was still stunned by the Propaganda Minister’s charisma. Just one lift of the arm—

And he was met with thunderous cheers and shouts.

Then the screen shifted—

To the British-French Federation.

In contrast to the grand, oppressive hall—

What appeared before Shen Qinghan was a subway car.

An elderly man in a black suit entered the carriage and sat down. The surrounding passengers, startled, quickly stood up in respect.

The old man smiled gently, glanced around, and then said in a calm tone:

“Suppose I told you that if we negotiate peacefully with the Empire now—”

“We would get highly favorable terms.”

“What would you think?”

As soon as he finished, passengers throughout the carriage shook their heads:

“Absolutely not.”

“Never.”

The chorus of voices seemed to reach the old man’s heart. His gaze became more resolute.

Looking at the silent little girl beside him, he asked:

“You won’t give up either?”

Only a firm child’s voice replied:

“No, never.”

The old man’s gaze hardened completely.

The screen switched again—

From a bird’s-eye view, the scene moved to the city center’s Senate.

Countless suited lawmakers arrived from all directions, gathering inside the Senate.

Another shift—

Now the Senate chamber was packed.

The same old man from the subway stood at the center. This time, a title labeled him as the Prime Minister of the British Federation:

“A vast stretch of Europe, many ancient civilizations, have fallen under the Empire’s rule.”

“We must not waver!”

“We shall fight to the end!”

“We shall fight in France, fight at sea, gather our forces to fight in the skies!”

“We will defend our island!”

“No matter the cost—we must hold on!”

“We—”

“Shall never surrender!!!”

“Until the moment when God deems it right—”

“A new world, full of strength and life, will rise to save and liberate this old world!”

As the speech ended,

The Senate roared with cheers that wouldn’t die down.

Empire and Federation.

Führer and Prime Minister.

The elderly man’s powerful voice—

Still echoed in Shen Qinghan’s mind, stirring her spirit.

Yet—

The footage wasn’t over.

It quickly transitioned again.

To the Soviet Federation.

This time, no famous leader appeared. Instead, the screen showed quick, fragmented clips.

The flames of war had spread across the Soviet homeland.

As the scenes shifted, a weathered man’s voice echoed:

“Comrades.”

“The Empire wants us to surrender. They want us to live in cowardice.”

The scene abruptly cut to a battlefield where a powerful shell landed on a Soviet position flying its flag—limbs and bodies flying in the blast.

“But they are wrong.”

“We are soldiers of the Soviet Federation.”

The screen showed a ruined city. A lone Soviet soldier stood, staring at the broken skyline.

“We will defend our motherland to the last drop of blood.”

“Other than that—”

“We have no other path.”

In a sea of fire, Empire troops ignited countless barrels of gasoline, engulfing Soviet positions in flames. But even such scenes—

Did not bring a hint of relief to the Empire’s soldiers. Instead, their eyes were filled with fear.

Suddenly—

From the raging inferno, blazing Soviet soldiers burst forth, roaring in charge. Under relentless machine gun fire, they fell one after another—but more came charging behind.

The calm but resolute man’s voice returned:

“We must stop the Empire’s army.”

“Because behind us…”

“Is our Moscow.”

The screen went completely dark.

A wave of tragic valor crashed over Shen Qinghan’s mind.

“…Did they… stop them?”