We Agreed to Create Casual Games, What the Hell is this World War Nonsense?
Ch. 19 - Normandy Landing... No Survivors

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Yu Feng reacted instantly, grabbing his gun and flipping over the side of the landing craft in one fluid motion. He plunged into the sea while the other streaming players remained frozen in confusion, still processing what was happening.

The screaming shell plummeted down, striking dead center of the landing craft's deck.

Boom——!!!

The entire vessel exploded in a blinding flash, tremendous forces tearing the landing craft to shreds.

Submerged in the water, Yu Feng could only watch helplessly as the landing craft's hull above him split open, debris exploding and scattering in all directions. Flying metal fragments streaked toward him through the water, and despite his desperate attempts to twist away, several pieces found their mark. Fortunately, none struck vital areas.

Yu Feng fought his way to the surface, breaking through with a violent splash. He gasped for air, his mind reeling and going completely blank while a persistent ringing filled his ears.

All their careful plans and tactical arrangements had proven utterly useless. In a single devastating instant, two landing craft packed with soldiers had been reduced to just him. His reputation as a top-tier sniper god meant nothing here—he couldn't even steady his hands enough to raise his rifle.

Operating on pure instinct, Yu Feng began swimming toward the beach, forcing himself to breathe steadily. Around him, wave after wave of landing crafts surged toward shore, disgorging masses of NPCs and players who charged forward only to collapse in horrific numbers.

The previously empty beach was now carpeted with bodies. Blood soaked the sand crimson before seeping into the waves, turning the entire shoreline red. Bloody seawater filled Yu Feng's mouth, its bitter, metallic taste making him gag.

Yu Feng's body shook uncontrollably. Was this truly just a game? The few dozen meters to shore felt like an eternity to cross.

When Yu Feng finally reached the beach, solid ground beneath his feet after the disorienting buoyancy of water, his legs gave out completely. He collapsed onto the sand, trying to stand but finding his body unresponsive. Glancing down, he noticed his pants were thoroughly soaked with blood.

Had shrapnel pierced his thigh? The realization hit him just as—

Bang!

An NPC beside him took a direct headshot, the body crumpling and pinning Yu Feng to the sand. Shock jolted through him as he frantically shoved the corpse aside, then began crawling toward the steel anti-tank obstacles ahead, his wounded leg dragging behind him.

No health bars, no UI, nothing to remind players this was merely a simulation. The virtual haptic pods' 100% sensory immersion made everyone forget they were gaming, transporting them into what felt like genuine warfare.

As teammates fell around them one by one, every player shared the same desperate thought: survive at all costs. The primal fear of death overwhelmed everything else.

Meanwhile, Mo Xiaomo had also made it behind the steel anti-tank obstacles, collapsing against the twisted metal in exhaustion. The constant whistle of bullets filled her ears while she watched groups of soldiers charge forward only to be cut down like wheat before a scythe, leaving her trembling uncontrollably.

The illusion was so complete she'd forgotten this was merely a game. Her survival came down to luck—since Zhao Ming had focused his artillery on Xu Huan's landing craft specifically, his attention had been concentrated elsewhere just long enough for Mo Xiaomo to reach cover.

Advancing further proved impossible. Even setting aside Zhao Ming and Shen Qinghan's devastating anti-aircraft gun strafing runs, the beach's machine gun emplacements had been dramatically reinforced—all designed to maximize the harvesting of players' Emotion Points.

At that moment, atop Bunker 62, Zhao Ming's smile widened as he operated the anti-aircraft gun's devastating strafing patterns.

[Emotion Points: +98]

[Emotion Points: +109]

[Emotion Points: +674]

...

Emotion Points had stopped trickling in individually. As the game's reach expanded across streaming platforms, the points flooded in massive batches, accumulating far faster than any trending topic could generate.

Seeing the exponential growth, Zhao Ming squeezed the trigger with renewed enthusiasm. The player count plummeted toward zero.

【56/500】

In the mere two minutes since the beach assault began, over four hundred players had been reduced to just 56 survivors.

Across the beach, the remaining players clung to whatever cover they could find, barely surviving the Empire's relentless firepower. Mo Xiaomo gripped her rifle with shaking hands when a nearby Allied player struggled to speak, a gaping bullet wound in his neck streaming blood:

"Save... save me..."

Mo Xiaomo startled, then snapped into action: "Oh! Yes!"

Seeing the Allied player collapsed just beyond the steel anti-tank obstacles, she quickly dragged him to safety, panic overwhelming her as she tried to help.

"How do I—? Bandage! Of course! Bandages!"

She frantically retrieved a field dressing from her equipment.

She began wrapping the bandage around the player's neck: "This should restore health, once it's applied—"

Mo Xiaomo's face drained of color as her hands froze. The Allied player lay motionless—completely dead. The bandage hadn't magically restored anything.

Health regeneration? Was this supposed to be a game? The crushing realization hit her: this felt nothing like any game she'd ever experienced.

A familiar whistling sound cut through the air above them. Mo Xiaomo suddenly heard someone screaming.

 "Little Mo! Get down!"

She turned to see Yu Feng pressed against the steel anti-tank obstacles, his pants soaked crimson with blood, his arm also bleeding freely. Despite his injuries, he was frantically gesturing and shouting warnings.

"Brother Yu?" The words barely left Mo Xiaomo's lips when—

Boom!!!

The shell detonated with devastating force, the blast wave rippling outward in all directions. Under such tremendous impact, the steel anti-tank obstacles twisted and buckled, their iron framework collapsing entirely.

Yu Feng watched in horror as Mo Xiaomo simply vanished—transformed instantly into a crimson mist.

Witnessing the death of another friend, Yu Feng's eyes burned with rage. "Damn it!"

Plop!

An arm dropped from above, fingers still clutching half a blood-soaked bandage.

Mo Xiaomo's arm.

The overwhelming combination of gore and terror shattered Yu Feng's composure completely. 

He roared in anguished fury, "Motherfucker!!!”

Rage gave Yu Feng the strength to struggle upright, chambering a round with trembling hands. He glared toward the bunker spitting deadly machine gun fire, raised his rifle, and took aim.

Bang—— 

Miss.

Bang—— 

Miss.

Bang——!!!

His third shot found its mark. The machine gun emplacement fell silent.

Vengeful satisfaction flooded through him, bringing the first smile to his face since the landing began. But that moment of triumph died as quickly as it had been born.

The supposedly silenced bunker suddenly stirred to life, its gun barrel swiveling toward him. Yu Feng's smile froze as he watched the muzzle flash ignite.

Rat-a-tat-tat——!

Bullets tore through him in an instant, riddling his body with holes.

【0/500】

The entire beach assault had lasted exactly three minutes. 

Game over—no survivors.

Meanwhile, outside the virtual battlefield, trending topics across the Great Xia Federation were exploding with unprecedented fervor.