College Entrance Examination Failure Travels to 1931 and Strike Dongjing

On the fringes of world politics, Cuba, once a peaceful nation, now finds itself at the center of a storm. With the eyes of global intelligence agencies focused like searchlights, a conflict brewing that could rewrite the world order.

"The Qin Empire is mobilizing its navy, army, and air force. It seems they're going to capture Guba all together." In the intelligence analysis room, a senior intelligence officer frowned, his finger gently tapping Guba's location on the map. His words, like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, stirred up ripples.

"Once Guba falls, the Rice Empire will never be able to retake it," another intelligence officer chimed in, a hint of worry in his voice. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, every inch of land gained or lost could affect a country's strategic layout.

"The Qin Empire will use this as a springboard, a strategic stronghold, to attack the Rice Empire." Silence fell in the conference room, everyone understanding the profound meaning behind this statement. Guba's geographical location was crucial. If it fell into the hands of the Qin Empire, the Rice Empire's southern defenses would be completely exposed to the enemy.

When the news spread, the entire world was shocked. Many countries expressed deep concern. The might of the Great Qin Empire made them feel an unprecedented threat, especially the smaller nations in Europe and America. They knew that the threat posed by Ye Qiang from the Great Qin Empire was like the sword of Damocles hanging over their heads. They didn't know when the Great Qin Empire would attack them.

Although these small countries often sent diplomats to visit the Qin Empire and tried to ease tensions through diplomatic means, they did not even have the opportunity to meet Ye Daofu.

Ye Daofu, the helmsman of the Qin Empire, has his own strategic considerations. It is impossible for him to have too deep a relationship with those small countries. It is enough to let his subordinates receive him to cope with these diplomatic occasions.

Ye Daofu was extremely confident about the upcoming military operation, as he knew that in the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy or trick would be exposed.

So he made a bold decision - to start a global satellite live broadcast that day, showing the military power of the Qin Empire to the whole world without reservation.

At the live broadcast site, over 100,000 soldiers from the Great Qin Empire lined up in neat rows, looking majestic and impressive. They were dressed in stylish uniforms, their metal accessories gleaming with a cool light under the sunlight.

The weapons in the hands of the soldiers are advanced and sophisticated, all modern equipment, even equipped with night vision goggles and other high-tech equipment. This equipment is very expensive, and the total value of a soldier's equipment exceeds tens of thousands of yuan, which is equivalent to an entire company in other countries, or even more.

The soldiers exuded a murderous aura, honed through countless arduous training and brutal battles. Their gazes were firm and piercing, seemingly piercing the screen and sending shivers down the spines of people in many countries watching the live broadcast.

Someone watching the live broadcast was so shocked that their mouths couldn't close. "These are the soldiers of the Great Qin Empire. They're so strong, like the vanguards of hell. Their morale and equipment far surpass ours. If we become their enemy, we'll only die."

His companions were also panicking: "I think they only need to send a brigade to defeat all our people."

"Alas, I'm worried that sooner or later he will attack us, and we will have no choice but to surrender." The people around echoed, and the feeling of fear before the battle spread in the air.

The live camera panned to reveal tank after tank slowly rolling into view. These tanks were massive, like steel behemoths, numbering over a thousand. They were lined up in neat rows, exuding a chilling, oppressive presence.

These are all A99 main battle tanks, unrivaled in their era. Its impenetrable armor withstands most artillery fire; its artillery fire is powerful, long-range, and highly accurate; and its advanced radar system allows it to detect enemy movements in advance, giving it the upper hand on the battlefield. Its introduction instantly eclipsed the tanks of many other nations, and its performance surpassed that of other nations by decades.

Seeing tank after tank rolling over the road under the live camera, kicking up clouds of dust that covered the sky, viewers around the world were deeply shocked. Many countries simply could not produce such a powerful tank lineup, and this gap made them feel despair.

This scene was also seen by the people of the Rice Empire. In the military command center of the Rice Empire, the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it.

"This is a tank from the Qin Empire, much more advanced than ours. If we fight against them, even ten of our tanks may not be able to destroy a single one of theirs." An experienced officer said in a deep voice with a solemn expression.

"Our tanks have fought against them on the battlefield before, and they are simply our nightmare. With such a huge number, I estimate that it would take at least 100,000 tanks to destroy them. Unfortunately, we simply cannot provide that many tanks." Another officer added, his words full of helplessness and anxiety.

"Quickly mobilize the artillery to prevent their tanks from rushing over, and have the anti-tank soldiers prepare. We must prevent these tanks from passing through our first line of defense!" The commander of the Rice Empire gave orders decisively, and the soldiers acted quickly. The entire military base was busy.

Ye Daofu wasn't afraid of the enemy seeing his formation. His sheer strength was there; even if they saw it, it would be useless, as they wouldn't be able to defend themselves. Thousands of A99 main battle tanks, the vanguard, charged aggressively towards the enemy's first line of defense.

The tanks moved slowly forward, their tracks scraping against the ground, making a dull yet powerful sound, like the prelude to war. Wherever they passed, the ground trembled slightly, and the dust they kicked up covered the sky, and the oppressive feeling of a large army approaching was overwhelming.

The entire live broadcast was filled with a tense atmosphere, and everyone's heart was in their throat, especially the people of the Great Rice Empire. They gathered around the television, their eyes fixed on the screen, fearing that the tanks would break through their defenses. Many people silently prayed to God, praying that their people could withstand the Great Qin Empire's tank attack.

The commander of the Rice Empire stood on the command platform, his eyes fixed on the screen, his binoculars slowly rotating as the tanks moved. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, and although he tried to remain calm, he couldn't hide his inner tension.

"Report, the Qin Empire tank group is still five kilometers away from our artillery range!" The voice of the signalman broke the brief silence.

"Ready!" The commander clenched his fists and gave the order to prepare for the attack.

"Four kilometers...three kilometers..." The signalman's voice became more and more urgent.

“Two kilometers!”

"Open fire!" The commander shouted, and over two thousand artillery pieces roared simultaneously. In an instant, the entire battlefield was enveloped in flames and smoke. A dense barrage of shells obscured the sky, pouring down like raindrops on the tank positions.

Shell after shell landed on the tank positions, sending up a fiery explosion. The deafening roar of the explosions was followed by flames and smoke. The live broadcast showed only a sea of flames, with the tanks barely visible.

However, the Qin Empire's tanks were not intimidated by the fierce artillery fire. Many tanks, thanks to their strong armor, remained safe and sound in the artillery fire and continued to advance steadily. Of course, some tanks were attacked by artillery and suffered varying degrees of damage, stopping on the battlefield.

But this did not affect the advance speed of the entire tank group. They continued to rush towards the enemy's defense line like a steel torrent.

"Report! Our artillery fire failed to cause substantial damage to the enemy and only destroyed a small number of tanks. The enemy is still approaching our first line of defense at a rapid pace. Commander, please give orders!" On the other end of the phone, the soldier's voice trembled slightly due to nervousness, with a sense of urgency.

General Li Weiqi of the Rice Empire was staring closely at the live broadcast screen with his staff. He had already understood the feedback from the front-line soldiers through the flickering images, and even understood it more thoroughly.

"Our artillery has little effect on the enemy tanks. Are all these shells wasted?" An aide's face was filled with anxiety, his tone full of reluctance and confusion.

"In my estimation, the first wave of bombing destroyed more than a hundred enemy tanks." Another staff member frowned and gave his own judgment.

Li Weiqi's gaze was fixed on the battlefield, his face solemn. He said in a deep voice, "It doesn't matter. Even if there are only a hundred tanks, that's still a significant achievement. Continue the bombing, destroying every one you can." After a brief pause, he gave a decisive order, "Also, immediately switch to using incendiary bombs for ground bombing of the enemy."

Following Li Weiqi's order, the artillery units quickly took action. The gun barrels that were originally loaded with conventional shells were replaced with more lethal incendiary shells. Soon, a new round of bombing began.

This tactic proved effective. Incendiary bombs exploded among the tanks, instantly engulfing many in flames. The flames coated the tanks' surfaces, and the resulting heat quickly spread to the interior, causing even more severe casualties among the occupants. Under the frenzied bombardment, tank after tank was forced to stop on the battlefield, its tracks frozen and its gun barrels drooping.

However, the Qin Empire's tanks remained unstoppable, with most tanks breaking through the intense firepower network, passing through the enemy's bombing zone, and approaching the first line of defense of the Rice Empire. The rolling torrent of steel made the Rice Empire's defenders feel unprecedented pressure.

In the streets and alleys of the Rice Empire, people gathered in front of their televisions, staring at the live broadcast with terrified expressions.

The children were so frightened by the tense atmosphere that they hid behind the adults, their hands tightly clutching the hems of their clothes. The elderly, their hands trembling, kept muttering prayers.

A middle-aged man, his face brimming with anxiety, said to his wife beside him in a trembling voice, "It's over! These tanks are no match for us. Our country is going to suffer."

People on the street were whispering and talking, fear and despair written all over their faces. Everyone was wondering what fate would await them if they lost this battle.

Is it the humiliation after being occupied, or is it the endless darkness of life?

No one knew the answer, but everyone's heart was filled with an ominous premonition. Fear hung over the entire country like a dark cloud, making it hard for people to breathe.

On the rice empire's first line of defense, the tense atmosphere felt tangible, weighing heavily on every soldier. In the trenches, the soldiers' gazes were fixed on the battlefront, afraid to breathe. The relentless bombardment hammered at their fragile nerves like a hammer. Some, their fingers trembling with nervousness, subconsciously held cigarettes between their fingers, hoping the scent of tobacco would calm them. Others chewed gum relentlessly, their cheeks moving mechanically to dispel their inner panic.

"Mickey, I think the battle situation up ahead is not good. The bombing has been going on for a long time and hasn't stopped yet. I don't know if the enemy tanks have been damaged." A soldier with a stubble on his face, with an undisguised tremor in his voice, moved closer and talked in a low voice with his companion, trying to dispel some of his anxiety through chatting.

Mickey took a deep breath and replied calmly, "How can I know for sure? But our artillery is so advanced that we can definitely stop the enemy's attack." Although he said so, he himself was not sure, it was just to comfort himself.

"Even if they can avoid the artillery fire, don't think of breaking through our defense line easily. Don't forget, there are thousands of tanks waiting in front. As soon as the enemy enters the firing range, our tank soldiers will launch a fierce artillery attack. Those armor-piercing shells can penetrate their tanks in minutes!" Mickey became more and more excited as he spoke, as if to cheer himself up, and his tone became unconsciously tough.

"I hope so. I really hope God can bless the Rice Empire with peace and safety." The soldier raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes full of prayer.

Many soldiers around also lowered their heads and prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that God could hear their voices and save them from this terrible war.

The roar of artillery fire was getting closer and closer, and each sound was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the soldiers of the Rice Empire. Their heartstrings were stretched tighter and tighter, and sweat from nervousness kept oozing from their foreheads and sliding down their cheeks.

Everyone understood that a fierce battle was about to begin, and their fate might be changed in an instant.

The Qin Empire's A99 main battle tanks finally inched their way into the encirclement of the Rice Empire's meticulously deployed tank cluster. This seemingly tranquil forest now harbored a hidden threat. Thousands of tanks had long been lurking within the trees, like a pack of beasts lurking in the darkness, waiting for their prey to approach, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

"Fire!" The Rice Empire commander's roar pierced the air, and in an instant, the entire forest seemed to ignite. Thousands of tanks hidden in the woods surged out like a tide, muzzle flashes flashing, and dense shells roared towards the Qin Empire's tank group, attempting to engulf the enemy with this storm of steel.

However, they underestimated the power of the Great Qin Empire's tanks. The A99 main battle tanks reacted swiftly, nimbly maneuvering their massive bodies to easily evade the seemingly ferocious enemy bombardment. Furthermore, their advanced detection systems had already pinpointed the enemy tanks' positions long before they even opened fire. The Great Qin Empire tanks' guns swung slightly, a flash of fire followed, and shells whizzed out with precise precision, instantly blasting the Great Rice Empire tanks to smithereens.

On the battlefield, tanks from both sides clashed back and forth, artillery roared, and flames shot up into the sky. But this seemingly fierce battle was actually a one-sided massacre with a huge disparity in strength.

A tank from the Rice Empire finally found the right moment and hit a tank from the Qin Empire with its cannon, expecting to see the enemy in disgrace, but the reality made them extremely desperate.

The A99 main battle tank that was hit only had a burst of fireworks on its surface, and was unharmed. Then, it turned its gun without mercy and completely destroyed the attacking tank with one shot.

This scene was clearly shown in the live broadcast. The people of the Rice Empire watched helplessly as their country's tanks were crushed like fragile toys in front of the steel behemoths of the Qin Empire.

Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, their hearts already hanging in the air, now sinking completely. Some collapsed on the ground, crying; some clenched their fists, feeling powerless; and some turned away silently, not daring to look at the cruel scene again.

Meanwhile, in the Rice Empire's headquarters, Li Weiqi's expression grew increasingly grim. He stared intently at the screen, veins bulging on his forehead, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

The tanks of the Qin Empire were even more powerful than he had imagined, and the outcome of this battle seemed doomed from the very beginning.

But as a commander, even though his heart is filled with despair, he must force himself to find a way out of the predicament, otherwise, the Rice Empire will face an unprecedented crisis.