College Entrance Examination Failure Travels to 1931 and Strike Dongjing

Rockets rained down relentlessly on the enemy positions like a dense rain of fire. Under this overwhelming attack, the enemy's defense line collapsed in an instant.

The once-sturdy fortifications, like a fragile house of cards, were easily ripped to shreds by the high-explosive bombs. Steel, rocks, and earth were thrown high into the air and then plummeted back down, smashing into everything around them. The artillery pieces on the positions barely had time to roar their last before the massive force of the rockets toppled them to the ground, their barrels twisted and deformed, reduced to a pile of scrap metal.

The enemy soldiers were utterly terrified by the sudden and ferocious attack. They fled in all directions, finding nowhere to hide. Some were directly hit by rockets, instantly reduced to ash; others were blown away by the blast, falling heavily to the ground, their lives unknown; still others were buried by the collapsed fortifications, leaving only desperate cries. The entire position was plunged into chaos and despair, filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the sickening smell of blood.

In the Great Qin Empire's command center, Ye Daofu stared at the screen, his face unwavering. He knew that the enemy, despite suffering heavy losses, still had some resistance. "Keep pushing forward, don't give the enemy a chance to breathe!" he ordered decisively.

The leading tanks revved their engines again, emitting a deafening roar as they slowly advanced towards the enemy positions. Their tracks crushed enemy wreckage and shattered equipment, raising a cloud of dust. The infantry followed closely behind, weapons drawn, vigilantly scanning the surrounding area for any enemy.

At this time, the smoke on the battlefield gradually dissipated, and what appeared before everyone's eyes was a horrific scene.

The enemy's position was completely destroyed, with ruins and burning flames everywhere.

The surviving enemy soldiers either collapsed to the ground or raised their hands in surrender, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

Li Weiqi had just hung up the phone with the commander on the front line when the phone rang again. A subordinate's tearful cry came from the receiver: "Sir, our 7th and 8th Artillery Brigades have been completely destroyed by the enemy. The artillery has been reduced to scrap metal, and the casualties are heavy. We are completely unable to form an effective combat capability. Requesting support!"

Li Weiqi's hand trembled slightly as he held the phone. Explosions echoed around him, their deafening crescendos piercing his eardrums. He could clearly sense the despair and helplessness of the soldiers on the other end of the line, almost seeing them fleeing in panic amidst the smoke.

"Commander, give the order quickly! We can't hold on any longer!" The soldiers' urgent requests kept coming from the other end of the phone.

Li Weiqi's face instantly turned pale. He stood there, stunned, his mind blank. A few seconds seemed like a century. The situation on the battlefield had taken a drastic turn for the worse, far beyond his imagination. This sudden and devastating defeat left him somewhat bewildered.

"Sir!" The soldier's cry on the phone brought him back to reality again.

Li Weiqi took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He knew he had to make a decision now, otherwise more soldiers would die in vain. "Retreat immediately, retreat quickly!" He shouted into the phone, his voice hoarse with anger and anxiety.

After issuing the order, Li Weiqi looked at the chaotic scene in the command center with mixed feelings. The defeat in this battle had put the Rice Empire's defenses in jeopardy. He couldn't imagine what would await them next.

In the Great Qin Empire's command center, Ye Daofu's eyes were fixed on the real-time battle situation on the front lines. After confirming that the enemy's artillery had suffered heavy losses, he knew that the threat to his infantry had been greatly reduced. But Ye Daofu didn't let up. His eyes quickly locked on the next key target: the enemy's nearby airfield. Destroying it would deprive the enemy of air support, putting them in a more passive position on the battlefield.

"Give the order, the H-6K bombers take off and bomb the enemy's nearby airports first!" Ye Daofu's voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the command center like a huge bell.

As the order was issued, the live broadcast showed thirty H-6K bombers lined up neatly on the runway, their engines roaring with a deafening roar. Like mechanical monsters forged of steel, they slowly glided toward the end of the runway, then suddenly accelerated, soaring into the sky one after another amidst a surge of powerful airflow and a roar. This spectacular scene astounded viewers around the world, as if they were witnessing the rise of an unstoppable force.

In the command room of the Rice Empire, Li Weiqi's face changed drastically when he saw this scene. He knew that such a large bomber formation must have a terrifying bomb load. If they successfully reached the airport and carried out a bombing, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Give the order immediately and send out our fighter jets to intercept! At the same time, notify the ground-based air defense missiles that they can take action on their own if they find the H-6K bomber entering the strike range!" Li Weiqi was anxious and gave orders loudly.

However, Li Weiqi did not know that the Qin Empire's H-6K bombers were also accompanied by fifty J-21 fighters. These J-21 fighters were like loyal guards, tightly surrounding the H-6K bombers and providing escort for them.

Soon, a report from the scouts came from the front: "Report, enemy planes are approaching us, there are 200 of them!"

"We have received orders from His Majesty to destroy it!" The commander in charge of the air battle responded without hesitation.

The Qin Empire's aircraft, with its advanced radar system, quickly locked onto the incoming Rice Empire aircraft. Missiles roared out from the aircraft's launchers, streaking through the sky and hurtling towards their targets.

At this moment, in the cockpits of the Rice Empire's aircraft, the pilots discovered with horror that their planes had been inexplicably targeted. They desperately searched the radar system, but could find no trace of the enemy aircraft. It was as if these enemies came from another dimension, invisible but deadly.

"Oh no, we've been locked by radar and can't find the enemy planes. Please give us some instructions, commander!" The pilots frantically turned to the ground for help, their voices filled with fear and despair.

However, faced with this unprecedented situation, the ground command center seemed helpless and could only constantly reassure the pilot: "Stay calm, stay calm, and find a way to break free from the lock!"

But all this was to no avail, the pilots watched the missiles flying towards them, their foreheads sweating with fear. They frantically controlled the aircraft, trying to avoid the missiles and releasing guided missiles at the same time, hoping to escape.

"God, I'm being chased by enemy missiles!" A pilot shouted in despair. However, before he could finish his words, his plane was accurately hit by a missile and instantly turned into a fireball and exploded in the sky.

The fighter pilots of other countries in the Rice Empire watched their companions being shot down one after another, and their hearts were filled with despair.

Their proud third-generation fighters were like fragile toys in front of the Qin Empire's fifth-generation fighters. They couldn't even see the shadow of the enemy before more than a dozen planes were destroyed.

Then, a scene that made them even more devastated appeared. In the distant sky, hundreds of missiles flew towards them like a swarm of locusts, covering the sky and the sun.

"Oh my god!" The pilots of the Rice Empire let out a desperate wail. They knew they were doomed this time. Many panicked and quickly parachuted to save their lives, but some who didn't have time to parachute were directly hit by missiles, destroying their planes and killing everyone on board.

In Li Weiqi's command room, he watched helplessly as his fighter planes were destroyed one after another. The number of fighter planes displayed on the screen quickly decreased. 200 fighter planes quickly became 150, then 100, 80, 60... Looking at this heartbreaking battle loss data, Li Weiqi's face turned as pale as paper.

Two hundred fighter planes were wiped out in such a short period of time. This huge loss not only dealt a heavy blow to the air force of the Rice Empire, but also dealt a devastating blow to the morale of the entire army.

This was a complete crushing of technological power. In the face of the advanced aviation technology of the Qin Empire, the air defense line of the Rice Empire was easily torn apart.

Li Weiqi closed his eyes in pain, then reluctantly ordered: "Tell all troops that our air force has suffered heavy losses. Let them be prepared for enemy air strikes!"

At this moment, the entire command room was filled with despair and helplessness, as if the end of the world was approaching.