College Entrance Examination Failure Travels to 1931 and Strike Dongjing

On a border covered with scorched earth and filled with smoke, the defense line of the "Rice Empire" has been riddled with holes. One of their most advanced fighter jets has just been hit by a precision missile, trailing a long line of black smoke and plummeting to the ground. The violent explosion raised a cloud of dust, announcing another collapse of the defense.

At the same time, a dull and shocking roar came from the sky, like the roar of an ancient beast, coming from far away.

The Qin Empire's H-6K bomber, like a giant steel eagle, cuts through the thick clouds and soars proudly over the "Rice Empire".

The fuselage gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight, and the shadow cast by the huge wings was like a haze of death, covering the earth below.

On the ground, the people of the "Rice Empire" were terrified. They stopped what they were doing and subconsciously looked up at the sky. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair. Everyone knew what the appearance of this bomber meant.

The children hugged their parents' legs tightly and shivered; the old people sat on the ground with empty eyes, muttering words of prayer for peace; although the young men pretended to be calm, their clenched fists and trembling bodies also exposed their inner anxiety.

The streets were in chaos, with cars parked randomly. The sounds of horns, shouts, and cries were intertwined, like a tragic song of doomsday.

In the live broadcast room, which attracted worldwide attention, the screen was dominated by the H-6K. The audience's hearts were in their throats, their eyes fixed on the screen, not daring to breathe.

The barrage of comments rolled like a tide, some people shouted excitedly that they were witnessing history, while others were worried about the impending brutal bombing.

Military experts from various countries are also nervously analyzing the situation and predicting the direction of this battle. However, no matter how they interpret it, they cannot change one fact - the cruelty of war is about to be infinitely magnified.

Inside the H-6K's cabin, the atmosphere was tense and tense. The pilots stared intently at the instrument panels, their hands expertly manipulating the various instruments, their eyes revealing a resolute determination. They shouldered the nation's mission. At this moment, they were the sharp blades of the Qin Empire, about to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

As the H-6K gradually descended, ground-based anti-aircraft fire began a frenzied counterattack. Tongues of flame shot out from the ground, attempting to stop the steel behemoth. However, the H-6K, relying on its advanced electronic countermeasures system and agile flying skills, deftly avoided the attacks time and again, moving effortlessly into unmanned territory.

Finally, the H-6K arrived at the designated bombing area. With the captain's order, the hatch slowly opened, and bombs rained down, whistling towards the target on the ground.

In an instant, a series of deafening explosions erupted on the ground, flames shot into the sky, and mushroom clouds rose.

Under this ferocious bombardment, the "Rice Empire" soldiers' defenses completely collapsed. They fled in all directions, trying to find a safe haven, but all was futile in the face of the overwhelming death. Broken arms and limbs littered the battlefield, blood stained the ground red, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood.

At the airport of the Rice Empire, ground staff are working frantically after receiving prevention and control orders, preparing for the upcoming flights, with the humming of machinery.

Suddenly, a sharp air raid sirens pierced the sky. The sound was shrill and rapid, like an invisible hand, instantly gripping everyone's heart.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked around in confusion and fear. Before they could react, a low roar came from the sky, like the roar of an ancient beast, coming from far away and becoming clearer and clearer.

Then, a group of dark shadows appeared in sight, densely packed like a dark cloud. They were enemy bombers, their fuselages gleaming with a cold metallic sheen. In the morning light, they cast a huge, eerie shadow, covering the entire airport.

In an instant, bombs rained down like raindrops. The first bomb accurately hit the control tower of the airport. With a deafening roar, the control tower was instantly blown to pieces, and concrete fragments and metal parts flew everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, more bombs exploded on the tarmac, huge mushroom clouds rose into the sky, and flames illuminated half the sky red.

The planes parked at the airport were like lambs to the slaughter, devoured by the merciless bombs before they could even take off. Planes were flipped over and disintegrated in the explosions, their wings and fuselages blown to pieces. The fires caused by the fuel leaks burned fiercely, reducing everything around them to ashes.

The airport buildings were not spared either. The terminal, warehouses, and maintenance workshops all collapsed in the successive explosions. The reinforced concrete walls were as fragile as a house of cards, and bricks and debris poured down like a waterfall, burying those hiding inside.

The cries, screams, and explosions intertwined together, forming a tragic song of hell on earth.

Airport staff fled in all directions, their faces filled with fear and despair. Some were knocked to the ground by the blast, never to rise again; others were crushed by collapsed buildings, groaning in agony; others struggled desperately in the blaze, only to be devoured by the merciless flames.

Thick smoke billowed like the tentacles of a demon, spreading recklessly and shrouding the entire airport in darkness. The pungent smell of gunpowder, burning flesh, and fuel mixed together, making one nauseous.

After a wave of bombing, the enemy's airport was reduced to ruins. The former prosperity and bustle were gone, leaving only devastation and endless despair.

After the Qin Empire's bombers left, the entire airport was filled with thick smoke rising into the sky.

In the live broadcast room, the audience was stunned by the tragic scene before them.

Many people are very frightened. If they face the Qin Empire's air force, can they withstand it?

The people of the Qin Empire had mixed feelings at this moment. They were proud of the strength of their country, but at the same time they were saddened by the cruelty of war.

During this air raid, more than 30 missions were carried out and the bombing lasted for several hours.

The bombing spread from the enemy's airport to the battlefield, destroying their first line of defense, causing heavy casualties and leaving corpses everywhere.

As the last batch of bombs were dropped, the H-6K completed its mission, slowly gained altitude, and flew towards the airport.

What is left on the land of the "Rice Empire" is ruins and endless despair.

Ye Daofu looked at the area that had been baptized by the flames of war and was covered with broken walls and ruins. His eyes were burning with a fiery fighting spirit. He gave the order without hesitation: "Ground forces, all-out attack!"

In an instant, the roar of the engines was deafening, and countless tanks drove out from hiding like steel behemoths, their tracks crushing the land full of craters and raising billowing dust.

Behind the tanks are endless ground troops. They are like ghosts on the battlefield, appearing quickly on the battlefield. They are not afraid of bullets and shells at all.

At this moment, the Qin warriors displayed combat capabilities beyond human capabilities.

Ordinary gunfire and hail of bullets had no effect on them at all.

The immortal body can be quickly repaired.

Killing enemies can also harvest a lot of silver dollars.

Inside the enemy headquarters, Li Weiqi's face was as pale as paper, his hands trembling slightly as he heard the constant stream of bad news. The news from the front was worse than the last. The first line of defense had been shattered by the airstrikes, resulting in heavy casualties and nearly complete destruction of the fortifications. They were unable to muster any effective resistance, their ranks utterly disorganized.

"Damn it!" Li Weiqi slammed his fist on the table and ordered through gritted teeth, "The first line of defense must be held to the death! Tell them, this is a death order! I will immediately send five reserve divisions to support them. Hold the defense line at all costs!"

The staff quickly took the order and left, leaving only Li Weiqi's heavy breathing in the room. He knew that the war had reached its most critical moment. If the first line of defense was lost, the subsequent lines of defense would be in jeopardy, and the entire war situation might be in jeopardy.

At this moment, on the front lines, the surviving soldiers of the Rice Empire were covered in dust and blood, their eyes revealing a resolute determination to face death. They leaned against the rubble, their weapons in hand, stubbornly resisting the enemy's attacks. Despite the constant explosions of shells around them and the fall of their comrades one after another, they did not retreat a single step.

Because they know that behind them are their country and loved ones, they must hold on and wait for support to arrive.

Everyone was so bloodthirsty that they forgot about life and death.

As time went on, the enemy tanks and ground forces got closer and closer, and the deafening roar seemed to crush the whole world.

In the distance, the soldiers of the five reserve divisions were marching day and night towards the war-torn front. They had only one belief in their hearts: they must hold the defense line and never let the enemy advance a single step!