College Entrance Examination Failure Travels to 1931 and Strike Dongjing

In the Ulan region of the East European plains, the flames of war raged like a raging tide, completely engulfing the land. Here, Soviet and German allied forces engaged in a terrifying, soul-stirring, desperate struggle. Every inch of the land was soaked in blood, and every corner echoed with the cries of the dead.

The faint light of dawn had not yet completely dispelled the gloom of night, and the fierce sound of gunfire suddenly rang out like dense drumbeats.

The Soviet T-34 tanks roared forward like a torrent of steel, their thick armor gleaming with a cold sheen in the morning light, their tracks ruthlessly crushing the muddy ground, splashing mud and water wherever they went.

Flames streamed from the tank muzzles continuously, and each shell, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed precisely into the German Alliance positions, shaking the ground. German Alliance soldiers within the positions were knocked over by the blast, some torn to pieces by shrapnel, leaving limbs and arms scattered across the ground. Blood flowed into the mud, staining the ground a shocking dark red.

The German alliance naturally refused to be outdone. Their Tiger tanks, with their powerful firepower and heavy armor, put up a tenacious resistance on the battlefield.

The Tiger tank's 88mm main gun was incredibly powerful, and each roar could cripple a Soviet tank in a violent explosion. Along with the roar of the tanks, the infantry of both sides engaged in a fierce exchange of fire.

The Soviet soldiers held submachine guns and shouted as they charged. Their figures were looming in the thick smoke, and their eyes showed fearlessness and determination.

The German Allied soldiers relied on trenches and bunkers and fired crazily with MG42 general-purpose machine guns. The dense bullets were like a net of death, knocking down the Soviet soldiers rushing in front one after another.

The battlefield was filled with smoke and the pungent smell was suffocating. The flames of explosions rose one after another, illuminating the land ravaged by war.

The wounded soldiers groaned in pain on the ground, their cries drowned out by the roar of gunfire, with no one responding. Some soldiers desperately struggled to crawl towards their comrades, trying to seek a little help, but were hit by flying shells on the way, closing their eyes forever.

In the sky, fighter planes from both sides were also engaged in fierce dogfights. The Soviet Union's third-generation fighters nimbly shuttled through the clouds, engaging in a battle of speed and passion with the German alliance's third-generation fighters.

The roar of the fighter plane engines was deafening, and the sounds of machine guns and cannons were intertwined.

A Soviet fighter plane was hit, trailing a long line of black smoke and falling to the ground like a kite with a broken string. The pilot ejected at the last moment, and the parachute slowly fell in the smoke, but he became a sitting duck for the German Allied ground fire and was mercilessly strafed.

In a small town, fierce street fighting broke out between the two sides. Every house became a focus of contention, and every street was stained with blood.

Soviet soldiers searched house by house, engaging in close combat with German Allied soldiers hiding in the shadows. The sound of grenade explosions echoed in the narrow streets, and bullets sparked off the walls.

A Soviet soldier rushed into a house and wrestled with a German soldier inside. The two rolled on the ground, attacked each other with daggers and fists, and eventually died together. Their bodies were tightly entangled together, becoming a silent witness to this brutal war.

As the battle dragged on, the situation on the battlefield became increasingly tense. Both sides paid a heavy price, but neither side was willing to back down.

This land is filled with corpses and the smell of death. The cruelty of war is displayed here vividly, and this tragic battle seems to have no end. Lives are lost every minute and every second, and every exchange of fire is writing the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

Inside the heavily guarded German Alliance headquarters, the atmosphere was both solemn and frenzied. Hitler stood before a vast battle map, his figure distorted by the dim, flickering lights beside him. He stared intently at the marker representing his own forces' advance, his eyes bloodshot and blazing with mad ambition.

In the war room, intelligence officers kept coming and going, reporting the latest battle situation to Hitler. He would sometimes nod slightly, sometimes revealing a satisfied smile. He seemed to have long anticipated the news that the Soviet army was about to be defeated, and this further fueled his inner fanaticism.

"The Soviet army is almost unable to hold on. As long as we make a concerted effort, we can reach Moscow." Hitler's voice was low and hoarse, but it revealed an unquestionable ruthlessness and echoed in the empty operations room.

"Increase the speed of the attack and make sure to capture Moscow within seven days!" He turned abruptly and roared at the generals. Overwhelmed by his aura, the generals stood at attention, saluted, and responded in unison.

At that moment, a large screen nearby was broadcasting a live broadcast of the war between the Rice Empire and the Qin Empire, with scenes of raging battles constantly switching. But Hitler only glanced at it occasionally. In his mind, the most important thing at the moment was to capture Moscow; it was the key to his world domination.

He began pacing back and forth in the room, muttering various combat orders incessantly. In his mind, he had already imagined the scene of the German army entering Moscow: the red flag fell, the German flag fluttered above the Kremlin, and the Soviet people trembled at his feet. This crazy idea made his blood boil, as if victory was just around the corner.

He imagined the glory of standing on Moscow's Red Square, the sight of the world watching. The nations that had once opposed him would succumb to his iron grip. Now, all he had to do was recklessly intensify his offensive, sending the German army's steel torrent hurtling toward Moscow at top speed.

Under his orders, the German forces began to attack more frantically. Tanks roared at full speed, and infantry, under the cover of artillery fire, surged towards the Soviet defense line like a tide.

On the battlefield, the smoke became thicker and the explosions were deafening. The Soviet soldiers were under tremendous pressure under this crazy attack, and it became extremely difficult to hold on to every inch of land.

Ye Daofu also noticed the military situation of the German Alliance.

"Your Majesty, the situation in the Soviet Union is not good. They just called and asked us to send people to support them. If we are willing to help, they promised to give us a large amount of land."

Ye Daofu laughed: "This deal looks very cost-effective, but in fact it is completely unnecessary."

"As long as the Soviet Union no longer exists, these lands will not belong to them."

"We'll get as much as we want then."

"Don't bother with them. Just say we're busy fighting the Rice Empire right now and don't have the mood to care about what's going on over there."

Subordinate: "What if the German alliance enters Moscow?"

Ye Daofu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident yet cunning smile, his eyes revealing his insight and control over the situation. "The German Alliance will capture Moscow? Humph, it won't be that easy. Even if they do, so what?"

He slowly walked over to the map, gesturing casually with his fingers. "The Soviet Union is vast, and Moscow is merely a key stronghold. Even if the German Alliance captured Moscow, they would be deeply trapped, pinned down by the endless resistance across the vast Soviet territory."

Ye Daofu turned around, looked at his subordinates with a sharp gaze, and continued, "Our battle with the Rice Empire is the top priority now. This war is related to the plans of our Great Qin Empire. Once we defeat the Rice Empire, we can clean up the mess. Whether it is the land of the German Alliance or the Soviet Union, it will be at our disposal."

The subordinate frowned slightly, still seeming to be worried: "But what if the German Alliance takes advantage of this to grow stronger and become an obstacle to our future actions?"

Ye Daofu snorted coldly and waved his hand dismissively. "The German Alliance will inevitably suffer heavy losses in their attack on the Soviet Union. Even if they capture Moscow, they will already be at the end of their strength. Meanwhile, in our war with the Rice Empire, we are constantly training our commanders and improving their command capabilities."

Once we've resolved the war here, how can the German Alliance be a match for us? So, do as I say and tell the Soviet Union that we're too busy to do anything else.