College Entrance Examination Failure Travels to 1931 and Strike Dongjing

Ye Daofu's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the two men's hearts hard, making them fall into silence for a long time. They knew too well that if a fight really broke out, it would be a horrific disaster with unimaginable consequences.

"I can give you a day to think about it. Don't rush to answer. Think about it slowly. Before that, I will take you to see my military equipment." Ye Daofu's voice broke the deadlock, steady and powerful. After that, he stood up and walked straight out.

Stamu and Hitler looked at each other, their eyes full of complex emotions, helplessness, worry, and fear intertwined together, and then they followed Ye Daofu silently.

At this moment, their hearts felt like they were being pressed down by a heavy rock. Every breath seemed so difficult, and the heaviness in their hearts made them not in the mood to speak at all.

Ye Daofu led them onto the helicopter. As the propeller turned rapidly, the plane slowly rose and flew into the air.

During the flight, Ye Daofu began to show the modern city he built, with high-rise buildings standing side by side and busy roads, showing its prosperity.

However, what shocked the two even more was yet to come.

Soon, they saw a large military base with countless advanced equipment parked there.

At the airport, rows of sixth-generation fighter jets are lined up in neat rows. Under the sunlight, their fuselages gleam with a cold metallic luster. Thousands of them are like a forest of steel, exuding a chilling aura.

The fifth-generation fighter jets nearby were even more densely packed, numbering in the thousands, seemingly endless. These aircraft had sleek lines and a high-tech design, each one carrying a powerful fighting capability.

Next, what came into view were hundreds of missile vehicles, lined up in a row, like a giant steel dragon.

Each missile vehicle was loaded with missiles, their warheads flashing with cold light, as if ready to whistle out and inflict a fatal blow on the enemy. Those rows of missiles were like the sword of Damocles hanging over the enemy's head, making people shudder.

Look at the thousands of tanks, also arranged neatly, all of them are group A99 tanks.

These tanks were massive, heavily armored, their gun barrels raised high, projecting an unparalleled aura of might and dominance. Their orderly formations seemed to proclaim their indestructible power, and any enemy that challenged them would be crushed to pieces.

Groups of well-trained soldiers came into view, their postures erect, their steps vigorous, their slogans deafening.

Thousands of soldiers conducted collective training in the field, and the scene was in full swing. Every movement of the soldiers was precise and powerful, demonstrating their high military quality and teamwork.

Afterwards, Ye Daofu took them to the artillery shooting range.

Hundreds of rockets were lined up in an orderly fashion, poised for launch. Following a command, the rockets were launched simultaneously. In an instant, the sky was lit up with flames, and dense swarms of rockets flew towards the distant mountains like a swarm of locusts.

Immediately afterwards, deafening explosions were heard, and the entire mountain was blown to pieces, with thick smoke billowing and debris flying everywhere.

Hitler and Stamu were sitting in the helicopter, witnessing all this. They were deeply shocked and could not calm down for a long time.

Their eyes were wide open, and their faces were filled with astonishment and disbelief.

These advanced technologies and powerful military forces have far exceeded the strength of their country. In the face of such power, they feel that their country is so small and fragile.

They knew very well that if they became enemies with Ye Daofu, the consequences would be disastrous. This realization filled their hearts with fear and anxiety. The choices for the future weighed heavily on their minds, leaving them in deep confusion.

Ye Daofu's expression was stern, his eyes like a knife sweeping across Stamu's face. His voice was low but filled with unquestionable majesty: "You have seen what you should have seen."

He paused slightly, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes, "But you must understand that the military power displayed before you is just the tip of my iceberg."

"You all know in your heart that if you become my enemy, the only outcome will be death. There is no chance of survival."

Having said that, Ye Daofu folded his arms, raised his head slightly, and glanced at the two people in front of him, as if the whole world was under his control.

"I'm giving you two choices now."

He spoke slowly, each word like a hammer hammering down on the two men's hearts. "Either become part of my territory and live in peace under my protection; or become my enemy and experience the bittersweet power of steel."

Ye Daofu raised the corner of his mouth in an icy arc, looking at the two of them with a smile that was not a smile. There was no warmth in that smile, only an endless sense of oppression.