College Entrance Examination Failure Travels to 1931 and Strike Dongjing

Ye Daofu was already counting the money. He had earned 200 silver dollars by destroying 20 planes in the previous wave.

We made a lot of money this time, and the enemy was literally giving us money.

"Including the wealth seized from the enemies killed in battle, the number of silver dollars I now hold has reached 170 million, which is more than enough to form an extremely powerful team." Ye Daofu hid in the underground air-raid shelter, happily calculating this huge income.

"Report!" A soldier came running over.

"Commander, our personnel have landed successfully. All of them have now successfully reached the other side and immediately launched a fierce battle against the enemy's positions." The soldier reported the battle situation excitedly.

Ye Daofu's eyes were firm as he gave a decisive order: "Okay, stop the bombardment immediately!"

He paused for a moment, then continued, "All troops, rest where you are. We will be crossing the river shortly."

The soldier responded, "Yes, Commander!"

Ye Daofu nodded slightly and continued, "Already 3000 people have rushed over. With their fighting power, it will be effortless to wipe out the remaining remnants."

The adjutant next to him said, "Yes, Commander. The appearance of these undead warriors on the battlefield is like a divine army sent from heaven. They possess superb combat skills and extremely accurate marksmanship. They are brave and fearless, and are not afraid of being injured. They easily defeat the enemy and leave no trace of their armor."

Ye Daofu raised the corner of his mouth and said confidently: "With such brave soldiers, there is no need to worry about the success of our great cause!"

Commander Fujikawa's face was filled with despair as he watched helplessly as the undead warriors mercilessly gunned down his men like slaughtering chickens and dogs.

However, the superiors had already issued a death order, requiring them to rather die than surrender and not to retreat even a single step.

"Beasts! Even if I die, I will take a few people with me. I will never surrender to you!" Commander Fujikawa's face was distorted and ferocious. He suddenly pulled out the pistol from his waist and shot the undead warrior in the chest.

Hit! Blood gushed out.

At this moment, a sense of pleasure flashed through the heart of Commander Fujikawa, and he thought to himself: Killing one is enough, and if I kill one more, I will make a profit.

But before his joy could spread, it lasted only a second before the smile on his face froze instantly. This was because he saw the undead warrior act as if nothing had happened, completely ignoring the blood flowing from his chest, and picked up his rifle and began to fire wildly.

Commander Fujikawa was secretly shocked: It is said that the Dragon people have extremely strong wills, and their soldiers are not afraid of death at all, because they are a group of people with firm beliefs. It is true!

"Sorry, although you are brave, you must die!" Commander Fujikawa gritted his teeth and fired two more shots in succession.

Both shots hit the target. He firmly believed that with these two shots, the undead warrior would definitely fall.

I saw two more blood holes on the undead warrior's body, and blood gushed out again.

But soon, the wound miraculously began to heal, and the bleeding stopped flowing, but he still held the gun, covered in blood, and shot the enemy frantically.

Commander Fujikawa was completely dumbfounded, and couldn't help but roar in his heart: What the hell is going on? He's been shot three times, how can he act like nothing happened?

"Is this guy a monster?" A trace of fear grew in the heart of Commander Fujikawa, an extreme uneasiness that came from the unknown.

He was unwilling to give up and refused to believe what he saw, so he fired three shots in a row, each of which hit the target accurately.

After firing these three shots, Commander Fujikawa's hands were shaking uncontrollably, and his entire body was trembling uncontrollably.