College Entrance Examination Failure Travels to 1931 and Strike Dongjing

Chapter 285 Air Combat 4

The ground commanders were also in a panic, and their batons fell to the ground with a "bang", but they had no time to care.

Beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, hitting the dusty ground and splashing tiny specks of mud. A lieutenant colonel commander, his face pale, shouted into the communicator at the top of his lungs, "Quick, think of a solution! Why are all our planes failing?"

However, all he got in response was endless noise and silence. He squatted down, his hands covering his head, his eyes filled with helplessness, and he kept muttering, "There's no way we can fight this! The Great Qin Empire is too powerful. We have no chance of winning..."

Panic spread like a plague across the battlefield. Soldiers began to flee blindly, pushing and shoving each other. Some were knocked to the ground, groaning in pain, but no one paid any attention.

The originally neat formation had now fallen apart, leaving only chaos and devastation, reflecting the fear in their hearts that was deeper than the abyss, and indicating that the balance of this war was tilting sharply.

Everyone believed in their hearts that facing such a powerful Qin Empire, they had no way to turn defeat into victory, and the only fate that awaited them was a tragic defeat.

Two hundred planes became aerial targets of the Qin Empire, crashing one by one to the ground and creating huge burning craters.

Every downed plane was a death warrant for the coalition soldiers at the port.

[Successfully destroy 200 fighter planes of the Rice Empire and receive 2 million silver dollars.]

The system also sent a good news battle report.

Adding the rewards from destroying the port, seven million silver dollars were earned before the battle was over.

It is true that the more war you fight, the richer you become.

As the technological power of the Rice Empire increases, their combat equipment becomes more and more valuable.

Ye Daofu smiled contentedly and said, "Humph, a dying struggle!"

"Keep blowing!"

Above the harbor, smoke filled the air, and a group of H-8 bombers roared in like steel birds of prey covering the sky and the sun.

Under the wings, incendiary bombs and high-explosive bombs flashed coldly like the scythes swung by the god of death, pouring down towards the port one after another.

The moment the first incendiary bomb touched the ground, there was a loud "bang" and the orange-red flames, like a raging sea of fire, instantly engulfed a large area of the dock. The rolling heat waves rushed in, burning the air and distorting it.

High-explosive bombs followed, sending a shower of earth and rocks flying everywhere like a torrential rain. Ships anchored in the harbor were either shattered by the ferocious bombardment, with planks and steel shards flying everywhere, or their hulls tilted severely, with seawater pouring into their cabins.

At the dock, enemy soldiers and civilians were stunned by the sudden disaster.

In an instant, shrill screams rang out, "Help!"

The cries of "Mom! I don't want to die!" echoed.

Some people were knocked to the ground by the blast, their faces covered in blood. They looked at the tragic scene around them in horror and crawled desperately away. Some people were licked by the flames of the incendiary bombs, their clothes instantly caught fire, and they rolled on the ground in pain, howling heartbreakingly.

The warehouse on the dock was not spared either. The roof was blown off and the cargo was scattered all over the ground by the impact of the explosion and was instantly engulfed in flames.

Thick smoke billowed into the sky, intertwining with the diffuse dust, shrouding the entire port in a doomsday chaos. The ground was littered with ruins and people crying for help miserably, as if it were purgatory on earth.