He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Captain Cat said in the earpiece, "Just give in, meow. It's all the same old act for the chairman, so what difference does it make?"

The cat doctor swallowed hard: "I'll join, because I'm a wealthy cat burdened with the trauma of my people."

"They are from Fu'er."

"Yes, I am a queer cat."

"never mind."

Li Ji said, "I'll take care of the trade routes. That seems like a very dangerous job. Transporting strategic materials deep inside enemy territory sounds exciting. So, do we need a base?"

Ababa pointed to a town on the map: "This town called Dafur has underground defenses, making it a good base."

Delulu asked, "Does our new organization need a new name?"

Abbaba said urgently, “Call it the God's Salvation Society!”

Li Ji shook his head: "Absolutely not. Let's call it the Soviet Liberators Alliance!"

"Soviet cat for short?"

-

At RSF headquarters, a dark-skinned Arab officer, General Hemeti, sat at his desk.

He examined the battle reports sent by various units, which were filled with records of the massacre of Black civilians.

General Hemeti smiled with satisfaction and beckoned his adjutant over to light a fine cigar.

He took a drag of his cigarette and went to the sand table.

The sand table is aligned with a national map, and the red and blue pieces on it represent the RSF and the government forces, respectively.

His gaze was fixed on the only black piece.

"Captain Nasir's troops have surrounded Ababa in the mountains, and they will be wiped out today. These hyenas will finally stop bothering me on my turf. Check with Captain Nasir about the current situation; according to the time, it should be over by now. I still need to speak with the UAE representative."

The adjutant tactfully left.

General Hemeti made a phone call to the UAE representative at the agreed time.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, he quickly got to the point.

"As long as the next batch of arms arrives on time, we can withdraw the front line to the east coast before spring. It's the same equipment; those missiles last time were too powerful! They completely destroyed their air superiority."

"We'll still bring it in via the same route, through Chad and across the western border. I have plenty of gold; I won't go into debt."

"Don't worry, that trade route is very safe. Half of the Soviet Union is under my control, the western route is all under my control, and Chad also supports me. You don't need to worry about the safety of the route."

"You mean those guerrillas? They've all been wiped out."

"The Masalit guerrillas are still around, but that was an hour ago. My troops just wiped them out completely. If you don't believe me, I can send you the head of their leader. Hahaha."

"Okay, that's settled. It's a deal!"

General Hemeti hung up the phone, took a leisurely drag on his cigarette, and the hazy smoke enveloped the glass lampshade, giving the whole room a somewhat psychedelic feel.

There was a knock at the door, and the adjutant pushed it open, his brow furrowed, clutching the communicator in his hand.

"General, this is bad."

Hemeti suddenly frowned and leaned forward: "What's going on?"

"Captain Nasir cannot be reached."

General Khmeiti chuckled dryly and leaned back in his chair.

“I thought it was something serious. It’s okay, this guy is probably just having another killing contest. They’ll report back once they’ve finished killing the prisoners of war.”

The adjutant said worriedly, "Is there any possibility—"

"No!" General Hemeti slammed his fist on the table. "A force of over a hundred men, equipped with armored vehicles and the most advanced weaponry. The enemy has only a few dozen old, weak, and disabled men, armed with old-fashioned hunting rifles, and barely any body armor. What can they possibly fight us with? They might not even be able to defeat us with a hundred cows."

“That’s true. Those guys, even when they go hunting lions on the grasslands, several of them die.” The adjutant laughed.

General Hemeti stood up, went to the sand table, and removed the chess piece representing the guerrillas.

He picked up the military chess piece representing the Nasir forces and pondered it repeatedly.

"Should I transfer them to garrison the capital, or send them on the eastern front for an attack?"

The two studied the sand table for a long time.

Suddenly, the communicator in the adjutant's hand vibrated.

He smiled and said, "There must be news."

"Nasir is so slow."

General Hemeti smiled and picked up the communicator: "This is General Hemeti, reporting your results, Captain Nasir."

A hissing sound came from the communicator, the voice indistinct and childlike.

"Hey, hey, hey, this is Shark Baby. I didn't get any of the spoils. What do they taste like? Which box are they in? Are they juicy? I like them very juicy, the kind that bursts with juice when you bite into them."

Hemeti and his adjutant exchanged bewildered glances.

Are you sure this is Nasir's channel?

"Yes, I'm sure. How come it's a little kid?"

The adjutant asked, "Who are you? Where is Captain Nasir? Have him answer to us."

The other person said impatiently, "I'm Shark Baby! Can't you even understand human language?!"

Are you a communications soldier?

The other person roared impatiently, "I'm Shark Baby! Are you brain-dead?"

Hemeti said unhappily, "Let your leader speak!"

"Oh."

Hemeti complained, "The quality of this year's recruits is so poor, what's the difference between them and bandits?"

A moment later, a male voice came through the communicator: "Hello, McDonald's, how can I help you?"

Hemeti frowned: "Is this channel really okay?"

The adjutant said, "McDonald's doesn't use radios either." Khmeiti sternly rebuked him, "I am General Khmeiti! Stop this nonsense, or I'll send you to the desert to feed the lions! Get that Nasir guy on the phone right now!"

The man on the other end of the line said lazily, "Sorry, this is McDonald's. We don't offer lion feeding services. If you want to feed lions, you can go to the zoo. You seem a bit irritable. I recommend the Chicken McNuggets; they're quite spicy, but they're delicious. I personally prefer the Colonel's Chicken Nuggets, though they're discontinued and are now called Golden Chicken Nuggets. Oh well~"

General Khmeiti was completely bewildered and asked sternly, "Who exactly are you?"

"I am Li Ji."

Who is Li Ji?

"Li Ji is your father! *beep*"

With the radio cut off, Hemeti's pent-up anger suddenly went unvented.

The adjutant looked terrified: "I'll send someone to thoroughly investigate the situation right away!"

After saying that, he ran out.

General Hemeti stared intently at the black object outside the sand table, his expression blank.

He picked up the chess piece and put it back in its original place.

The chess piece representing Captain Nasir was taken out and held in his hand, stroking it carefully.

"That's impossible. How could they do that?"

Soon, the adjutant reported that Captain Nasir's troops had completely lost contact, and the armored vehicle's onboard GPS was still stuck in place.

While sending people to the scene to investigate the situation, Hemeti also summoned high-ranking military officers.

All the RSF officers at the command post were present, and they gathered around the sand table.

The sand table was filled with black and blue chess pieces.

They need to do one thing—wargaming.

"How exactly did Ababa's 50-odd elderly and weak defeat Nasir?"

After five hours of simulations, the senior officers of the RSF were exhausted and drenched in sweat, but still had no clue whatsoever.

The terrain for this battle was simple: a solitary hill surrounded by savanna.

The staff was also streamlined, with no more than two hundred people in total from both sides.

RSF officers conducted 74 consecutive simulations, all of which resulted in Nasir's resounding victory.

Everyone frowned, unable to utter a word.

Several young officers burst into inappropriate laughter from a corner, accompanied by excited shouts: "I won!"

General Khmeiti strode over and shouted, "What are you laughing at? You won with guerrillas?"

The young officer's eyes darted around, avoiding direct eye contact with General Hemeti.

"say!"

"Yes!"

General Hemeti smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and pulled him to the sand table, where all the officers gathered around.

"Come on, show me how you deduced this."

The young officer bit his lip and mechanically picked up a black chess piece.

"This is Captain America."

Everyone was stunned.

General Hemeti could not believe his ears; officers nearby were already clenching their fists.

"With Captain America, is there any need for deduction?"

“Yes, we need to. We'll still lose if we only use Captain America.” The young officer picked up another black piece. “This is Thor. That's enough.”

"Get out! All of you, get out!"

Everyone left, leaving only General Hemeti standing in front of the sand table. He repeatedly tried to deduce the solution, but could not find an answer.

This terrified him.

What he feared was not the guerrillas themselves; they were just a bunch of scattered soldiers who could amount to nothing.

But what kind of force is behind these scattered soldiers, and how could they destroy an entire organized army of his in his territory in such a seamless way?

"Is it a foreign force? What methods did they use? Missiles? Impossible."

According to the latest reconnaissance report, Nasir's forces have all disappeared, and Nasir himself and a large number of his soldiers are missing.

Some of the fallen soldiers had numerous blunt force injuries and fractures, suggesting they had been beaten with a high-hardness blunt object, and all showed signs of execution.

This indicates that the enemy did not use missiles, but rather close-quarters combat to annihilate their troops.

As for where Nasir and the remaining soldiers are?
Nasir was surrounded by darkness, and he could only feel his body swaying, accompanied by the roar of a truck engine.

There seemed to be people close to him, probably his own soldiers.

Faint cries of agony rose and fell.

The air was thick with an unpleasant stench, a mixture of sweat and blood that forced even this veteran to hold his breath.

Suddenly, the brakes came on, and he crashed headfirst into the arms of the person next to him.

"what's the situation?"

Everyone was very nervous, but they were all blindfolded and had no idea what was happening.

In the driver's seat, Li Ji looked at the drone flying towards him, its gun muzzle exceptionally black.

He got out of the car unhurriedly, raised his hands towards the drone, and smiled confidently.

"I mean no harm! I'm here to deliver prisoners of war!"

The drone was still buzzing as it approached.

"Does this thing not have a microphone?" (End of Chapter)