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

The young man, who was stubbornly gnawing on the cube, was displeased when he heard Ababa's mockery.

If even this 70-year-old white-bearded man can take a bite, why can't I?

No matter how hard he tried, he felt like his teeth were about to break and he couldn't bite off a single piece.

No, I can't lose face in front of everyone, lest they look down on us Fuers.

He simply let go of his mouth, deliberately bulging out his stomach, and let out a loud burp.

"I'm full. It was really good."

Ababa tried his best to control his pupils so they wouldn't grow larger.

This thing is clearly impossible to bite off. Can something that can smash a tank really be bitten off with your teeth?

The villagers lined up to eat, and after they finished, they all pretended to pat their bellies and said, "I'm full."

There was a boy who honestly said, "I can't bite it off."

Everyone laughed at him, saying he wasn't grown up yet and wasn't strong enough.

Ababa was getting increasingly suspicious. Could it be that the people of Fuer were born with superhuman strength, with teeth comparable to hydraulic pliers?

The chief frowned in disbelief. He had almost ground his teeth to powder but still couldn't bite it off. How come everyone else could do it? Could it be that he was really getting old?

He lay down on the block again, his teeth grinding together.

"full."

He released his mouth, leaving a few drops of blood on the cube.

Ababa asked, "Now that you've all eaten, can you trust us and let us pass?"

"No."

"Why not? It doesn't count because you ate the food!"

The chief had a stern face.

Why not? Well, of course, I didn't get to eat anything!
If I were to take a few hundred of these things back with me, I'd either be slaughtered by the rebels or starve to death.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, the sound of an engine came from afar.

"Tanks! The rebels are coming! Run, everyone!"

The villagers scattered and fled into their houses.

The guerrillas instantly went into combat readiness, grabbing their guns and taking cover behind bunkers.

Aku pressed himself against the wall, squinting as he looked closely, and spotted a motorcycle among the vehicles. The rider looked very familiar.

"It's Shark Baby! The boss and the others are back!"

Everyone immediately emerged from behind the bunker, grinning broadly and revealing their white teeth.

"My God, the boss really conjured up eight tanks! Tanks!"

Li Ji's tank formation came to a stop.

The guerrillas rushed over to watch.

Ababa touched the tank, his dim, yellowish eyes shining brightly, like the eyes of a fish.

"I've never been this close to anything before, only ever been touched by this thing!"

Akku rested his head on the tank: "I think I've fallen in love with it. I want to marry it."

Shark Baby said with a look of disgust, "Oh no, even Earthlings' sexual fetishes have been contaminated."

Looking at the empty village, Li Ji asked curiously, "What's going on? Where have all the villagers gone?"

Ababa told him, "When the villagers saw the tanks coming, they all thought the RSF was coming to massacre the city, so they ran away."

“Call everyone out and distribute food to them. If we want to unite different ethnic groups, we must first make them feel warmth and care.”

The guerrillas knocked on doors one by one and invited the villagers out.

Their eyes widened in disbelief at the eight tanks. Was this still a guerrilla force? Weren't guerrillas usually just the old, weak, sick, and scattered? Before, they couldn't even muster a single gun among a dozen men; how come they'd suddenly produced tanks? And eight of them?
Shark carried two cubes to everyone.

Li Jixuan preached: "Don't be afraid, everyone. We are the Soviet Liberators Alliance. Together with you, we will fight against the RSF rebels who persecute us and the government army that does nothing but plunder the people's wealth. Let's unite and not be oppressed by them."

The black men all had unfocused eyes and ashen faces, and they kept scratching their butts.

Li Ji knew that talking big and empty words was meaningless at this point; it was better to take some practical action.

"We are now distributing food to everyone."

A young Black man walked up decisively and took a bite out of the cube with a "crunch".

Li Ji looked completely bewildered.

"What are you doing?"

The young Black man, looking dazed, patted his belly and said, "That was delicious. I'm full. *burp*"

Li Ji was dumbfounded. What was going on?
Are the people of Fulmin intellectually disabled?
They're all dressed in modern clothes and don't look like savages anymore. They can't be that silly and cute, can they?
He didn't speak, but silently drew two diagonal lines on the top of the cube with his finger.

The blue outer packaging instantly burst open, revealing the milky white nutritional paste inside.

Li Ji cut off a piece with his knife: "Who's still hungry? Have a bite!"

The villagers couldn't believe their eyes; they glared fiercely at Ababa.

You wicked old man! You lied to us! Is this how you eat it?

Ababa covered his cheek with his eyes darting around, as if to say: Don't look at me, I'm missing a tooth too. I'm over seventy, and it won't grow back.

After distributing the food to everyone, Li Ji and the others opened the box of Beehive Fermentation Liquid.

The honeycomb fermented liquid resembles a honeycomb; it is a bright yellow solid with dense pores on its surface.

Cut off a piece, put it in your mouth, and it instantly turns into water.

This is a special version made for express delivery, and its flavor is much inferior to the original. Unless it's extremely difficult to make, I won't drink it.

The black men, with one hand holding the honeycomb fermented liquid and the other the nutritional paste, ate with great excitement, spinning around happily.

Shark Baby frowned deeply: "They can eat such disgusting food with such relish. If our cafeteria moved to Earth, it would be nominated for the best restaurant."

“They were mainly starving.” Milia sat on the tank, her legs swaying gently together, a smile on her face. “But on another level, these people are quite easy to feed. Raising a few hundred would be quite good.”

"You still know they're human!"

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Li Ji did not discuss recruiting soldiers or cooperation further, but simply used the route to set up camp in the mountains.

They used a cave as their base, parked their tanks outside, and covered them with desert camouflage.

At night, Ababa talked to his comrades with a puzzled expression.

"The boss told us to unite with the Fuers, so why did he give them food today but not try to recruit them?"

"Could it be because the eldest brother saw them chewing on packaging and thought they had intellectual disabilities, so he abandoned them?"

Ababa's face turned ashen, and he remained silent.

Li Ji lay on a bed made of wooden planks, with the other three people's beds next to him.

Dailulu asked, "Each tank crew requires 3-5 people, and we simply don't have that many people. What are you planning to do, meow?"

"No rush, someone will be here in a couple of days."

"Those Fuers, meow? If you wanted to recruit them, why didn't you say so after giving them food today, meow?"

Sha Bao said, "Li Ji must have had a long-term plan."

Milia agreed: "That's right, that's right, there's definitely some Earth psychology involved."

Li Ji lay on the bed without saying a word.

He kept asking himself: Why didn't I say that back then? (End of Chapter)