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

The next morning, Li Ji woke up groggily, finding the wooden bed uncomfortable.

I felt completely dry; the tropical desert climate felt like being put in an oven.

He picked up a piece of solid honeycomb fermented liquid, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it while forcing himself to endure the nausea.

He stepped out of the cave, the golden sunlight so bright it was blinding.

Delulu sat on the rock, licking the back of her hand: "You're awake, meow. Someone's looking for you, meow."

"Who?"

A dozen or so young men from Fuer walked in, all of them thin and hunched over.

Li Ji stared at them blankly, wondering what these people were doing there.

Dailu patted his shoulder: "Shark said you had a plan yesterday, but I didn't believe it, meow. I didn't expect these people to come and join us this morning. You do know a bit about Earth psychology, meow."

Do I understand?
Li Ji had no idea why these black guys had come today; they looked like they were begging for food because they were hungry.

Shark Baby laughed heartily: "I knew Li Ji could predict it!"

Lee Ki's eyes darted around, he seemed guilty but said nothing.

They incorporated 17 Fuers into the guerrilla force, and these men went back to the village and gathered some able-bodied men, bringing the total number of healthy soldiers to 42.

Forty-two people were collectively put into training as tank crews, receiving intensive training from Soviet veterans.

It would be almost impossible for Soviet black soldiers, whose average level of education was only primary school dropout, to master a complex machine like a tank.

During each training session, no one is allowed within 200 meters of the tank, otherwise a fatal accident could easily occur.

Shark was hit once, and the tank almost flipped over.

The Soviet instructors were so angry they stomped their feet: "You bunch of idiots should be in Siberia peeling potatoes!"

After seven days of training, the soldiers became proficient in starting the engine and eating.

Now everyone can eat a kilogram of nutritional paste with each meal, which is fantastic.

Shark Bao's comment: "I could catch 42 gorillas and they would be better than them."

Such a group is simply incapable of forming a fighting force. Li Ji wished he could split himself into two and control all the tanks.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into his mind, and a solution instantly came to him.

“Shabao, tell everyone to bring out all the electronic devices in the village, anything with copper, iron, or semiconductors. We won’t take them for free; we’ll buy them.”

"doing what?"

"Just bring it here and that's it."

Shark Bao led the soldiers into the village.

Dailu asked Li Ji curiously, "What kind of trick are you going to pull now, meow?"

Li Ji clenched his fist excitedly: "I want to create a control system that will allow me to operate eight tanks simultaneously. My brain is just too smart, and I hope it can handle multi-threaded work."

Delulu narrowed her eyes: "I think I understand what you're going to do, meow."

Ababa asked Milia, looking completely bewildered, "What are they talking about?"

Milia shrugged: "You're asking me? Who should I ask? My brain isn't that sharp either."

When the villagers saw the guerrillas coming with money to buy things, they were eager to bring out all their electronic devices.

If it were Soviet currency, they certainly wouldn't be so enthusiastic. After all, during times of war, a country's currency depreciates rapidly and becomes less valuable than toilet paper in just a few months.

But what they were carrying were bright green US dollars, hard currency, which is no different from gold.

Sharkbao is aggressively recycling scrap.

A cell phone with a shattered screen, a broken computer, an old refrigerator, an old TV, a rusty tetanus shot bottle with a leak, an old shovel older than the Soviet Union, and adult toys with a patina...

Shark carried a truck full of junk back to the camp.

Li Ji disassembled the useful materials and stuffed them into the 3D printer one by one.

One by one, black bodysuits were printed out from inside.

There are 42 pieces in total, and each piece of clothing has densely packed metal patches inside, which are densely distributed on the head and limbs.

In addition, there was a black helmet, which looked like a hairnet and had dense metal patches on it.

Li Ji had his team members put on black bodysuits, while he himself put on a helmet.

Everyone did as instructed, and the result was a dark mass, like a tangled mess of hair lying on the ground.

Shark frowned: "It looks even more like a gorilla this way."

Looking at his inexplicable bulge, Aku asked awkwardly, "Boss, what are you doing? This is so embarrassing."

Li Ji said earnestly, "First of all, don't call me 'boss,' we are all equals. Just call me 'commander.' Secondly, this is equipment to help you become outstanding soldiers."

Everyone's eyes widened with excitement: "Will wearing this make us invulnerable to swords and spears?"

A decisive practitioner immediately picked up a pistol and pointed it at his own forehead.

With quick reflexes, Shark Baby kicked him three meters away, preventing the tragedy.

Li Ji said seriously, "Don't move so fast! You'll experience the magic of this garment right now."

Suddenly everyone started to move in unison, as if they all shared the same brain.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, "What's going on? I didn't move!"

"My legs are out of control!"

Li Ji frowned: "Don't panic, I'm the one controlling you."

Everyone exclaimed, "This is witchcraft!"

“This is science!” Li Ji explained. “This suit has signal receiving and transmission devices that can receive your brainwave signals and transmit them to me. I can gain your vision and control your limbs.”

Li Ji's mind is in a mess right now, with 43 visual fields and 176 limbs to control at the same time.

Even someone as intelligent as him could feel the buzzing pressure in his brain.

After listening, everyone's eyes lit up with clarity.

"I didn't understand at all," Delulu said helplessly. "This is witchcraft, meow."

"Now I understand!"

Li Ji sighed helplessly: "Can you cooperate?"

"You've used witchcraft, so of course we'll cooperate! But won't we die?"

"Not at all."

Will it shorten my lifespan?

"will not."

"Surely there must be some price to pay for witchcraft?"

"My brain cells will die faster."

Everyone exclaimed: "Our commander is truly dedicated to us, willing to risk his brain to lead us in fighting the enemy!" Instantly, morale soared.

But to no avail, Lee Ki still had to face 43 images and 176 limbs.

He began to try doing more specialized work.

The 21 people on the left start walking forward simultaneously, while the 21 people on the right start walking backward simultaneously.

Shark Baby jumped up and down excitedly, shouting, "Go Lee Ki!"

Dailu quickly covered his mouth: "Quiet down, don't disturb him, this is very difficult, meow. Li Ji is simply a super genius, meow."

"is it hard?"

"Try drawing a circle with your left hand and a square with your right hand, and you'll see, meow."

Shark did as instructed, and two perfect circles and squares appeared on the ground.

"It's not difficult."

Delulu frowned: "You're a monster too, meow. Then try drawing a triangle and a parallelogram for each of your feet, meow."

Shark did as instructed.

A perfect set of circles, squares, equilateral triangles, and parallelograms appeared on the ground.

Dailulu's brow twitched, but she remained silent.

Sha Bao asked curiously, "Class monitor, why aren't you saying anything?"

"My mouth hurts, meow."

Milia tried, but couldn't do it at all.

She herself finds it difficult to operate both hands at the same time, and she can't believe the difficulty Li Ji faces in controlling 42 people simultaneously.

Li Ji held his breath; he felt his head burning.

Let's try a new round, dividing the original two groups into four groups, each moving in one of the four directions.

The four groups of people were perfectly aligned, even more so than the military parade formations.

After a day of effort, Li Ji was able to control 42 people to walk in a relaxed manner at the same time. Each person seemed to be walking on their own, without being synchronized with anyone else's movements.

Delulu stared in disbelief: "This is incredible, meow. This brain is simply not human, meow."

Li Ji said with difficulty, "Are you praising me or insulting me?"

"Save your energy, meow."

Indeed, while it is possible to control 42 people to walk independently, it is still a long way from controlling 8 tanks.

Not only that, he was also responsible for the tactical command of eight tanks, and he had to spend time every day learning tank tactics from the veterans.

By the end of the day, my brain felt as hot as an old business laptop that had just finished playing games, hot enough to boil water.

Every night, I can fall asleep as soon as I touch the bed.

He had to reduce the personnel to three per tank: a gunner, a driver, and a loader.

This way, you only need to control 24 people, which greatly reduces the difficulty.

The remaining people acted as scouts, sharing vision but not controlling their bodies.

This would make things much simpler, but it would still be difficult.

Dailulu repeatedly suggested that she also control a few people.

However, the proposal was rejected because she had difficulty drawing a circle with her left hand and a square with her right.

More importantly, Li Ji can operate eight tanks simultaneously, enabling precise command and eliminating the hassle of communication between multiple people.

After another day of training, Li Ji was able to skillfully operate six tanks to complete complex tactics such as infiltration. His driving, loading, and firing were all smooth and efficient.

Soviet veterans praised, "These black comrades learn quite quickly; they should have no problem going to the battlefield."

However, after six machines, the difficulty increases exponentially with each additional machine.

Li Ji had to make Milia cover her head to cool down in order to maintain her condition.

Milia held Liki's head in her arms and looked at Delulu with a smile.

Delulu's expression was calm, but her heart was already churning: Milia won't let you hug him, let go, let me do it!
The more indifferent her expression, the happier Milia smiled: "The class monitor actually cares a lot, doesn't she? But she can't show it. She's so cute like this. Now, does that mean she won't react to anything I do to Lee Ki?"
While Li Ji was still training, a scout returned and reported the situation.

“The government forces in Nashkar are no longer providing support, and the RSF will soon be entering the city. If they capture Nashkar, tens of thousands of civilians inside will be in danger. Moreover, once they get Nashkar, the RSF will soon be advancing towards us.”

Li Ji immediately decided to go and support Nashkar.

Six tanks plus three aliens should be able to defeat the enemy's several thousand people, right?

If only it had been one day later, Mr. L would have delivered the missiles tomorrow. Unfortunately, it's too late.

The guerrillas' eight tanks drove in a long procession across the wasteland, with gusts of yellow sand swirling in the wind.

Milia covered Li Ji's head and shouted excitedly, "We're about to go on a killing spree!"

"My ears are going to go deaf!" (End of Chapter)