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

Nashkar's winters are the driest, especially today.

Unlike usual, this afternoon was unusually quiet, so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat.

A fire was burning on the dilapidated house, crackling and popping, the smell of burning filling the air, as if a piece of meat had been roasted to a crisp, a heartbreaking sight.

The broken city is like a child's broken building blocks, scattered all over the place, a mess.

Hidden within the broken house are pairs of eyes, eyes bloodshot and filled with tears.

The gunfire subsided, but my heart continued to pound, becoming even more rapid.

For people caught in the crossfire, a ceasefire is a blind box they dare not open.

The ecstasy of escaping death and the despair of facing imminent annihilation are determined the moment the blind box is opened.

RSF is known for its massacres; they've heard of its infamous deeds, so much so that when the city is besieged, everyone has nightmares about it to some extent.

As for the government troops, they weren't much better off; many of them had their supplies looted by them.

Even if they win, who can guarantee that those crazed soldiers won't do something heinous?

But they also did not want the war to continue, as lack of water, food, disease, and stray bullets from who-knows-where could all kill them.

Government soldiers were scattered throughout the city, organizing a final breakout.

The soldiers gripped their guns tightly, silently chanting "Allahu Akbar" in their hearts.

Regardless of the sincerity of past prayers, this prayer is sincere.

With blood on his face and tears in his eyes, he cried out to God, who was nowhere to be found.

The commander looked at the soldiers around him but didn't say anything more.

He gripped the communicator in his hand and solemnly said, "Reporting to headquarters, we are preparing to break out."

"I agree to break out. Take care."

Commander Burhan hung up the communication and looked solemnly at the map hanging on the wall next to him.

Nashkar is located in the middle of the two sides' front lines. If the rebels take it, they will have the opportunity to advance directly to the east coast, cutting the government's controlled area in two directions, which will be very unfavorable for them.

He never expected that what was originally intended as support for the guerrillas and the recruitment of those four superhumans would lead to the dispatch of reinforcements to launch a fierce attack on the central front.

The central theater was in a stalemate, and the other side had no intention of attacking Nashkar.

As a result, when our army launched a fierce attack, the enemy broke through at the slightest touch, and the battle line retreated step by step, eventually leading to the city being besieged.

You don't know how bad your army is until you fight it.

Now that the guerrillas have disappeared and Nashkar has fallen, sending more people there would be like grinding meat into a pulp.

The situation instantly turned passive.

But thankfully, the Americans have arrived, which might offer a glimmer of hope.

Currently, the major regional powers surrounding both sides are betting on both sides. Once the support of the Americans is secured, the situation will become clear instantly.

If Americans want gold mines, just give them to them. As long as I can be president, we can make money together.

At the appointed time, Commander Burhan met with FBI Director Cash in the reception room.

Director Kash leaned back on the sofa.

"I only want those four people; I don't want to get involved in anything else."

Commander Burhan sat beside him, leaning forward: "What do I get in return for helping you?"

Director Kash remained indifferent, head held high, looking down at the other party: "Sorry, you don't have the right to negotiate with me. Besides, a three-day ceasefire is quite advantageous for you, isn't it?"

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Outside Nashkar, the RSF army completed its pre-battle mobilization.

The entire force of over a thousand men, six tanks, one ground-attack missile vehicle, one air defense missile vehicle, and a large number of drones and robotic dogs were ready to charge into the city and wreak havoc at any time.

Just as the commander was about to give the order, the communications officer approached.

"Sir, headquarters has sent a message ordering you to withdraw your troops. This is the 12th time the general has ordered you to withdraw in the last three days."

The commander said with a stern face, "I didn't retreat when we were besieging the city, and now that we're finally about to enter, you want me to retreat? Impossible! My soldiers won't agree to it either! Unless he sends someone to take my command."

The soldiers shouted in unison in response to their commander's declaration.

The communications officer said with difficulty, "The general said it was the Americans' idea; they want to negotiate a three-day ceasefire and ask us to withdraw our troops."

The commander countered, "Has a ceasefire agreement been signed?"

"not yet."

"Then there's no ceasefire! Get into the city!"

The main force was about to set off when scouts came running over.

"Sir, there is a troop heading towards us from the north."

"how many people?"

"A dozen or so."

The commander chuckled: "Those guerrillas, huh? They're just here to die."

"But there are 6 tanks."

"what?"

The commander stared wide-eyed at the audience below, counting that he only had six tanks. Where did the guerrillas get so many tanks?

It couldn't have been dug out of the desert, could it?

"It's alright, just stragglers. We've already hit the government army's tanks, let alone these guerrillas. We'll use swarm tactics first, and if that fails, we'll use air-to-ground missiles. The army shouldn't rush into the city; we can go in after we've taken out these six tanks."

The army quickly dispersed into combat units across the desert, preparing to confront the approaching guerrillas.

The soldiers remained calm. Even though the enemy had six tanks, it was nothing to worry about given their overwhelming firepower and numbers.

Having just defeated a relentless stream of government troops, these guerrillas were nothing more than appetizers to them.

The so-called swarm tactic involves attaching explosives to drones and sending them ramming tanks.

Tanks with insufficient firepower are easily damaged.

Drones are inexpensive; exchanging dozens of drones for an expensive tank and experienced tank crew is an extremely worthwhile trade. The drones swarmed out like bees, buzzing towards the tanks.

Sitting in the armored vehicle behind, Li Ji could clearly see the drones attacking him with all twenty-five pairs of eyes.

He kept hearing the panicked brainwaves of the soldiers in his mind, and he regretted not having added an emotion filtering system. He was being driven crazy by these emotions.

It's just 50 against 1500, right? The advantage is in my hands, isn't it? What's there to be afraid of?

"Delulu, apply electromagnetic interference."

"Got it, meow."

As Dailu rode her motorcycle, wherever her gaze fell, drones instantly emitted smoke, wobbled, and crashed to the ground, exploding into countless clouds of dust.

A large number of drones crashed one after another, with explosions echoing continuously, and the entire desert was shrouded in yellow sand.

The RSF soldiers shouted excitedly, "It's blown up! It's blown up!"

"Guerrillas are nothing special!"

"Time to go into the city and have some fun!"

The commander peered through his binoculars at the dust cloud in the distance, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Suddenly, his lips froze and didn't move.

A tank emerged from the vast expanse of yellow sand.

Then came the second, the third, and finally all six tanks emerged unscathed and scattered across the plain.

The soldiers were somewhat agitated: "How come not a single one was destroyed?"

"It's alright, it's alright, they were just lucky. Don't worry, we still have missiles. Even if they come at us head-on, we're not afraid."

The commander ordered the ground-attack missiles to be fired at the tank.

The huge cube on the back of the missile vehicle rose upwards, and with a loud bang, a streak of fire shot out from the dark muzzle.

A missile streaked across the sky, leaving a long trail as it flew toward the enemy tank.

Li Ji immediately called out, "Shark Baby, it's your turn."

"Roger that!"

Shark jumped off the armored vehicle and ran on all fours, moving with incredible speed, instantly reaching the front of the group.

He leaped dozens of meters high and delivered an uppercut.

"Bam—"

The missile exploded in mid-air, the deafening roar and the thick smoke lingering in the air for a long time.

Those with binoculars could see this scene clearly.

A Black child sprinted at a speed far exceeding that of an armored vehicle, leaping dozens of meters high and punching a missile to destroy it.

Moreover, the kid landed on the ground completely unharmed, except for his clothes.

An indescribable fear spread through everyone's hearts.

"Superhumans really exist! It's terrifying!"

In an instant, morale among the troops wavered.

The commander's heart began to race without him even realizing it.

Could there really be superhumans?

He immediately ordered suppressive fire and concentrated artillery fire to eliminate the enemy.

The entire army launched an attack, assaulting the guerrillas on the vast plains.

Six tanks were deployed in a dispersed manner.

Li Ji strictly followed the tactical thinking of the Soviet veterans, maneuvering tanks to move back and forth for cover.

Under Delulu's gaze, the enemy's drones and robotic dogs all malfunctioned like toys without power.

The enemy tanks were completely disorganized, seemingly driving wherever they wanted.

Li Ji has a sense of absurdity, like a beginner watching a novice play Go like a game of Gomoku.

He focused his attention, maneuvering the tanks to provide cover, and with just one shot, he easily hit an enemy tank that had ventured too far into enemy territory.

Before the enemy could retaliate, two more shots destroyed the tank.

Shark provided aerial protection, constantly using uppercuts to intercept incoming missiles.

The infantry advanced in droves. Milia stood atop an armored vehicle, holding a heavy machine gun. Bullets rained down on her, and her sickly laughter echoed across the battlefield, terrifying the enemy soldiers.

Before they knew it, Li Ji had destroyed three enemy tanks in a row, while his own side had not made a single shot.

RSF tank crews kept sending distress signals to command.

"Their tank crews are so experienced! The tank teams work together like they're on the same wavelength! Their tactics are so advanced, we can't fight them at all—"

"Oh!"

Before he could finish speaking, the tank exploded.

Li Ji even found the crushing victory somewhat boring.

He originally thought that these old World War II tactics were no longer suitable for the modern battlefield, but he did not expect that the other side would fight him on the plains and that their tactical concepts were so outdated that they seemed like children playing house. Wouldn't that make the Soviet tank tactics invincible?

However, faced with the enemy's relentless artillery barrage and fire suppression, although they annihilated many enemy soldiers, they found it difficult to advance.

If the tug-of-war continues, and they run out of fuel and ammunition, the situation will become passive.

To catch the thief, first catch the king. As long as their command system is destroyed, the entire combat system will be paralyzed.

"Shark, can you see the enemy's command center?"

"I can see it!"

Shark swung the tank, smashing the missiles like he was playing badminton.

"Help me carry Tank Number One and jump to a height of about 15 meters!" (End of Chapter)