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

Amidst the chaos of battle, a tank leaped into the air, soaring over 30 meters high.

A heavy shadow fell on the RSF soldier's face.

"The tank is flying! Run!"

Many disobeyed the order to charge and turned around to flee in panic.

The RSF commander stared at the flying tank from afar, his mouth agape in astonishment.

"Fire anti-aircraft missiles immediately!"

It was too late. The tank's cannon shook, and a shell hurtled toward the command post.

"Boom" a loud noise.

The entire command post was engulfed in flames.

With the command center paralyzed, the various tactical squads began to fight independently.

Li Ji used tanks to quickly penetrate and cut off enemy tactical units geographically.

Guerrilla tanks can have eyes in the back to instantly fire their cannons.

A young Black boy would come charging at you, swinging a wrecked armored vehicle.

The blonde, busty woman was firing wildly with a heavy machine gun in each hand, laughing incessantly as she shot, and she was also impervious to bullets and blades.

The RSF soldiers gradually collapsed.

The black guerrilla scouts rushed out of the bushes excitedly, only to be immediately surrounded by a dozen fully armed RSF soldiers.

The guerrilla fighters trembled as they gripped their guns; these were ruthless killers.

Was he going to die in his very first battle after joining the guerrillas?

Mom, I sacrificed myself for the liberation of the nation!

Just as he was about to burst into tears, the RSF soldiers all threw down their weapons, raised their hands, and said in unison, "We surrender."

The guerrilla fighters displayed the standard "black guy with a question mark" face.

He dared not confirm it again and immediately used his gun to lead the group of prisoners of war back.

Soon, the RSF soldiers were completely routed and surrendered.

A single guerrilla fighter can capture dozens of RSF soldiers.

The RSF soldiers dared not break out. They were not afraid of that one guerrilla, but they were afraid that if they were any slower in surrendering, that little black boy would charge up with a tank.

Shark Baby waved a tank in one hand and ran around excitedly across the wasteland.

Lee Ki's voice came through the earphones: "It's over, Shark Baby."

"Have all the bad guys been beaten up?"

"It's all over."

Sha Bao threw the tank off as easily as throwing down two small knives, even though the tank made a loud rumble when it hit the ground.

Milia put down the smoking, hot machine gun and walked with a smile toward the prisoners of war squatting on the ground.

"Who said the bad guys are all gone? Aren't there still plenty here? These genocidal demons should all taste the bullets of justice, shouldn't they?"

"That bullet you fired was completely unjust."

Li Ji pressed down on her gun barrel, but was burned and pulled his hand back: "You almost blew this gun apart."

The prisoners of war were squatting in a large group on the desert, with only a few dozen guerrillas holding guns on the periphery, as if they were watching a flock of chickens.

After counting the prisoners of war, Delulu said, "There are 942 in total, meow. Considering that some of the remaining soldiers escaped, we estimate that we only killed 2 or 3 enemy soldiers, meow."

Li Ji was somewhat surprised: "So many people surrendered?"

The prisoners of war muttered among themselves, "Are we just waiting to be crushed by tanks if we don't surrender?"

I've seen people killed by tanks, but being crushed to death by one is a first in human history.

Li Ji handled these prisoners of war using the same old methods, handing them over to the government army.

This was their first meeting with the government forces, and these prisoners of war were enough to serve as leverage.

Inside Nashkar, the remnants of the government forces, who were preparing to break out, were thrown into panic by the incessant artillery fire outside.

Everyone covered their helmets and huddled in the cover.

Are they going to level the city?

The commander, listening to the receding artillery fire, sensed something amiss: "Wait a minute! That sound sounds like it's outside the city. Who are they fighting? Could it be that the commander has sent reinforcements again?"

They hugged each other excitedly: "We knew the commander wouldn't abandon us!"

The commander frowned and immediately contacted headquarters to inquire about the battle situation.

Commander Burhan was completely bewildered after hearing this.

I didn't send any troops to support them, did I? Who could they possibly be fighting? Guerrillas?
But out of concern for the soldiers on the front lines, he could only reply: "This is a military secret. You should remain still and wait for the order to break out."

He could clearly hear the garrison on the other end of the phone shouting jubilantly, "Long live the general!"

After hanging up the phone, he immediately summoned the officers to inquire about the situation at the front.

Using satellite technology provided by the Americans, they discovered that outside Nashkar, RSF forces were engaged in combat with a small number of troops.

Due to the low resolution of the satellite, only six tanks of the unit could be seen. The infantry and the enemy were mixed together, and all that could be seen were black dots overhead, making it impossible to distinguish between the two forces.

The government military leadership was completely dumbfounded.

"Six tanks? That can't be guerrillas. Even if guerrillas had superhuman abilities, they couldn't conjure tanks." "Then who else could it be? Our troops haven't been mobilized."

"Could it be that they're fighting amongst themselves?"

"Impossible. According to the information relayed by the undercover agent, Khmeiti issued 12 orders in three days, ordering the front-line troops to withdraw, but they still did not retreat. If Khmeiti wanted to regain command, he would not send heavy firepower to take over."

An intelligence officer knocked on the door and entered to report the situation.

"According to the latest intelligence from the undercover agent, the 1500-strong RSF force on the eastern front has completely collapsed. The enemy is a guerrilla force. The battle is over."

Everyone was both surprised and delighted.

Not only were 1500 enemy troops wiped out, but they also held their own central line, which was on the verge of collapse, and reversed the downward trend. Most importantly, they did nothing at all.

What's astonishing is, where did the guerrillas conjure up six tanks? And how did they manage to defeat an RSF force of over a thousand men with just a small number of old, weak, and disabled soldiers?

The same question was raised at a military meeting of the RSF's top brass.

The atmosphere was so cold it could freeze you instantly.

All the senior executives remained silent.

"Bam—"

General Khmeti angrily slammed his cup down: "I've told him twelve times! Withdraw! Withdraw! But he wouldn't listen, and now look what's happened, the whole army has been wiped out! I should have sent someone to take away his command!"

An officer advised, "General, please calm down and don't hurt yourself. Now that things have come to this, we need to think about our next strategy. We still have at least three days of ceasefire to prepare."

Khmeiti was extremely annoyed by the three-day ceasefire. If they hadn't succumbed to the tyranny of the Americans, they wouldn't have stopped the fire when they were at the height of their power.

In retrospect, it actually saved their lives.

"We don't need to worry about the guerrillas. The Americans will handle it. Once they're gone, I'll make sure the government troops pay!"

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In Nashkar, refugees huddled in dilapidated buildings, cautiously watching the streets.

Everyone held their breath in unison, not daring to make a sound.

On the street, a group of Black guerrillas, carrying guns, swaggered around, shouting, "Come out, everyone! We mean no harm! We're here to liberate Nashkar!"

No one dared to go out.

Loud banging noises came from outside. A thing that looked like a voodoo doll was carrying a house-like block on its back and walking down the street. Its heavy footsteps felt like they were stepping on people's hearts.

"We've prepared food and water for everyone! Don't worry! The RSF have all been driven away! We're all Black, we won't harm you!"

Aku caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a pair of eyes hidden in the dilapidated house. He wanted to go over, but Li Ji stopped him.

“They’re too panicked. We’re not in a hurry. We’ll leave food and water on the street, and they’ll come and get them after we leave.”

The guerrillas did as instructed, placing the nutritional paste blocks and the Hive Man fermentation liquid blocks by the roadside.

As they escorted the prisoners of war through the city, they saw a group of people in military uniforms walking towards them with their hands raised.

Akul said, "They are government troops."

The government army commander raised his hands to show that he had no hostile intentions.

He had prepared to break out of the encirclement, but the enemy was wiped out. Now he was ordered to contact the guerrillas again, hoping that they were friendly to him.

He saw the Asian man leading the group; his gaze was resolute, his demeanor extraordinary, and he wore a black helmet that looked like some kind of futuristic technology.

The little black kid next to him, wearing only a pair of shorts, twirled an AK47 between his fingers like a keychain; his finger strength was simply incredible.

The white-haired Asian woman had an indifferent and unfathomable expression.

The blonde, blue-eyed, busty woman's smile was even more creepy.

The commander discovered that this team consisted of only a dozen or so people. How could such a small force defeat the attacking RSF army?
The RSF army annihilated four waves of reinforcements in succession, turning the area into a meat grinder.

Their own troops were wiped out. How did such an elite force lose to this guerrilla force of old, weak and disabled soldiers?
Li Ji stepped forward, smiling as he extended his hand.

After a brief self-introduction, Li Ji expressed his willingness to hand over the prisoners of war.

The commander frowned as he looked at the nearly one thousand men: "Our troops are not yet capable of receiving these prisoners of war; we need to wait for reinforcements to arrive."

Shark Baby said bluntly, "But there are more of you than us!"

"Actually, we don't quite understand why you guys are able to keep so many people under control."

Shark Baby twirled the AK in her finger: "Is it difficult?"

The commander's face turned ashen, and he was speechless.

They adopted Li Ji's suggestion and moved the entire group outside the city.

Firstly, to prevent prisoners of war from escaping due to the chaotic terrain of the city.

Secondly, to avoid disturbing the local refugees.

While waiting for the government army's negotiating team, Li Ji drove six tanks back to the base area.

Delulu sat down beside her and took a sip of the Hive Man fermented liquid: "What are your plans for the negotiations, meow?"

Li Ji was tense all over, controlling the six tanks with his mind while replying: "We must strive for an independent and autonomous status, and not let the actual control of the Soviet Union Liberation Alliance fall into the hands of the inactive government forces. The more supplies, money and food, the better."

As evening approached, a long convoy of military vehicles came into view, stretching as far as the eye could see, like a giant python winding its way through the desert.

A middle-aged Arab man in a suit got out of the lead SUV and said to Li Ji, "Given that this is the front line, Commander Burhan would like to invite you all to the capital for a talk."

Delulu asked bluntly, "Hasn't your capital fallen?"

The faces of all the government soldiers present were ashen. (End of Chapter)