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

As Li Ji climbed the narrow stairs to the second floor, he could hear Arabic broadcasts coming from the television in the distance.

"The Russian president stated that Russia will have zero tolerance for nuclear threats, and that any country that attempts to launch a nuclear strike against Russia will be met with the same response of deploying nuclear weapons worldwide. He said, 'If the world did not have Russia, it would have no reason to exist.'"

Petrov sat upright on the sofa, his sparse white hair covering his head, his wrinkled face framed by a pair of resolute eyes fixed on the television.

Li Ji knocked on the door and said in Russian, "May I come in?"

"Please come in."

Petrov was somewhat taken aback when he saw him: "You can speak Russian."

"know a little."

Li Ji sat down next to him, watched TV, and then started a conversation: "His words were quite forceful."

Petrov shook his head.

"You think it's not tough enough?"

"No, I can't understand a word. This Arab is talking in a gibberish language that drowns out my voice; I can't hear a single word."

Li Ji relayed the news he had just heard.

Petrov remained silent.

Li Ji said, “I’ve come to you because I need your help with something. I heard that you were a political commissar back then. I hope you can help raise the ideological awareness of the guerrillas. They are already weaker and less educated. If they are like peasant uprisings without ideological guidance, even if they win the war, they will make a mess of the country.”

“I think Burkina Faso next door is very promising if it takes this path. This country has had too many brutal warlords. Perhaps a different path is more suitable for them.”

Putting aside any political stance, it is unrealistic to expect a group of peasants to establish a bourgeois regime. If their ideological level is not improved, they will only give rise to new Khmeti and Burhan in the future.

They were not given a political system to choose from; once the Soviet Union achieved full peace, they would all have the right to choose their own system.

The current task is simply to have Petrov elevate their thinking in order to achieve victory and consolidate their gains.

Petrov gripped his hands tightly: "Leave it to me, Comrade."

The next morning, it was time to meet Mr. L.

Li Ji and others waited outside the village early in the morning.

In the distance, a colossal vehicle could be seen driving towards us from the desert.

It looks like a super-long version of a truck, with dozens of long wheels underneath and a huge cylinder on its back.

"Why is this missile vehicle different from the RSF's? It looks much longer."

"There are things you don't recognize, meow?"

There are so many things I don't know.

Li Ji stepped forward and shook hands with Mr. L to greet him.

"Mr. L, what kind of missile vehicle is this? It looks different from what I usually see."

Mr. L said casually, "Medium-range missile. Range of 1000 to 3000 kilometers."

"so far."

"It can allow you to directly strike the headquarters of the RSF and the government forces, as long as it is not intercepted. I have equipped the missile vehicle with a complete set of instructions, which are simple and easy to understand. Anyone who has graduated from elementary school can operate it."

Li Ji glanced at the group of dull-looking black men behind him: "Wow, the technical threshold is quite high."

After both parties completed the delivery, Li Ji and Mr. L shook hands and said goodbye.

"If you need anything, you can contact me again. I'll be there whenever you need me."

Mr. L rarely smiled; his delicate face looked very handsome when he smiled.

After seeing the other party off, Li Ji immediately got into the car and began studying the instruction manual.

When he saw the two-centimeter-thick book in the driver's seat, he had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen.

He opened the book, flipped through it, and roared to the sky: "300 pages is considered simple and easy to understand!"

After three hours of study, Li Ji had basically mastered the instructions for using the missile launcher.

They only have one shell, so they need to choose their target very carefully.

Naturally, the first target was the notorious RSF, whose members are perpetrators of genocide. Every minute they exist, another Black man is persecuted by them.

As for the government troops, although they are not exactly good people either, at least they are somewhat human-like. We'll deal with them later.

According to intelligence intercepted by Delulu, the CIA is mobilizing a special forces unit to enter the Soviet Union.

The objective was clear: to capture the four men. Li Ji ordered the guerrillas to move with most of their supplies to avoid getting involved in unnecessary trouble because of him.

He would stay behind to launch missiles, and then hide the missile vehicle.

Once this missile sends Khmeiti to his doom, the situation of the war will gradually become clear.

Ababa led the guerrillas northward, waving goodbye to Li Ji.

Li Ji kept a close eye on the departing tank force, genuinely worried that the tanks would crush the infantry.

After all, such things are commonplace on the African continent, a land ravaged by human suffering.

After seeing off the guerrillas, Li Ji and his three companions drove the missile vehicle into the desert.

Delulu glanced at her watch: "The CIA is expected to arrive within an hour, let's hurry, meow."

The remaining three dispersed and walked far away.

Li Ji sat alone in the car, taking a deep breath.

Positioning is crucial; otherwise, missing a shot and hitting a residential area would be a heinous crime.

He adjusted the densely packed instrument panel on the car according to the instructions in the manual.

After making the adjustments and confirming them several times, press the launch button.

The cannon barrel on the back of the launch vehicle slowly rose and finally stood vertically.

There was a sound of "咻——".

A missile soared into the sky, leaving a trail of intense red flame and thick gray smoke in its tail.

"It's so beautiful!"

Shark Baby smiled foolishly.

Delulu frowned: "Isn't the speed of this medium-range missile a bit strange, meow?"

"Is it too fast or too slow?"

"Quick, meow."

Li Ji let out a long sigh as he got out of the car: "How was it? Did I like it?"

Dailu rushed forward: "Li Ji, I feel something's wrong, meow. The startup speed is a bit too fast, it doesn't seem like a medium-range missile, meow."

Li Ji immediately frowned: "Is there a way to observe the trajectory?"

Delulu walked into the weeds and pulled out a black man from them.

"Miss, please don't do this. I'm just a common cat relaxing in the grass."

"I don't have time to play cosplay with you. Give me the satellite communication signal receiver, meow."

"I don't understand what you're saying, Miss Meow." After saying that, the black man licked his shoulder.

Dailulu said coldly, "If you don't give it to me, I'll go back and tell my mom that you bullied me, meow."

The black man's lips twitched, and he pulled a small, cat-shaped box from his pocket.

"Oh dear! My civilian communication device is broken, so I'll give it to you. You're a young, beautiful, good-tempered young lady who won't wrongly accuse working people, meow."

He handed the signal receiver to Delulu and then quickly ran back into the bushes.

"Your employees are quite dedicated."

"Keep doing this, meow. Let's quickly observe the missile's trajectory, meow."

Delulu pinched the cat ears of the signal receiver, and the screen lit up instantly. With a series of operations, she quickly obtained a picture of the missile flying in the air.

At the edge of the screen is a densely packed row of parameters.

"Oh no, meow. The missile is flying at Mach 23, meow."

"What?" Li Ji exclaimed in shock. "That's already the speed of an intercontinental ballistic missile. Can you predict the impact point?"

Dailulu's finger tapped the screen frantically: "Landing point, landing point, landing point is 55.75°N, 37.61°E, meow."

Li Ji thought for a moment and came up with a surprising answer.

"Moscow?"

"There's more bad news. According to the composition analysis, it's not a regular missile, but a nuclear warhead, meow." (End of Chapter)