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

Chapter 345 The Israeli military headquarters is in chaos
The Chief of the General Staff picked at his ear, as if he had heard something dirty.

"Can you say that again?"

The messenger hesitated for a moment, then said, "He said they encountered mummies, a legion, hundreds of them, swarming around."

The Chief of the General Staff pursed his lips, searching for the right words to express the profanity he wanted to say without offending God.

"Captain Benny, I don't have time to play games with you. I tried to find God-allowed words, but I failed, so don't fucking joke with me! Son of a bitch!"

“I’m not joking, these are their exact words. I’ll play you the recording.”

Captain Benny led the Chief of Staff and others to his communications station.

He turned a few buttons and then handed the earpiece that was making the sound to the Chief of the General Staff.

The Chief of the General Staff took the headset with some skepticism; the sound inside was so loud that he could hear it without even putting it on.

"Tell the Minister of Defense that these headphones are leaking sound and we need to buy new ones."

He put on his headphones, and heard shouting coming from them.

"Calling command center! Calling command center!"

"We are under attack by an unknown creature."

"Approximately 163 mummies are approaching us."

"Request artillery fire coverage! Request artillery fire coverage!"

"We tried strafing with drones and bombing with unmanned forces, but to no avail."

"These mummies seem to have bodies of steel, no, bodies of protective armor."

"We sent eight tanks to fire depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds at them, but those damned bastards were completely unharmed and even destroyed our tanks."

"Not only that, the crew members of all eight tanks were assimilated into zombies by them."

"They are marching on us now."

"Oh my god! They're here! No! William, don't bite me! Ah! My balls!"

"what----"

Listening to the screams and gunshots coming from his headphones, the Chief of the General Staff fell into deep suspicion.

Having served in the military for thirty years, this is the first time I've heard the terms "depleted uranium armor-piercing projectile" and "unharmed" put together.

He asked his assistant, "Mia, did I drink anything for lunch today?"

Mia hurriedly opened her phone's memo app: "Reporting to the Chief of the General Staff, you did not drink alcohol at noon today."

"So, should I take it?"

"nor."

"So I'm taking a nap now, and you're all people from my dreams, right?"

Everyone looked at each other.

“I doubt it.”

"Reporting to the Chief of the General Staff, we have received the video signal from the front lines."

"Show it on the big screen quickly!"

The large screen began projecting images of the desert battlefield.

All the staff in the operations room put down their work and looked at the large screen.

It was pitch black above.

Ten seconds later, it was still pitch black.

Was the delivery successful?

"Success."

"Then why is it black?"

"I will investigate the cause as soon as possible!"

The communications officer fiddled with the control panel for a while.

"Investigation complete! It's not our fault; it must be a problem with the camera over there. There might be a problem during signal transmission; the enemy might be using the most advanced electrical signal jamming technology."

Suddenly, a sliver of light appeared on the screen, and a foot was lifted off the camera lens, with the sand embedded in the bottom of the boot clearly visible.

"It's the most primitive electrical signal shielding technology," the communications officer corrected.

"Don't try to be clever in the operations room, thank you."

The camera is tilted upwards, and nothing can be seen except the sky.

The Chief of the General Staff complained, "The shots of dead people are unwatchable. Cut to another shot."

"Sir, he's alive!"

"What?" The scene began to move, changing from a view of the sky to one parallel to the ground.

It seems the person involved has stood up.

"He truly deserves to be called one of Israel's most valiant and skilled warriors; his vitality is truly tenacious—why did he bite his own people?!"

The camera suddenly zoomed in on a soldier, showing only his back and the blood seeping from his shoulder.

Blood soaked through the military uniform, and a pale tongue licked around the wound.

Are all our soldiers like this now?

"Not all of them are like that. Quite a few are straight."

"That's great. What's he doing now?"

The video shows the person gesturing wildly with their hands, wrists together, hands rapidly rotating like a flower or an umbrella.

"It looks like a traditional Chinese dance called 'Flower Hands.' This should be the winning team's settlement screen."

Then, following the camera, they saw that all the soldiers on the mountainside had turned into zombies and were following the mummy into the distance.

Everyone looked solemn, as if they had just watched the most terrifying zombie movie, but this time they were experiencing it firsthand.

The entire operations room fell into dead silence; even the sound of snoring could be clearly heard.

"Who's sleeping in the operations room!"

A staff officer, who had been resting his chin on his hand, suddenly woke up, nearly falling under the table: "I'm sorry, sir. I was busy too late yesterday."

The Chief of the General Staff rolled his eyes at him but didn't say anything.

He whispered to his colleagues, "Hey, they're actually organizing everyone to watch a zombie movie in the operations room. Is it 'World War Z'? Or 'The Mummy'? Is it a crossover movie?"

My colleague just quietly said, "It's just real-time battlefield footage."

"Stop joking, battlefield. Looks like I'm still not fully awake. Since it's a dream, does that mean I can do whatever I want?"

"Weber, what are you doing?"

Weber suddenly jumped onto the table, making a loud "thump" that drew everyone's attention.

"All eyes are on me!"

He pulled down half of his pants, revealing his white, flat buttocks with pale yellow hair.

Everyone stared in disbelief as he completed a twerking performance.

The Chief of the General Staff asked in surprise, "What is he doing?"

Mia, his assistant, kindly explained, "He's performing a twerking dance."

"I didn't ask that! Is this still the operations center?"

"Yes."

"I didn't ask that! I must still be dreaming. Mummies, zombie apocalypse, and a lunatic who wakes up from sleeping at work and starts twerking!"

As he spoke, the Chief of the General Staff himself became so angry that he laughed.

He suddenly saw Weber put on his trousers and walk up to him.

"What are you going to do?"

Without saying a word, the other person slapped him hard across the face, then let out a silly laugh.

"hey-hey."

The entire operations room erupted in an uproar.

The Chief of the General Staff covered his burning face and laughed in exasperation.

"What a nightmare. It's time to wake up. Wait a minute, if I'm dreaming, I shouldn't feel any pain, right? So I'm not dreaming right now?"

Mia, the assistant, kindly explained, "That's right."

Weber chuckled: "Of course you weren't dreaming, it's because I was dreaming—"

"Snapped--"

A resounding slap landed on Webber's face, instantly wiping away his smile.

The burning pain reminded him that this was not a dream.

"I'm sorry, Chief of the General Staff, I've turned into a zombie. Your slap was like a divine intervention, eliminating the zombie virus within me."

"Throw him out!"

Amidst the chaos, the staff officer sitting in the corner sank into deep despair.

"A mummy zombie crisis has broken out, but all we see is twerking? Is there anyone who can think of a way to save the world?!"

All that could be heard was the Chief of the General Staff shouting, "Notify the missile units to provide artillery fire!"

(End of this chapter)