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

"That was so dangerous! The young lady was willing to risk her life for that guy, meow."

The cat doctor smiled and said, "That's love, meow."

Captain Cat scolded, "Be serious, don't joke about Miss's private life, meow."

The cat scout patted the cat captain's hand: "Captain, look, what is the young lady trying to do, meow?"

Delulu picked up a pistol, pointed it at her forehead, and shouted in a cold, mechanical voice, "Meow! I feel so guilty for not being able to save these people! If that's the case, I might as well be dead!"

Dailulu glanced at Li Ji, who returned her an affirmative smile.

She then shouted, "If I can't find a way to save them, I'm going to end my life with this gun, meow!"

The cat scout gripped the cat captain's hand tightly: "What should we do, Captain? If the young lady really can't think straight, we're doomed, meow."

Captain Cat calmly said, "The young lady's bracelet is still on. She wouldn't do something so impulsive. She's trying to force us to help her, meow."

"I'll go help right now, meow!" The cat doctor was pulled back as soon as he got up.

"Don't rush. Miss has figured out this mentality of ours. Remember the task the chairman gave us: don't expose meow."

"It seems we've been exposed, meow."

"That's not important. We just need to give them hints without showing up, meow. Cat Scout, you immediately and accurately observe the information about those medications and relay it to the Cat Doctor. Cat Doctor, write an urgent version of the medication instructions, meow. I'll think about how to send the instructions over, meow. The rest of you, stay put and get moving, meow!"

Captain Cat felt a warm breath hitting his ears.

"Who's blowing air next to me, meow?"

He turned his head and saw a black panther doing the same thing as them, lying down next to them.

"Hello meow."

The black panther had just opened its blood-red maw when a meow punch left it dizzy and knocked unconscious on the spot.

"Hey, protecting animals is everyone's responsibility. Don't be like me, meow."

After a long while, Dailulu called until her throat was dry, but still received no response.

"We have 24 wounded now. If we can't come up with a solution soon, we estimate that in 5 minutes we'll only have 23 wounded left, meow."

Li Ji scratched his head: "Maybe you're not a big threat of suicide. Let me point a gun at you and see what happens."

"Then they'll just kill you."

Li Ji immediately put down his gun: "I think I can learn battlefield first aid in 5 minutes."

Suddenly, they heard a voice coming from not far away.

"I'm a lost doctor, is there someone injured here who needs my help?"

Not far away, a black man walked over unsteadily with a cat-like gait. His upper limbs swayed as if he might lose his balance at any moment. His eyes blinked frequently like a cat's, and he even hunched his neck, looking left and right.

Li Ji asked, "Is this sneaky guy one of yours?"

"It looks like a cat."

The cat doctor staggered over, feeling uneasy.

These drugs are too difficult to use, and there's also battlefield surgery to be done. It's impossible to teach them using guidelines; I have to do it myself.

No problem, I've undergone systematic training in Earth's human behavior. Our teacher is the most rigorous Professor Wilde, so it's definitely flawless, meow.

Thinking of this, he licked the back of his hand.

Li Ji felt it was necessary to play along, so he quickly stepped forward and said, "Doctor, you've come at just the right time! Please take a look at our wounded!"

The cat doctor smiled, feeling fortunate that he had even fooled Li Ji, the genius of earth sciences. He was truly a genius!
Having tricked the simple-minded boy into resolving the wounded's issues, Li Ji finally had time to sit down and inquire about the situation in the Ababa battle.

This determined their strategic approach to participating in subsequent wars.

Li Ji and the others moved some ammunition boxes to sit on, but Ababa insisted on kneeling to speak.

Sha Bao couldn't stand it anymore, so he picked him up from the ground and slammed him onto the ammo box.

Li Ji said, "There are no gods in the world, and no one is inferior to others. Let's sit down and talk things out on equal terms."

With tears welling in his eyes and his hands trembling, Ababa asked, "If there is no God, then what are you?"

"Four ordinary people."

Ababa was stunned as he recalled the scene from earlier.

Chewing a pistol, enduring bullets, ejecting and penetrating the body, and detonating a rocket remotely.

Is this a human being?
Even Superman doesn't have this fighting power!
This must be an excuse the angels came up with to keep things secret; it must be like this.

I cannot be like Hong Xiuquan, who insisted on keeping God's secret.

"Tell us, what exactly is the situation in the Soviet Union?"

Ababa then began to tell his story.

“We are the Masalites, a local Black ethnic group. In the history of the Soviet Union, there were many large and small states, which were eventually unified under the impetus of British colonists.” “The majority of the population is of Arab descent, but there is also a large Black population.”

"In Darfur, the conflict between Black and Arab people has a long history, and we are fighting over the scarce water resources in the desert."

"Wars have been constant throughout history, and even after the Soviet Union gained independence, they did not stop."

“We Black people make up more than half of the state’s population, but administrative planning has divided us into several groups, making us a minority in every district, while Arabs enjoy more political rights. Whether it’s government positions or social welfare, they are favored.”

"Twenty years ago, an extreme Arab nationalist army emerged in the area—the Jingowed militia, which later became the RSF. These beasts killed any black people they saw; the number of massacres they committed over the years is countless."

“They took the household registration list and killed people from tribe to tribe.”

"For more than 20 years, no one in the international community has cared about any of this."

“Our people have been massacred many times, and the survivors have been forced to become refugees or flee abroad.”

Li Ji could understand all of this; most countries in the world have similar histories, only the endings are different.

It has only been a little over a hundred years since the people of the Celestial Empire cut off their unsightly queues.

"Only I led a small group of people to stay and fight to reclaim our homeland. We formed the Massalit Liberation League, but after years of fighting, only 25 of us were left."

At this point, Ababa burst into tears.

A voice called out from the side, "To correct you, it's 27. I just used my superb medical skills to bring two injured people back to life who weren't brain dead, meow. They're fully recovered now and can even do backflips, meow!"

Two wounded men, their heads wrapped in bandages and their pants stained red, performed a clean and crisp backflip.

Everyone's eyes widened like light bulbs.

Li Ji whispered to Dai Lulu, "Isn't the imperial physician your mother assigned to you a bit too much?"

"This is no big deal for him, meow!"

The cat doctor's voice rang out again: "Three more cats have been saved from brain death! Want to see a backflip, cat?"

Ababa immediately knelt down: "A miracle doctor!"

Li Ji quickly helped him up: "Don't keep kneeling! How can you win with such weak knees? Keep talking!"

Ababa continued, "Two years ago, the RSF had already completely controlled Darfur, and we could only fight guerrilla warfare in the mountains and deserts. This year, a civil war broke out again, and most of their forces went to fight against the government forces. I thought we had a chance to catch our breath, but I didn't expect that we would almost be wiped out by them."

Shark Baby couldn't hold back any longer: "You guys are so weak."

“We have no choice. The Masalit people are already small in number, and we have no supplies of weapons and medicine. We can only rely on donations from overseas Chinese for funds, and we are almost out of food and water.”

Lee asked, "Besides the Massalites, are there other Black ethnic groups in this area being oppressed?"

"There are also the Fur, Zagawa and other ethnic groups."

Lee nodded: "That makes things easier. We can't just unite the Massalites. A great military strategist once said, 'Make as many friends as possible and as few enemies as possible.' We need to unite with the RSF's enemies. Every oppressed Black ethnic group is a target for our efforts, including the government forces currently engaged in the civil war."

Ababa immediately launched into a tirade: "The government forces are no good either! They're in cahoots with the RSF! They're completely unreliable; they just push civilians to the front lines and then run away themselves!"

Li Ji said seriously, "I know the government army is worthless. But the united front is about uniting all forces that can be united, and uniting all those who stand against the RSF. Without the planes and artillery of a regular army, do you expect to drive away the RSF's tanks by riding camels and carrying homemade guns? That's unrealistic. As for how to fight for our rights after the war, that depends on the outcome."

After a moment's thought, Ababa nodded, which was considered his agreement.

Dailulu said, "Now that the grand strategic direction has been decided, all that's left is weapons, medicine, and funding, meow."

Li Ji smiled and pulled a 3D printer out of his pocket: "With this, I can issue more US dollars in a year than the Federal Reserve."

Everyone laughed, except for Ababa, who looked puzzled.

"With money, we just need to find the right sales channels for weapons and medicines. Who among you will contact the arms dealers and medicine suppliers?"

Shark Baby excitedly raised his hand: "Me! Me! Me! I want to find the arms dealer!"

Li Ji was somewhat embarrassed. Sha Bao's social skills were obvious to all. Although he could get along well with others, he mostly relied on his cuteness and did not have an advantage when it came to business.

"You and Milia can take charge together."

“Me?” Milia pointed to herself. “I’m not interested in buying things. I can manage prisoners of war.”

After saying that, she stepped on the captain's thumb. The captain didn't say a word, but his face turned red with suppressed anger.

"You're very good; you didn't bark this time."

"Don't do that. Let's leave the prisoners of war to Ababa. You, Sha Bao, go and handle the weapons."

Milia rolled her eyes: "Fine, then I'll go pick out some weapons of mass destruction."

"Dailulu, you and this doctor can handle the medicine issue."

"No problem, meow."

The cat doctor suddenly raised his head: "What does this have to do with me, meow? I'm just a local doctor passing by, I have no interest in joining you, meow."

Milia, carrying the AK, leaned on the cat doctor's shoulder with a smile and stared at him without saying a word.

The cat doctor felt a chill run down his spine as Captain Cat's commands came through his earpiece. (End of Chapter)