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

Li Ji took out his phone and called Dai Lulu to tell her about his plan.

"Sending a prisoner of war is such a hassle, meow. Wait a minute, meow."

"Remember to make sure Shark and Milia don't slack off. I need to get the arms dealer's contact information when I get back."

"I know, nya."

At present, the Soviet Union Liberator Union simply does not have enough food and manpower to take in these prisoners of war.

Ababa had an emotional outburst and demanded that all these beasts be killed.

But Li Ji rejected the idea, saying that these people were indeed beasts who participated in genocide and deserved to die.

But killing them is a real waste of bullets.

Moreover, international conventions stipulate that prisoners of war cannot be killed.

The four college students didn't want to go back with their hands stained with blood.

Li Ji's condition was even worse; he didn't want to get his hands dirty with blood.

The best course of action at present is to hand over these prisoners of war to the government forces.

The area where the battle just took place is located at the border between the two territories, and Ababa was besieged by Nasir during his strategic retreat.

This way, we can send these prisoners of war to the government forces' stronghold, and let them do with them as they please.

When you are weak, it is important to use the opponent's strength against them, and it can also create confusion for the opponent.

The officers at the outpost were watching this scene on a screen.

An Asian man appeared in war-torn Soviet Union, driving a large truck from enemy-occupied territory to a government military outpost, smiling broadly as he made a phone call, as if he were discussing business.

This scene is absolutely bizarre!
"Sir, shall we open fire?"

"Not yet."

If it weren't for this foreigner's face, they would have already started indiscriminate shooting. However, given the civil war situation, the RSF's shameless killing of innocent people means the government forces need to win over international public opinion, so they cannot rashly kill foreigners.

What exactly does he mean?

"Sir, could it be that the RSF kidnapped a foreigner and planted a bomb in the vehicle to bomb our camp?"

"We cannot rule out this possibility. If he tries to get in the car, we will fire a warning shot."

The two stared at the screen for a long time, then suddenly the man put down his phone and gave an "OK" sign to the drone camera.

"What does it mean?"

"Meow~"

Suddenly, all the screens went black, and eerie cat meows came from the speakers.

Then the screen switched, and a white cat appeared.

The cat is holding up a line of text.

[Captain Nasir, commander of RSF 114 Company, and 76 soldiers have been captured. They're on my truck. Get out and take them! Hurry!]

Everyone was stunned, wondering how their military facilities had been hacked.

The screen quickly returned to normal, and the man lifted the tarpaulin covering the military truck, revealing a truck full of people, all of whom appeared to be wounded prisoners of war.

"How is that possible? RSF114 Company wiped out? Just because of this Asian man?"

"Sir, what should we do? Could this be a Trojan horse tactic?"

"It's possible, let's wait and see."

Li Ji waited for a long time, but no one came out.

He pulled Captain Nasir out of the car.

Nasir begged for mercy, trembling.

Li Ji ignored him and turned his face toward the military camp.

"Now keep moving forward, keep going."

"Where to go?"

"Just go, don't worry, you'll probably survive. There'll definitely be food and drink when you get there. Let's go."

Nasir walked forward shakily, his steps as small as a chick's.

The officers at the outpost were relieved to see this, confirming that the group did not have any hidden weapons.

He immediately ordered an operation to receive the prisoners of war.

Li Ji watched from afar as the gates of the stronghold opened and armored vehicles drove out.

"I'm exhausted. Such a small thing wasted so much of my time."

He took a military motorcycle off the truck, and Nasir shouted from behind, "Are you still going?"

"Keep going, keep going, unless you tell us to stop!"

Li Ji started his motorcycle and sped away.

Nasir continued groping forward in the dark, and crashed headfirst into an armored vehicle.

"Should we continue?"

"No need to leave."

"That's fine."

Suddenly, his blindfold was removed, and sunlight streamed into his eyes, stinging him painfully. He vaguely saw what appeared to be an armored vehicle in front of him.

The black man next to me was wearing a military uniform that looked familiar; he seemed to be a government soldier!

"What's going on?"

"Shut up! You'll have your turn to talk when we get back!"

The government troops turned all the rebels back, and as they watched the motorcycle drive away, everyone was filled with questions.

Li Ji rode his motorcycle, the wind whistling against his face.

Suddenly the phone rang, and he craned his neck and put his head to his pocket to listen to the call.

"Hey? You got in touch with the arms dealer? Shark, you're so reliable! I'm coming right back! You need to hurry up with the drugs for Dailulu!"

"Oh meow."

"I'm not used to such a cold response."

Li Ji drove his motorcycle all the way to the town of Wa. That was their temporary resting place.

This small town, located in the war zone, had just been massacred by the RSF. Most of the people had already fled, and of the remaining people, only a few hundred civilians managed to escape by hiding in the town's underground passages.

Li Ji and his men led the remaining wounded soldiers into the town of Dawa.

When the civilians saw that it was Ababa's group, their panic instantly subsided.

Li Ji distributed the captured food and medicine to the refugees, who were extremely grateful.

He planned the best escape route for everyone, and most people chose to flee.

But there were also a dozen or so young men who were unwilling to leave.

The leader among them was a strong, young black man named Akul.

Their families were all dead, so rather than abandoning their homes and fleeing, they decided to take up arms and fight the RSF to the bitter end.

Li Ji recruited these people into his ranks, which made the group look much better than the original group of old, weak, and disabled soldiers.

Under Ababa's organization, they used the department store at the southern end of the town as their base, with young recruits serving as sentries and responsible for reconnaissance.

From afar, Li Ji could see a dark-skinned man standing on the roof of a house on the outermost edge of the town.

"This is so unprofessional. Is this guard duty or a game? Sending these people to the battlefield without any training is just suicide. But I don't have any officers under my command."

He rode his bicycle into the city, and the sentry on the upper floor didn't even notice him, continuing to clean his gun as if nothing had happened.

As soon as he returned to the mall, he told Ababa to replace the guards. If all the sentries were this capable, they wouldn't even know when the enemy knocked on the door.

Ababa also reported the current situation to Li Ji.

Currently, the team has only 36 combat-ready soldiers, the oldest being 74 years old and the youngest 13 years old, and 24 of them are lightly wounded.

Although the captured weapons were organized into companies, they were all light infantry weapons. Against an RSF army of tens of thousands, as well as aircraft, tanks and heavy equipment, there was almost no chance of victory.

Medicines are also in short supply, and current drug reserves are insufficient to support a new battle.

Food and water were also insufficient, and after being distributed to civilians, they only had enough food reserves to last for one week.

The current outpost is not secure enough; the RSF forces could return within two days.

Li Ji felt overwhelmed; there were just too many things to consider when fighting a war.

"Let's tackle them one by one. We've made progress on the weapons issue. We'll leave the medicine and food matters to Dailulu."

Li Ji went upstairs to the third floor, to the operations office, which was originally the manager's office of the shopping mall.

Maps were posted in the office, and Shark was sitting on a tattered sofa, twirling a military knife with a smug look on his face.

Li Ji asked eagerly, "Where did you find the arms dealer?"

Shark and Milia exchanged a smile: "Want to learn? I'll teach you."

"Want to learn."

Shark took out her phone.

Li Ji thought to himself: Could it be the dark web? Impossible! Sha Bao has a hard time even using a search engine, how could she possibly find the dark web? I can't find it either.

Shark opened his phone, opened Google, and searched for "arms dealer contact information".

Are you fucking kidding me?

Shark said in a serious tone, "Don't you believe me? I really found it."

That's a scam.

"Really, look, this is the number! I'll call it now."

Li Ji slumped helplessly on the sofa. He already had a lot of trouble to deal with, and he thought there would be good news. But he didn't expect that Shark Baby would just fool him like this.

He glanced at Milia: "You're fooling around with him too?"

“We’re not joking around. You’ll understand once you answer the phone.”

Shark handed over the phone: "Here you go."

Li Ji reluctantly answered the phone: "Hello, are you an arms dealer?"

A gentle male voice came from the other end of the phone, and the person said in fluent English, "Yes, that's me."

Li Ji was somewhat surprised, as he had clearly asked in Arabic, but the other party replied in English, seemingly trying to be mysterious.

"I need weapons. Can you sell them to me? I have plenty of money, but they have to be sold to the Soviet Union. This is a war zone."

"As long as you have enough money, you can sell them anywhere. Please provide me with a list of weapons and their addresses."

"You're a fraud. How can you expect me to believe you actually have weapons? How could a random number posted online possibly be real?"

The other party did not refute: "Give me the list and the address. It will arrive within three days, anywhere in the world. Cash on delivery is supported."

"I need eight tanks. Can you deliver them to me across enemy-occupied territory?"

"can."

Li Ji ignored him and hung up the phone.

This person is too arrogant; I simply can't believe a phone number I just copied from Google.

Chawo is a small neighboring town, only 60 kilometers away. Saying it like this neither reveals the location nor leaves any room for chance.

Li Ji himself felt like he was out of his mind; how could he possibly have any illusions about someone of unknown origin?

That's weaponry! You can't just buy it online by randomly finding a phone number. Without the backing of a country, who would deliver it to you?

He slammed the phone into Shark's arms: "Keep looking! Don't do anything reckless!"

Shark Baby pouted, looking aggrieved, while Milia chuckled beside her.

"I said he didn't mention you, right? Don't do anything rash!"

Li Ji angrily pushed open the door, where Dai Lulu was standing with a cold face.

"The medicine and food issues are sorted out, meow."

"You're so reliable now that it feels a bit like a stranger to me."

"I'll take that as a compliment, meow."

Delulu smiled outwardly, but inwardly she was screaming.

Praise my ass! He's just being sarcastic, meow! Insult him, meow! Scratch him, meow! Hah, meow! That damn bracelet, I can't even remove it, meow! (End of Chapter)