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

The young Black man, Akul, is clutching an AK in his hand; it was given to everyone by that Asian man not long ago.

This batch of equipment came from the recently wiped-out RSF; perhaps it was this gun that killed his compatriots.

He looked out the window and out of town, and saw in the distance the army stationed in the desert, and that huge tank.

He was about to open the door when the older man next to him stopped him.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to beat up those RSF bastards!"

"What's the rush? We shouldn't act without orders from the captain."

"If we don't make a move soon, we'll be surrounded. We've been locked in a stalemate here for so long, and the troops from the north and southwest are almost here. If we don't break out now, are we just going to wait here to die?"

"You'll die. Can you take down a tank by yourself?"

"Even if I die, I can't just wait to die here. I have to avenge everyone who died! Which of us didn't lose our entire family? The reason we stayed behind instead of fleeing is to seek revenge, isn't it?"

Suddenly, the roar of an engine came from the north, as if it were coming from across a mountain.

The sound of engines was getting closer, as if they were about to cross the mountain, and the faint sound of marching footsteps could be heard.

Aku frowned: "Oh no! Those beasts from the north are closing in! I have to go."

He rushed out of the house, and no one followed him.

He looked up at the three-story building not far away, where the captain—the Asian man—was fiddling with a red warning light.

He shook his head in disappointment and ran towards the north of the town.

"I don't understand what they're doing. They can't exactly blow up the tank with lights, can they?"

Aku hurriedly arrived at the small house to the north and quietly peered out the window.

The troops were very close, so close that it seemed the roar of tanks was right next to his ears, and the scattered footsteps of the soldiers were pounding on his heart.

Those bloody memories immediately flooded back.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and his clenched fists cracked.

He kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. He knew he had to wait until the enemy got close before he could kill them.

That Asian man isn't doing anything, so I'll fire the first shot.

Li Ji stood on the rooftop, estimating the distance with his eyes, and finally aimed the warning light at the main road about 800 meters outside the town.

"Delulu, the package has arrived!"

"Okay meow!"

The soldiers of RSF37 were chatting and laughing, completely ignoring the incident.

In their view, it was nothing more than slaughtering another city; fighting guerrillas was like taking a vacation compared to fighting government troops.

As for information about superhumans, nobody took it seriously. They said it was all made up by those spies, and it's unbelievable that the general believed it.

The soldiers' conversation mainly focused on the recent battle results, not on how bravely they fought.

The war itself is painful for everyone, but the massacre of a city is something they enjoy.

Talking about how many black people they killed, how many women they raped, and how many people they converted to their faith are all topics they boast about.

A tank crewman poked his head out from under the hood and began to boast to the infantry about his memoirs of the invasion.

Suddenly, a soldier looked up at the sky: "What's that?"

A loud "boom" resounded all over him.

The tank was instantly crushed into a pile of scrap metal, with only a cube of about one cubic meter lying on the slag, its edges stained with the blood of the tank crew.

Before anyone could react, cubes rained down like raindrops.

Tanks were instantly reduced to scrap metal.

The brutal killers ran around like lost chicks, throwing the group into chaos.

The battalion commander hurriedly got out of the vehicle and fired a shot into the air.

"Form ranks! Don't scatter!"

Gunshots were drowned out by screams of agony as everyone ran and fled in panic.

In this situation, usually the ones who cause it are the group of people standing by with guns and laughing. How did they suddenly become the ones running away? Just like those black guys.

He frowned as he watched the cubes fall one by one.

"What exactly is that? Could it be that the other side has bombers? Bombers should drop artillery shells too, right?"

"Boom" sound.

The ammunition transport vehicle exploded violently, and fierce flames engulfed everyone around. Soldiers ran and screamed.

The battalion commander roared in despair, "What the hell is this?!"

A cube fell, sealing this sentence forever.

Akku, who was staking out the area, was dumbfounded.

"What is this? Is this what they call a bomber? I thought it would explode. It works on a similar principle to a catapult."

"This Asian man is no ordinary person; he actually managed to get his hands on an airplane."

Looking at the hellish scene outside, he excitedly slumped his legs.

"Smash them to death! Smash these bastards to death! They deserve it! This is too good for them!"

On the east side of the town, the company commander of the first RSF106 company to arrive suddenly heard a loud noise from the north.

He took out his binoculars to check and found that the troops to the north were in complete chaos. Even more frightening was that all the tanks and other vehicles had been wiped out.

It looks like something strange is falling from the sky.

"What is this thing? A meteorite?" He immediately ordered the communications officer to contact the northern troops. After the communication was connected, all he could hear was a shrill scream from the other end.

"Meteor shower! It killed us all! Run! *Bang!*"

Even after the communication was disconnected, the horrific screams could still be faintly heard.

streaks of fire flashed across the sky overhead.

"What a coincidence that the meteor shower hit them?"

The soldiers behind him were whispering amongst themselves. Just now there were immortals, and now there's a meteor shower. Could these guys really have some kind of magic?
The company commander immediately reassured the soldiers: "Don't be afraid, everyone! Meteor showers are just occasional natural phenomena. They won't fall here—"

"Bam—"

The company commander vanished into thin air, replaced by a blue cube the size of a cubic meter.

Before the soldiers could react, there was another loud "bang," and the tank was reduced to scrap metal.

Everyone was in chaos.

Milia lay on the rooftop, a wide smile playing on her lips, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she exclaimed, "This is so much fun! This is so much fun!"

"You're exaggerating a bit. But it's definitely easier to aim when that guy's standing still."

Li Ji had done his best to make calculations, focusing on destroying the enemy's armored facilities and commanders, with an emphasis on demoralizing them and forcing them to retreat without a fight.

After all, two hundred cubic blocks are a very limited number.

"You can stop the delivery drivers."

Dailulu said, "What kind of delivery driver stops halfway through a delivery? It's already pretty good that they can deliver to designated locations."

"Give him a little tip and ask him to help you out. There's another unit there, too."

“It seems to be gone.”

Shark stood on the rooftop, gazing into the southwest.

"What do you mean?"

"That unit seems to be turning around."

Far to the southwest, a third force that had come to encircle and suppress them was turning back.

The commander stared nervously at the instrument panel, his forehead beaded with sweat, and kept urging the driver, "Faster! Faster!"

"Sir, we had to be quick when we came, and now that we're suddenly evacuating, we have to be quick too!"

"The enemy has undead who can summon meteors. If I don't run, am I just going to wait to die?"

"How are we going to explain this to the general?"

"Fire a few shots in the air, consider it our best effort!"

-

General Hemeti sat with the UAE representative, and opposite them sat an Indian man in a suit.

General Hemeti assured him confidently, "Director Kash, rest assured, my men will capture these four alive. We have extensive experience in this area."

He didn't know why Americans, who had never been involved in Soviet politics, would get involved in this matter, but doing them a favor was always beneficial.

According to his analysis, the visitor was the director of the FBI, and the FBI is the intelligence agency in charge of the United States, indicating that this matter is an internal affair of the United States.

Those four people must have been experimental subjects who escaped from human experimentation in the United States.

The people must be captured alive and returned, but not all of them. Three will suffice; keep one for your own research. You might be able to obtain the most advanced superhuman technology.

He had already instructed his adjutant to convey his orders: after capturing the four men alive, choose a scapegoat and make it look like an accidental killing.

The UAE representative asked with concern, "According to intelligence, the other party is superhuman and immortal. Are you sure you have a way to capture them alive?"

Hemeti chuckled: "Immortality is an exaggeration. Even if they can withstand more bullets, they can't withstand artillery shells. I sent eight tanks over; we'll get them no matter what."

Cash hurriedly said, "Tell your men to go easy on me. I want him alive. If he dies, you'll be held responsible."

Hemeti smiled slightly, having already made a general judgment in his mind.

The FBI was worried that if they killed the four, it would mean they had a good chance of winning. Moreover, even the so-called immortality couldn't withstand artillery fire, so they had the opportunity to fake their deaths.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely make them careful."

After a while, the adjutant walked in with a furrowed brow.

Hemeti was busy talking to Director Cash and didn't even glance at his adjutant.

"General, battle report from the front."

Hemeti revealed a confident smile, exuding the domineering aura of a great warlord: "Speak."

"Isn't this not good?"

"What's wrong with that? Everyone here is our partner, so please feel free to speak your mind."

The adjutant reported: "The 106th Company commander was killed in action. We lost one tank and three armored vehicles. The number of casualties is currently unknown."

Khmeiti's face turned ashen, but he had to put on a brave face because he was a foreign representative.

The UAE representative and Director Qash exchanged bewildered glances; things seemed to be going in a different direction than they had anticipated.

"The 37th Battalion suffered the loss of all its commanders, 5 tanks and 7 armored vehicles, and the number of casualties is currently unknown."

Hemeti's face grew increasingly pale; his already dark complexion now resembled a piece of liver.

"24th Battalion, 1 person injured."

Hermeti's expression softened, and she let out a long sigh of relief.

“Losses…” the adjutant hesitated to speak.

"Tell me quickly! How much weaponry and equipment were lost?" (End of Chapter)