The light of self-destruction rose from the sky over the continent, and mankind's steps towards the starry sky were cut off. The winter of nuclear war came to an end, burying the fire of civilization. The light of hope was misty in the natural disaster, and ignorance and madness were rampant. Whenever the world is in crisis, there will always be a chosen one who can turn the tide and save our civilization, even if it has been cut off. And now, our chosen son has woken up, let's take a look at what wonderful strategies this warrior who can save the world will bring... Why is he chirping at me with artificial intelligence?
