Reborn in 2010, the AI ​​in my mind is too powerful.

In Warsaw, at the Allied Eastern European Front Command, Chen Modong, who had just been transferred there, felt somewhat helpless listening to the discussions among the Polish officers around him.

Although the alliance had been formed and the barriers between countries were gradually dissipating, the Poles stubbornly believed that they could protect their territory on their own.

Despite the fact that the wet tribes were very arrogant on the sea, driving almost all human ships back to shore.

However, after Aurora stabilized the situation, most people felt that the Wet Clan's capabilities were limited to this. That day, despite the sky filled with airships, the Wet Clan didn't launch a single attack.

It should be noted that the Wet Tribe possesses a considerable number of aerial weapons; both the French and Germans, as well as the Russians, have a large number of fighter jets.

Aurora is paying close attention to this, with countless airships and satellites hovering over the wet tribe's territory to monitor their aircraft's movements in real time.

They haven't sent out any planes yet; they're all obediently waiting at the airport, almost as if they've given up on flying.

This completely dispelled the Poles' initial tension. They felt that the wet tribes probably only had an advantage in the water and could make humans suffer.

On land, unless they are directly infiltrated like the EU before and then subjected to a full-scale surprise attack, the Wet Tribe has no means of conquering cities and seizing territory.

After all, judging from the past experience of modern warfare, without air support, ground troops are completely unable to win.

Looking at the map in front of him, Chen Modong felt that the Poles would definitely suffer losses later.

He felt that the fact that Aurora did not launch a counterattack meant that the Wet Clan was not simple.

Poland is currently facing a situation where it is besieged on three sides: Germany has fallen to the west, Russia to the east, and countless Ukrainian troops are lurking beneath the Baltic Sea to the north.

Poland is like a nail sticking out, seemingly about to be attacked from three sides at any moment.

At this moment, a Polish staff officer came over to him and said, "Chen, the higher-ups have decided to withdraw the main force to the south of the Vistula River, vacating the Baltic Sea, and try to lure them to land in the Baltic Sea. When they attack Warsaw from the land, we will slowly whittle them down."

If they do not land on the Baltic Sea but instead travel along the Vistula River, then we will gradually harass them on both banks.

In short, as long as we don't engage in direct combat with the enemy in the Baltic Sea region, there shouldn't be any major problems.

"We can slowly launch a counterattack once the Aurora's supplies stabilize, and we've vacated the front lines."

Chen Modong glanced at the map and nodded. Although the Poles were somewhat arrogant, they were still very cautious. However, a complete withdrawal seemed to put them in a somewhat passive position.

He tried asking, "It seems fine, but doesn't this completely hand over Central Europe? Although we've already lost most of Central Europe, what about the Czech Republic?"

The staff officer said very confidently, "Don't worry, it's almost impossible to attack Czechoslovakia from the German side. If they dare to make a move, we can just provide support. As long as Poland is there, Czechoslovakia cannot be conquered."

Chen Modong was still a little hesitant: "Have you spoken to the higher command? At least we should make sure the Czech side is prepared. Germany, Austria, and Slovakia are all in the hands of the Wet People. They are facing enemies on three sides."

"If the Wet Tribe really launches a surprise attack, and while we retreat, they carve out a path and surround Czechoslovakia, then we'll be in trouble."

The staff officer scratched his head and said, "The alliance disagrees, but our own Polish command system has confirmed that at this level, our command authority is higher than that of the alliance, after all, we are on the front line!"

Don't worry, the Czechs are already aware of the situation, and they agree that our thinking is correct.

Chen Modong was silent for a few seconds, nodded, and then walked out on his own.

At the entrance of the command center, more than thirty steel giants stood frozen in place, looking as if the power had gone out.

He walked into the line and stood up straight, just like everyone else.

The people around were used to it. Whether it was a human or a robot, they could all connect directly to the Oasis via Starlink. During the war, they could go back to the Oasis to enjoy life when they had nothing to do.

At first, everyone was a little unaccustomed to this scene. After all, dozens of humanoid robots stood motionless, looking like zombies from a distance.

But after being exposed to it for a while, I stopped paying so much attention.

Chen Modong's mind wasn't actually on enjoying himself in the Oasis; instead, he proactively contacted his superior.

"The Poles and Czechs are getting a bit cocky; they seem to underestimate the Wetlands. I'm worried that if the Wetlands really launch a full-scale attack on the Czech Republic, Polish support might not be timely. Should we make some preparations first?"

"No need, just follow orders completely."

"OK."

Chen Modong was a little puzzled. He felt that the arrangement was a bit strange, but since his superiors had spoken, he didn't delve into it any further.

The company must have its own considerations; he felt there might be some things he wasn't aware of.

After several days of calm, the Poles began to get impatient, and they even started to seriously discuss plans to counterattack into Germany.

This was very tempting for the Poles, but Aurora rejected the proposal outright and demanded that the Poles strictly guard their own defense zone.

Finally, just as the Poles' patience was about to run out, the expected attack arrived.

At 2 a.m., on the north side of Gdansk port, at the Vistula Spit, a thin mist rose on the calm sea in the dim moonlight.

Marek Kowalski, the watchman at the Polish sonar station, suddenly sat up, and the recruit next to him, Peter Novak, quickly reached for the emergency button.

Everyone else in the sonic boom held their breath, watching Kowalski intently.

A sonar station doesn't have many people. Each squad has a duty officer in charge of overall command. He is responsible for making the final decisions on various information, such as whether to report it or whether to escalate the situation.

There are also communications officers responsible for encrypted reporting and receiving tasks.

There are also auxiliary personnel for acoustic analysis, technical maintenance, etc., but now most of these are replaced by AI.

Of course, the most important of these is the shift work, which is the core position of the sonic station and the most crucial position responsible for its continuous operation.

Kowalski had been at this sonar station for seven years and was very experienced. Although the system did not issue any alarms, he sensed something was wrong from various parameters.

"Something's not right. There are too many small fish around here, and they're swimming so strangely! It's too deliberate! It's like they're intentionally making a mess of things! I'm not sure, but something feels off!"

The officer on duty trusted his post and directly told the new recruit, "Press!"

Peter Novak removed the glass cover from the button and pressed it hard, setting off alarms throughout the Polish forces and raising the combat alert level.

The communications officer quickly relayed the details to the command post, which then dispatched the nearest troops to the scene.

The combat troops on the shore immediately sprang into action. Upon arriving at the location, they disregarded the specific circumstances and launched a volley of mines into the water.

During the explosion, many football-sized machines were blown ashore. They were very sturdy, and the blast from the edge of the blast was not enough to destroy them. As soon as they reached the shore, they began to flee frantically in all directions.

"Shoot! Shoot! Don't let them get away!"

"No, they're moving too fast! Cease fire! Let the mechs catch them! Cease fire! Don't shoot our own people!"

That night, more than a thousand small machines rushed ashore, and most of them disappeared without a trace.

These small machines didn't attack anyone or cause any damage; they simply disappeared silently.