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

In Poland, the nights are already getting a bit chilly in autumn.

Yakub Kaminsky was sleeping in his truck when the new alert spread southward from Gdansk.

Upon receiving the order, his platoon rushed to the nearest riverbank. Their orders were to treat any unidentified targets as enemy activity.

They had virtually no intelligence, and along the way they were guessing what kind of enemies they would encounter.

Are they terrifying fishmen from the game? Or giant robots? Or perhaps missiles launched from the water?

Yakubu was a little nervous, but not really scared, not because he was a seven-year veteran, but because of the exoskeleton armor he was wearing.

Starting last year, Poland purchased various advanced exoskeleton armors from Aurora.

What he was wearing was the most basic Stormtrooper infantry exoskeleton.

Although it looks unremarkable, all white like in Star Wars, with no corresponding equipment or layout.

But it had already greatly shocked this Polish bumpkin, Yakub. He felt that wearing armor, he could easily take on ten of his former selves.

While this thing isn't invulnerable to bullets, its bulletproof effect is far superior to previous bulletproof vests. Crucially, it also has various assistive systems, making him feel like a kung fu master from a Hong Kong movie.

He can jump two meters high with a single leap and wield a heavy machine gun with one hand.

He was holding a new-style rifle and followed the team step by step toward the riverbank.

The platoon leader divided the three squads into three groups. Yakubu, as the squad leader, led his group to keep a close watch on the river on the riverbank, while the searchlights on the tanks behind them kept sweeping back and forth across the river.

Just then, gunshots rang out from upstream. The platoon leader communicated for a long time via walkie-talkie before ordering the guns to fire a few shots directly at the water's surface.

The eight-man support team, led by the deputy platoon leader, had already prepared mortars and grenade launchers. Just as they were about to fire, an unusual movement appeared on the water's surface, and countless round robots, each smaller than a soccer ball, popped out of the water.

The deputy platoon leader made a decisive decision and began bombarding the edge of the riverbank.

However, those little balls were very agile, and most of them dodged them, rushing directly towards the defensive squad on the riverbank.

Yakubu opened fire immediately, and his soldiers began firing wildly in response.

The deputy squad leader, who was also the machine gunner, immediately picked up the UKM-2000 light machine gun and began firing, while the other soldiers provided supplementary firepower with rifles, occasionally firing a few grenades to add to the excitement.

At the very back, two snipers with Sako TRG sniper rifles were firing at any remaining survivors.

They seemed to be playing quite well, but those small spherical machines were too fast, and at least a third of them broke through their firepower.

The soldiers were somewhat panicked. They didn't know exactly what these machines did. Would they self-destruct right under their feet? Or would sharp blades extend from the gaps in their armor and slash them to death?

They didn't dare to draw their pistols for defense; they were standing too close to each other. Although their armor was bulletproof, their habit of avoiding friendly fire led them to take out their melee knives.

However, to their surprise, these spheres completely ignored them and fled in all directions at high speed.

Yakubu quickly shouted, "Never mind that, let the people behind handle it! Keep an eye on the river!"

Despite the pressure, the team members did not back down, but continued to unleash all their firepower on the river, trying to destroy more small robots.

Yakubu's order was actually a bit risky. The little robots were behind them, and if they turned around and attacked them from behind, they would be completely unprepared.

But that instantaneous judgment was very accurate. The little robots didn't turn around and hurt people at all. They continued to unleash their firepower on the river surface, which still blocked most of the little robots that later came ashore.

However, the other two teams did not react as quickly as he did. After being breached, they retreated immediately to avoid being attacked from both sides.

The platoon leader was also dumbfounded. His four-man vehicle crew and the eight-man support team led by the deputy platoon leader were simply no match for so many small robots.

However, they discovered that the little robot had no interest in them either, and simply bypassed them, escaping in all directions.

The platoon leader quickly contacted his superiors to explain the situation and request backup.

It took 10 minutes for the river to calm down.

The deputy platoon leader ran over and asked, "What's going on? What do we do now? Do we have to go back and clear out all those little robots that were there before?"

The platoon leader shook his head and said, "How can we clear them out? They're too fast; we can't hit them. The company headquarters said they'll send a specialized, higher-ranking exoskeleton soldier to do the clearing; they're faster than us."

"What about adjusting the human? The exoskeleton doesn't seem to work either; we need to deploy the human!"

"I don't know what the higher-ups are thinking, but we haven't started yet, so let's just hold our ground for now and fire a couple of shells into the river every now and then."

At this moment, all three classes sent people over.

"Platoon leader, we're running out of ammunition."

"Our class is also short of ammunition; some people don't even have a single magazine left."

"Could you give us ten more base numbers?"

The platoon leader glared at the three men and asked, "Use it sparingly! Go get it from the truck!"

Yakubu frowned as he looked at the robot wreckage on the ground, when the deputy squad leader's voice came from behind him.

"Squad leader, the bullets have arrived. Hurry up and replenish them. There are just too many robots. I feel like if you bring two more waves, we'll run out of ammo in the vehicle."

"Did you ask the platoon leader if we needed to collect the robot wreckage and send it up for research?"

"I asked, and the platoon leader said it wasn't necessary. He said the troops that first came into contact upstream had already sent the wreckage up. Also, quite a few troops from the rear are slowly arriving and gradually clearing out the small robots that have broken through. I estimate they might even be able to capture any alive."

Squad leader, what do you think these robots are for? There are so many of them, like locusts. But they don't attack us, they just keep rushing in?

I suspect they might think we're not important enough? Is this some kind of attempt to bomb our vital facilities?

Yakubu shook his head and said, "Don't worry about it. It's none of our business anyway. Who knows what those bastards are up to?"

"Squad leader, they're from the wet tribe."

"The 'Wet Clan' is just a name they use to make themselves look better, to make us humans seem more sophisticated. In reality, they're just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp."

I actually feel the alliance is a bit weak. Why make it so complicated? Why not just use nuclear weapons to wipe out the enemy?

A junior soldier leaned over and said, "Squad leader, you're so biased! Putting aside the six million human consciousnesses, there are probably hundreds of millions of humans still alive in Europe, not to mention those in places like Russia in Africa."

"If we just used nuclear bombs to bombard the ground, how many people would die?"

Yakubu snorted and said, "They deserve it. These countries are, frankly speaking, sinners against humanity. It's only reasonable for them to die for the future of humanity. So tell me, who did we offend that we have to come here and risk our lives?"

I even had a girlfriend on Oasis, and I was planning to enjoy some quality time together during the holidays, but then this war broke out. What a bummer!

"Is she pretty?"

"Where in the Oasis can you find anyone who's ugly? You can pay to customize your own face, and they'll even make your skin look realistic, smooth, and with visible pores, and it'll feel so silky to the touch."

"Are you sure it's a woman?"

"what?"

"Class monitor, are you sure she's a girl? What if she's a boy? Aurora seems to allow you to choose your gender, but once you choose, you can't change it unless you spend a lot of money."

"...............What the hell!"

"Squad leader, you're so old-fashioned. Is this what the Oasis is like? I even paid to experience what it's like to be a woman."

"Wow, you're really generous! It's very expensive."

"We have to give it a try."

Yakubu looked constipated. He wasn't very good at using the Oasis and didn't even know that you could pay money to change your gender.

But giving it a try doesn't seem so bad.

Just as they were getting into a lively conversation, there was another disturbance upstream, and they quickly dispersed to their respective positions.

Another ten minutes of defense followed, and the situation was exactly the same as before; they still couldn't stop all the little robots.

However, after the little robots landed, they only cared about escaping and showed no intention of attacking them.

The situation remained strangely stable, with a large wave of small robots rushing directly from the Baltic Sea into the Vistula River every hour.

They would try to break ashore in every place, and each time they succeeded in getting many small robots to break through the defenses and run all over the place.

At 8 a.m., another wave of little robots rushed ashore.

Yakubu and his team mechanically swung their hammers.

With their ammunition long gone, Yakubu instructed his soldiers to keep their pistols as a last resort for self-defense, and to fight only with melee weapons.

Fortunately, there were just as many robots as locusts; they could easily smash many of them with a few swings.

Ten minutes later, as before, the robot swarm stopped.

Yakubu sat down on the ground. Even with the exoskeleton as an aid, he felt he couldn't hold on any longer.

Although we get an hour of rest each time, the intensity of each ten-minute battle is just too high.

Chasing after someone with a hammer is just too unreliable.

The platoon leader's voice came through the radio headset: "Everyone's giving it their all. After the next wave, we'll retreat. We originally had a backup team, but these robots have gone too far, and the need to stop them in various locations already requires too many people."

Moreover, the support team in Warsaw probably doesn't dare to move and is guarding the riverbank there.

No matter what, we can't let them into Warsaw.

Yakubu shrugged twice and said, "Understood, Platoon Leader."

The rest of the squad quietly walked over, sat down on the ground, and even took out their individual rations to eat breakfast.

Anyway, the next wave won't arrive for another hour.

After a night of fighting, they had figured it out.

This is a tower defense game.

Yakubu instinctively wanted his men to be a little more serious. Even if they came over to chat and rest, they couldn't just sit down or even take off their helmets to eat.

But when he looked into the distance, he saw steam rising from the other classes, and even from the platoon leader's side a little further back, clearly indicating that they were making coffee.

Forget it, I'm tired. Let's just destroy it.

Yakubu also took off his helmet and began to enjoy his breakfast.

Many allied countries sent troops to assist in this effort. Although not many came directly to the front lines, Poland was still afraid of losing face, so it used the highest level of support in all aspects.

Even these frontline infantrymen were equipped with the most luxurious SRG-5 No. 5 menu rations.

Poland's individual soldier rations have a good reputation for being luxurious and diverse.

Menu No. 5 rations are Poland's top-of-the-line 24-hour rations, considered the flagship model among individual soldier rations.

Yakubu was actually trying this menu for the first time, so he opened it and took a look.

In addition to the three main canned meats—sausage stew with green beans, chicken breast with cheese sauce, and chicken meatballs with spinach sauce—there are also canned pork leg, beef, and mixed pork and beef as meat side dishes.

He even discovered a whole giant rye bread! Not a biscuit, but a real, moist bread.

Although they had long been spoiled by the delicacies of the oasis, Yakubu and his comrades were still very happy to be able to eat this kind of food during battle.

Yakubu set up a metal stove, plugged in a piece of solid fuel, and made himself a cup of hot chocolate.

Just as he took out the jam to spread on the bread, a hissing sound suddenly came from the water.

He suddenly looked up, and a small drone had already flown right up to his face.

"Class monitor!"

The deputy squad leader next to him quickly pulled him back, saving him from a potentially fatal accident.

The plane didn't explode near his head, but it still injured his arm.

"Quickly, put on your helmets and get out of here."

"I still have bullets in my pistol, squad leader, you guys go first!"

"Let's go together! Stay close together. Our exoskeletons are very strong. This plane is too small; it definitely won't be able to be blown up in one go."

The squad retreated while covering each other. The pistol bullets they had saved earlier came in very handy, and the simultaneous firing of eight pistols slowed down the swarm of aircraft rushing towards them.

However, the situation was not so good for the other two classes. Due to carelessness, many people were directly injured in the legs by the first wave of aircraft. After their movements were restricted, countless drones swarmed in.