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

Halabbi returned to the camp established by ordinary people with his head held high. When the camp was established, various small groups had their own ideas, which were directly reflected in the location of the camp.

The outermost perimeter was occupied by soldiers. They did not completely surround the ordinary people, but instead established their own camps, separating them from the civilian camps.

In the civilian camp of over a thousand people, small groups have formed. The largest group consists of Arab refugees, numbering over five hundred, followed by the Turkish community of over four hundred.

Finally, there were a few scattered German natives and some Asians. They were the fewest in number, but they also spontaneously banded together for mutual support.

They fled into the forest a week after the war began, and after nearly a month of development, they have gradually formed a distorted social structure.

Simply put, it's a matter of who has the bigger fist.

The German natives and Asians were assigned the most arduous tasks. They were forced to leave the forest to fetch water from the stream, to collect berries, and to gather porcini and chanterelle mushrooms from the forest.

They did consider resisting, but the disparity in numbers was too great, leaving them with no choice.

The most painful are a few wealthy liberals who consistently vote for parties that want to grant asylum to refugees, as if doing so would make them more noble.

But in the past, all they had to do was vote; they couldn't see the actual impact of the refugees coming in.

Many online video bloggers have done similar comedic shows, randomly selecting a few liberals and asking them if they would be willing to provide asylum to refugees. They would then loudly proclaim their liberal ideals in front of the camera, offering a seemingly logical analysis of how to help the refugees, and finally shouting a slogan put forward by the German leader.

We can do it!

But when those video bloggers actually brought over a few refugees, wanting them to take these people home, their expressions immediately changed. They came up with all sorts of bizarre excuses, such as a family member being sick, having OCD, or the weather being too hot today, and then they would quickly run away, as if their previous eloquent conversation had never existed.

To put it bluntly, everyone knows that the quality of refugees varies greatly, and a large-scale introduction of them would inevitably lead to social unrest.

They just don't care; they're rich, and they need young refugees to supplement their workforce.

Even if 7 out of 10 refugees are criminals, 2 are lazybones, and only 1 is an honest person who will come out to work, they are still willing to accept them.

Anyway, those seven criminals and two lazybones won't show up in his neighborhood.

When the army entered the woods, they thought they were saved. To their surprise, the officer opposite them said with a mocking look that they were the government's army, and the government had promised to shelter these refugees, so their rights were equal, and they would not interfere in the internal problems of the people.

Several white leftists rubbed their swollen calves and complained in low voices.

At that moment, Harabi walked over with a few people and shouted at them, "We're having a meeting soon to decide where the team is going."

He left without waiting for a reply.

The white man leading the group was a former small furniture factory owner. He beckoned, and several core members gathered around.

"The berries and mushrooms in the forest are getting harder and harder to pick, and the Sobb people won't take us in. Those soldiers will definitely choose to withdraw, but I feel that those Arabs might be unwilling to give up and might hold a vote to try to get those soldiers to attack the Sobb villages."

They might even take the opportunity to demand weapons, perhaps under the pretext of a coordinated attack.

"So what do we do?"

"The best option is definitely to go with the army, but they might not take us with them. What I mean is, we might as well stir up trouble and let those damn refugees cause trouble for the army."

"They say we're outnumbered, so we'll just launch a night raid. We're armed ourselves; that's better than anything else."

Everyone else thought the idea was a bit far-fetched and advised against it, saying, "Would the Arabs be so foolish as to dare to take direct action?"

The furniture factory owner said sarcastically, "Why wouldn't they dare? They still think this is the past, a time when murder and arson didn't go to jail or get punished."

You can just watch me. I'll go over and say a few words in a bit.

"Let them go to the army to ask for guns first. The army definitely won't give them to them. Then let them steal. They're all thieves anyway, so they'll definitely agree. When the army finds out, they won't run away; they'll just rob them."

"What will happen next? What will we do?"

The furniture factory owner said fiercely, "We'll kill people in the camp behind! The army won't pay much attention to them and won't kill many. We'll have to rely on ourselves! We'll kill all those bastards today!"

"They're all dead. It's much easier for us, a hundred or so, to survive in the forest. We don't need to search for water and food for so many people, and we have plenty of supplies!"

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That evening, after having a quick bite to eat, Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi saw that Harabi had come looking for him again with a large group of people.

Harab said, slightly angrily, "Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi, are you even soldiers? Didn't we tell you this afternoon that we had a meeting and decided to launch a full-scale attack on those villages? This is a matter of life and death, how can they be so selfish as to keep all the resources for survival to themselves?"

Where are the guns we requested? You said you'd send us some weapons tonight so we could have basic self-defense capabilities, why are you completely ignoring that?

We are now the survivors of Cottbus. We have formed a city council and held internal elections. You must follow our lead.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi noticed that Halabi had not only brought some civilians with him, but also several of his soldiers.

Fortunately, in the afternoon he used the excuse that the forest was too damp to request that the firearms and ammunition be serviced in rotation. These people were all in the first batch.

He laughed and said, "Get lost!"

Halabi exclaimed in surprise, "Germany is our Germany! Not yours! You need to accept the government's command!"

"roll!"

Harab squinted and said, "You don't want to be soldiers, but you can't control those who are willing to follow the government's orders. You have to give their guns back. What's this about gun maintenance? Is it an insult to our intelligence? Why should those who trust us, the people, be required to take out their guns for maintenance?"

"roll!"

Harab was speechless. Logically, he should have lingered there a little longer, but Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi showed no intention of talking, leaving him with no reason to stay any longer.

He feigned anger, glaring at Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi, and the two groups remained locked in a stalemate.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi didn't take it seriously at first, but suddenly his heart tightened, and he whispered to the soldier next to him, "Have our men assemble immediately. Be careful they steal things, so the soldiers can't act alone, or they might get ambushed."

Upon seeing this action, Harabi turned and left without hesitation.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi, however, had no intention of letting him leave and immediately ordered, "Tie them up! Assemble immediately, check the numbers, and see if anyone is missing."

Harabi realized something was wrong and turned to run, but all around him were swinging sticks.

A month has passed since the war began, and the soldiers have been fleeing. They have witnessed many of their comrades being killed, and the pressure on them has long been off the charts. If it weren't for the high quality of this unit and the prestige of Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi, the entire unit might have collapsed long ago.

After they finally escaped into the forest, they were still very happy to see the more than one thousand surviving people.

But then they realized they were wrong; the people were treating them like servants.

They would ask them to help dig and build semi-underground insulated shelters, to help cut down trees and build fences, and even complain that they had failed in battle and caused the country's decline.

They had been holding back, but now that they had received the order, they couldn't stop themselves. Before Harabbi and his men could even be tied up, they were beaten to death with sticks.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi sensed that the situation was getting out of control, but he couldn't stop the soldiers from venting their anger; no one could stop a group of burly men with bloodshot eyes.

Even Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi himself didn't actually think there was anything wrong with what he was doing.

A commotion arose around them, and several soldiers ran over: "Lieutenant Colonel! A lot of people came trying to steal our spare ammunition, and we killed them. But when we were counting heads, we found that five people were missing. We asked who they were, and they went to the toilet and never came back."

We searched that area, but didn't see anyone, though there was a lot of blood!

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi glanced into the distance. He knew that not all of the thousand-plus people were bad; most were just going with the flow.

But he couldn't contain his anger any longer, and he pulled out his pistol.

"Come on, let's go rescue them!"

More than 700 armed men marched angrily toward the civilian camp.

Seeing the menacing group, the remaining leaders were a little panicked, but thinking of the hostages in their hands, they still felt that there was not much of a problem.

A Turkish woman stepped forward and said, "What are you doing! You are German soldiers! You should be protecting the interests of the Germans! We have spontaneously elected representatives from among the survivors, and you should obey our orders!"

"Enough with the nonsense, you've captured my men, release them!"

The Turkish woman smiled and said, "If you put down your guns and accept our leadership, we will naturally release the people."

She wasn't really stupid enough to think Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi would lay down his weapon; she just wanted to exchange it for something else.

Once they have guns of their own, they won't need to worry about these soldiers so much anymore.

But she never considered that soldiers, especially those already under immense pressure, are not used to negotiation; they prefer to let their guns do the talking.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi nodded expressionlessly and said, "Fortunately, war broke out and Germany was finished. Otherwise, a few years later, I might have seen a Turk, or even a female Turk, as the mayor or even the chancellor of Berlin."

Although we were taught from a young age that the artist was wrong, now I think that in some aspects he might not have actually done anything wrong.

For example, Germany belongs to us Germans, not to you bunch of stinking immigrants.

After saying that, he didn't hesitate and immediately drew his gun and started firing.

Logically, in order to conserve ammunition and avoid being targeted by robots, he always insisted on not firing guns as much as possible, and even when hunting wild boars, they mainly used traps and their homemade spears.

But he couldn't think about that anymore; he just wanted to send the woman in front of him to see the god she believed in as quickly as possible.

When the surrounding soldiers saw their commander take action, they also began to draw their weapons and fight back.

The refugees were caught off guard and immediately began to scatter and flee.

The soldiers rushed into the camp and began searching for their comrades.

In an open area of ​​the camp, they found the five missing soldiers, but they were already dead.

They died a humiliating death, clearly ambushed while using the toilet, their pants not even pulled up, and they were dragged all the way here. Their bodies were covered in various wounds, and their heads were beaten beyond recognition.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi clenched his fist and said, "Kill! Leave no one alive, kill them all!"

The forest turned into a chase, with fierce-looking soldiers brandishing guns and beginning a massacre.

At the other end of the camp, the small furniture factory owner hadn't expected things to turn out this way. He'd even thought he'd be the protagonist of the apocalypse. He'd envisioned becoming the leader of the group after the army left. He could use the army to kill a wave of Arabs and Turks, and then they could kill another wave themselves.

Just keep the pretty girls; for the sake of human reproduction, girls must be kept.

But when he led his men to hunt down the Arabs with spears, the soldiers did not see them as allies.

The soldiers no longer wanted to consider any complicated issues; they relied on their physical instincts to perform tactical maneuvers. These humans were much easier to deal with than those Iron Men.

They began hunting down everyone not in uniform, men and women, old and young, and they wiped out the entire forest.