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

Gunshots, cries, and roars mingled in the Spree Forest. Unarmed refugees began to scatter and flee, but the traps left by Sob dealt them another heavy blow.

The heavy animal traps hidden under the leaves, with their sharp, pointed pits, are completely impossible to guard against.

On the other side of the forest, an old man with white hair stood on the high ground of the village, listening to the noise from the forest.

He is Jan Crafts, the village chief of White Mountain Village. Crafts means tailor in the Sorb language. Perhaps the Sorb people were so short of tailors in ancient times that tailor is one of the most authentic Sorb surnames.

Of course, Chief Krafts wasn't a tailor; he was an excellent carpenter and had three outstanding sons. He was highly respected not only in White Mountain Village but also in other nearby Sorb villages.

So when the disaster struck, people from several surrounding villages came to ask him what to do.

He acted decisively and united all the Sobs around him.

Baishan Village is the largest village in the vicinity, but it only has a little over a thousand people. There are also more than a dozen Sobu villages of varying sizes around it.

Krafts connected all the villages around the Spree Forest and gathered everyone at Slavwood Castle.

This is a reconstructed Slavic wooden castle built in the 9th or 10th century. It has been archaeologically restored by the government and includes wooden walls, towers, and moats.

The houses inside are very characteristic of the local area, with rammed earth bricks on the ground floor. The upper part uses logs as a frame, and the top timber wall is plastered with white stucco.

The roofs are all steep slopes, covered with red terracotta tiles or wooden tiles, and some old houses even have reed and straw roofs.

Each of the small white windows has a small stand with red geraniums on it.

The housing, cattle shed, and granary were combined into one unit, and it was also equipped with a manual hand pump well.

Inside the courtyard, there are fruit trees, beehives, and neatly stacked firewood with the cut side facing outwards, forming a wall along the courtyard wall.

The ancestors of the Sorbs were the Slavs who built this wooden fortress, and it is their spiritual totem.

After the crisis hit, they moved all their supplies into the wooden fort.

Crafts once thought that their little town was safe and that no one would come looking for them.

This place has nothing, so it's not worth attacking at all.

Moreover, attacking this place would be extremely difficult.

After all, there are zero roads leading to their village!

There are absolutely no roads; this village is completely inaccessible!

There is not a single road connecting the dozen or so villages nearby; the houses are connected by waterways and a few wooden walkways.

This is a characteristic of Spree Forest; the villages here can be described as island villages.

Countless streams and rivers cut through the forest, and the Sorbs travel in and out using small flat-bottomed boats.

In ordinary times, apart from large venues that specifically use these larger plots of land, ordinary families' houses are scattered on the high ground between the river branches, each family owning a plot of land, which are not connected to each other, and each family has its own boat house and small dock.

Normally, this would cause a lot of trouble.

But during wartime, this was horribly awful terrain.

The river was too shallow for ordinary boats to navigate; only flat-bottomed boats with poles could pass.

Now, these are outposts and fortresses.

Krafts now stands on this isolated island, gazing anxiously into the distance.

A teenager came running up, panting, and said, "Uncle! Uncle Crafts! Those robots on the west side are moving again, and much faster than before. They've advanced dozens of meters today alone."

Uncle Meto said, "At this rate, in another week or two, they might be able to clear that muddy area and flush it into the village!"

Krafts exclaimed in surprise, "How could it be so fast?"

"It seems like a few more of those robots have arrived, now there are more than a dozen there. Uncle Meto is very scared, he has already told several families in the neighborhood to evacuate, but he is still there keeping watch."

Crafts said to his eldest son beside him, "You stay here and get ready, wait for my call. I need to confirm with them what to do next, we might have to leave."

His eldest son, Buda, said with some anguish, "Are we really leaving? This is our village! We've made so many preparations. Why don't we try to hold it? We have so many able-bodied men and plenty of hunting rifles."

Budal really didn't want to leave. There were plenty of wild boars and roe deer nearby. The Sobs of Lower Lausitz hunted year-round, and almost every household had a gun, not to mention countless axes, pitchforks, and long knives.

With his familiarity with the terrain, he always felt that even if it was difficult, he had to try to protect the village.

Krafts didn't say anything, but frowned and hurried back to Slavic Castle.

In the council chamber of the wooden fortress, Krafts met a dozen or so old men, who were the village chiefs of a dozen or so other villages.

Upon seeing Krafts enter, they approached and asked, "What's the situation over there? Will those troops launch a full-scale attack on us?"

Krafts shook his head and said, "Judging from the sounds, it seems like they're fighting amongst themselves, but we're not sure if they'll attack us after they're done."

"It's chaotic over there. I reckon most of our traps and animal snares are probably gone."

"Are you leaving?"

"Couldn't we try to hold out for a while? Didn't they say there aren't many soldiers over there?"

"We can't hold out, we can't hold out. Not to mention whether they have grenades or anything like that, we can't even beat them with regular rifles. All we have are hunting rifles, which are good for hunting, but they're a huge disadvantage in war."

Crafts quickly waved his hand to interrupt their discussion, saying helplessly, "We have to go, and we have to leave as soon as possible. Meto said they've added more robots over there, and once the silt is cleared, they can just rush in. How are we going to fight those iron behemoths then?"

The village chiefs of the other villages immediately fell silent. According to the plot of some novels and movies, these old guys should have stood up to object at this time, pretending to want to maintain tradition, and saying that they couldn't bear to leave the village and would live and die with it.

But in reality, they weren't such pedantic people. After a moment of disappointment, they cheered up and began to divide the work, each gathering the people they were responsible for and preparing to run away.

Crafts, along with a group of young men, began the most important task: repackaging the food.

The Spree Forest's signature dish is pickled cucumbers, a protected geographical indication product, which the Sorbs are also very good at making. Krafts and his men carried rows of earthenware jars from the cellar onto the small boat.

The potato flour, cured meat, and lard from the cellar were all sorted and packed onto the boat.

Because they were neatly stacked in the cellar, the process went very smoothly and was much faster than expected. The other village chiefs were still out there notifying people to gather and hadn't returned yet.

Krafts walked alone down the street and began collecting things that were not usually remarkable.

Some door frames with carved patterns, some ordinary linen fabrics, and Easter eggs that every household displays.

Easter eggs are the most recognizable Sorbet symbol. Patterns are drawn on the eggshell with beeswax, and after dyeing, the wax falls off, leaving the patterns. They come in all colors, including red, black, green, and yellow, and the patterns are mostly geometric shapes or flowers.

There are also Maslenitsa masks. Maslenitsa is a traditional festival of the Lower Lausitzsoub people. They make their own wooden masks, wear them, and parade around. When things are not going well, every family will hang the masks at their door to ward off evil spirits.

Now, every household has hung masks at their door, and Krafts has put away his own mask in his backpack.

He felt that no matter where he was, as long as he still had this mask in his hand, as long as he remembered the characteristics of his hometown, he would be able to live there.

He will remain a Sob, and the Sob culture will not perish.

When groups of people gathered at the wooden fort, he said nothing and directly directed them to board different flat-bottomed boats and begin leaving their homes.

After leaving the village, they took a detour to a nearby area to catch fish. Lausitz is a traditional carp-farming area in Germany, with hundreds of artificial ponds and dams.

The Sobu people always believed that the disasters from the outside world were caused by robots, and they knew nothing about killer whales, dolphins, or wet tribes, so they had no defenses against the water.

After discovering that the nearby carp pond was unattended, they proceeded to scoop up a large quantity of fish.

When the traditional fish trap is pulled up, the carp inside are already quite large, after all, the harvest season is just two months away.

Central and Eastern Europe, such as the Czech Republic, Poland, and Hungary, have a tradition of eating carp, as do southern and eastern Germany.

Carp is not only a traditional delicacy, but also an important festive symbol, and it is the traditional protagonist of Christmas.

Carp is the main dish on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. This tradition can be traced back to the medieval Catholic fasting custom during Advent, when meat could not be eaten. However, fish was not considered meat, so carp, which is hardy and easy to raise, became the best choice for the holiday.

The Sorbs celebrated Christmas early by coating carp in flour and deep-frying them in their portable iron pots.

The fish in the pond are all German mirror carp, also known as three-scaled carp. They are a superior breed specifically bred for consumption. They have fewer scales on their bodies, a higher meat yield, and tender flesh.

Accompanied by the gradually subsiding sounds of killing in the distance, and the cawing of crows in the sky.

The Sobu people ate their last meal in their hometown. Following tradition, after eating the carp, they ceremoniously put the shiniest fish scale left over from when they slaughtered the fish into their wallets.

People believe that shiny fish scales, resembling coins, bring good luck for the future.

Without further hesitation, they traveled through the night and left their hometown.