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

The 694 surviving members of the Ministry of National Defense Guard Battalion began a forced march, and their physical strength was fully replenished after two consecutive days of high-quality food supplies.

As darkness fell, they finally arrived at their destination for the day: the Lausitz lignite mine.

The Lausitz lignite mining area is a very famous mining area in Germany. The open-pit mine can reach a depth of nearly 80 meters. The earthen walls are covered with layers of lignite and white sand, as if a cross-section of the strata has been made.

It also houses the world's largest moving conveyor belt bridge, which is 502 meters long, 80 meters high, and weighs 2400 tons. It is known as the Eiffel Tower lying down.

Of course, the Ministry of National Defense guard battalion did not head towards the center of the mining area because they believed that the area was too likely to be occupied.

Moreover, those massive bucket wheel excavators, some a hundred meters high and two hundred meters long, looked absolutely terrifying. Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi gazed at the towering, ten-thousand-ton behemoths in the distance, and began to pray that these machines would not become weapons used to hunt them down.

They quietly bypassed the edge of the mining area and found an abandoned village.

The road signs here are rusty, but you can vaguely see "Horno" written on them, which should be the name of the village.

The bus stop here hasn't been demolished, but the surrounding pine trees have gradually enclosed it in the middle.

Most of the houses in the village were damaged, with all the windows shattered. Some houses had even collapsed, leaving only a few broken walls.

The adjutant gave instructions to the soldiers below, then ran over excitedly and said, "Lieutenant Colonel, there are also traces here. Someone passed through here before."

We found quite a few clues, and their numbers were clearly much larger. For one thing, there was a piece of land over there that had obviously been dug up, probably specifically used as a field toilet.

I estimate there might be tens of thousands of them.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi was even more invigorated: "Aside from the city, only the Sobs have a population this size. The Sobs wouldn't let us into the village before, but they've all gathered in White Mountain Village."

We've seen the survivors of Cottbus, and even if there were some other groups, it's unlikely that 10,000 people could have escaped the city.

So it's highly likely that they're one of our own people. I've thought about it carefully, and it should be from the Lithuanian side!

We previously had a combat group in Lithuania, which was a battalion-level combat unit that was rotated among NATO countries.

Later, Russia joined the EU, Lithuania withdrew from the EU, and NATO became defunct. The Lithuanian troops were withdrawn and later expanded into a brigade-level unit, which was then placed in Nizhny Lausic for training.

"It must be them! They have a lot of new recruits, so they probably haven't had time to assign robots or redeploy soldiers yet, which is why they're still at full strength!"

The adjutant thought for a moment, feeling that the logic was very closed, and was also a little excited: "Are they a company that has just started field training? Then they should have a lot of field equipment."

"Field equipment is meaningless. Even if we were fully equipped now, it wouldn't be enough to launch a counterattack. But their own supplies are probably much more complete than ours."

Moreover, they may have received messages from higher-ups. After all, we fled in a hurry and completely lost contact. They might have received messages from command and know the current situation.

"Now the robots and human operators are having problems, and it's not just us experiencing this. What about overseas? Have the Americans using Aurora technology been affected? If not, they should be helping us."

The adjutant wasn't so optimistic: "Will the Americans come to our rescue? Those robots are tough to deal with; people might die, and it'll cost a lot of money."

"What do you know? The aurora borealis is a technology that won't kill anyone. As for money, we can just sell off the whole of Europe, give away all the land and stuff. Survival is the most important thing."

Moreover, there are quite a few German Americans there, and they would likely help advocate for rescue efforts to the US government.

Also, the aurora borealis might very well help us! Most people in Asia have a bias against us, so they'll probably plead with the aurora borealis on our behalf.

Japan began learning from us over a hundred years ago; their constitution was copied from ours. Some people say the Japanese may have contracted German measles, not just physically, but also mentally, as we dominate education, military, law, and science, and we employ German experts.

Of course, the Japanese are no longer of much use. They have lost their voice. Even if they keep praising Chen Yiran and releasing merchandise he likes on Oasis, they don't get any real benefits.

But Chinese people also like us very much. Although when I traveled there, many people inexplicably asked me if there were oil-paper packets in German sewers. But they were all very friendly and kind to Germany, which might affect Chen Yiran's impression of us.

Needless to say, there are so many Korean angels working here in the past. Koreans will try to help us. The relationship between Aurora and Korea is also very good, so it's very likely that their opinions will be adopted.

The adjutant understood his superior's meaning. Aside from government-level dialogues and economic considerations, South Koreans do indeed have some deep-rooted ties with Germany. In fact, at the level of ordinary people, the relationship between South Korea and Germany is even better than that between Japan and Germany.

In 1961, when South Korea was not yet one of the Four Asian Tigers, its per capita GDP was less than $80, its unemployment rate reached a staggering 40%, and its foreign exchange reserves were only $20 million.

Park Chung-hee sought loans everywhere, but the Americans already thought South Korea was beyond saving and had no intention of investing any more money. Other Western countries followed suit and completely ignored South Korea.

Only West Germany seriously considered this matter; initially, it was simply out of support for another country, which was also torn apart by the Cold War, from a divided nation.

Later, this turned into a win-win situation of mutual support.

West Germany and South Korea signed an Economic and Technical Assistance Agreement, under which West Germany provided South Korea with a commercial loan of 1.5 million marks.

However, because South Korea was too poor, no bank would guarantee loans for such a poor country. So West Germany sent 8000 miners and 10000 nurses from South Korea to work in Germany, using a portion of their wages as collateral for loans.

West Germany had just experienced the Rhine River miracle. Although the economy was beginning to improve, there was a severe labor shortage. Coal mines were unable to recruit workers, and hospitals were short of tens of thousands of nurses.

One side lacked manpower, and the other side lacked funds; the two sides complemented each other perfectly.

Neither of these jobs is easy, but East Asians are indeed hardworking and have earned a good reputation in Germany. When German companies conducted underground tests for miners, all of these South Korean miners passed, and not a single one was eliminated, which amazed the Germans.

Korean nurses are even more highly regarded. In the 1980s, the German Hospital Association conducted a survey asking which colleague they would most like to work with. The most common answer was Korean nurses. Germans at the time simply called them Korean angels.

These people earned a lot of foreign exchange, which gave South Korea, a poor country, its first pot of gold. This played a significant role in the country's subsequent industrialization, preventing South Korean farmers from becoming victims of industrialization and allowing them to live well, even better than urban workers.

Half of these people did not return to South Korea but stayed in Germany, forming the largest Korean community in Europe after the United Kingdom, numbering as many as 40,000.

Some older people also use this perspective to criticize the current immigration policy, saying that we should not accept refugees because of the labor shortage. Why not recruit people from Asia? They are all honest and hardworking people who work hard to support their families.

Unlike these old men from Africa, who just sit back and wait for handouts, or they'll steal or rob.

Similar remarks, coupled with the recent popularity of the South Korean entertainment industry in Germany, have brought the people-to-people relations between South Korea and Germany closer.

Logically speaking, it is only natural for both South Korea and the United States to actively seek ways to save Germany.

But the adjutant was actually a pessimist; he always felt things wouldn't go so smoothly. Since his superior had spoken, he just went along with it for a few moments.

"You're right. South Korea should also be able to play a significant role. Aurora and Samsung have such a good relationship, so if Samsung makes a request, Aurora is very likely to take it into consideration."

"Hurry up and eat and rest. Tomorrow we'll chase them like crazy. We're outnumbered but march fast, so we should catch up with them by tomorrow!"

Nothing happened that night, and the next day, the Ministry of National Defense Guard Battalion set off again, full of energy.

They left the ruins of the village with a sense of satisfaction.

The food has been great these past two days, and the accommodations are much more comfortable than in the woods; they're not as damp.

Today, they may merge with a large force, which will make their survival more secure in the future.

However, they had only gone about a kilometer when they encountered an obstacle: six robots suddenly attacked them.

There were six tall spider robots, not the most advanced models. Most of the soldiers recognized them; they were Google's Hundred Eyes, robots that Israel had used to attack Iran.

They are outdated products from several years ago, with high fuel consumption, short combat time, poor networking capabilities, not very high intelligence, and poor collaborative combat capabilities.

But for these exhausted refugees, these six were already a deadly weapon.

Those six robots were probably just sitting there on standby. They only started attacking automatically when they detected humans. The six robots rushed into the crowd and began cutting and slicing through people.

After a fierce battle, several precious grenades were used, and some valuable hand grenades were thrown.

The six robots were eventually destroyed by them. Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi, disregarding the bodies of the dead soldiers, immediately led his men to take a detour.

Some soldiers, with red eyes, carried the bodies of their fallen comrades on their backs, hoping to find a place later where they could be laid to rest.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi roared, "Put them down! Put them down! We can't be sure if there are any other robots around, or if they can call reinforcements to hunt us down. We need to move quickly! Put them down!"

The adjutant and other junior officers also began to urge the soldiers to put down their comrades' bodies. The soldiers were not stupid, but they couldn't control their emotions for a moment. After being urged, they turned the bodies over into the grass, and some even covered the bodies with coats before getting up with the main force.

Like stray dogs being chased, they walked for more than an hour under the scorching sun, taking a long detour before finally stopping at an abandoned office building.

This must have been a former mine entrance, now buried and closed. This abandoned building used to be the workers' changing room.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi, panting, said to his adjutant, "Go check on the casualties."

The adjutant, panting heavily, didn't answer, but nodded and went down to start counting.

After a while, the adjutant returned with red eyes and said, "103 people were killed in action. Some of them were wounded from before and were killed in the battle because they were unable to move easily."

There were too many minor injuries for me to count, but the more troublesome thing is that six people didn't show any signs of injury during the fight, and now it seems like there's something wrong with their legs; they're starting to have trouble walking.

"A fracture?"

"It seems so. Four of them are already unconscious. The medic said that two of them probably experienced nerve pain after their adrenaline levels dropped. However, given that they marched for so long after their fractures, they are likely to experience nonunion or malunion later on."

The other two cases were even more serious. The military doctor said that the forced marching had aggravated the fractures, leading to severe internal bleeding, and they were now in hemorrhagic shock.

"Can it be saved?"

"The four with simple fractures will definitely lose their mobility, but they can be saved. The two with blood loss are more troublesome. There isn't a good environment right now, so we can only do simple hemostasis. Without effective follow-up treatment, they may not survive."

After a brief silence, Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi inquired about the supplies.

"What about the loss of supplies?"

The adjutant's face showed an even more complicated expression: "It was huge. During the battle, those six robots rushed around everywhere, smashing all the bags we had with our food. Most of the pickled fish were scattered all over the ground, and we didn't have time to pick them up."

The most critical issue was water. They broke the water canister on our cart, and besides the tactical hydration packs we had on our bodies, we only had one canister left.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi, trying not to break down on the spot, sighed, took out his map, looked at it, and said, "The water source is alright. Although the water here isn't as good as in Spree Forest, it should be drinkable."

However, the containers are a problem. We only have four field water jugs, which were already not enough, and now we only have one left, which is completely insufficient.

The Ministry of Defense guard battalion had traveled through areas with streams along the way, and despite the ongoing war in Germany, there had been no shortage of water or electricity, so they were not too worried about water.

However, they still carried four field water tanks with them and found four wheelbarrows at the construction site to carry them.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi planned to use these four water tanks to make his way to the Liberozhe Wasteland. Each water tank held about 150 liters, and the four tanks, along with the tactical water bags they each carried, would be enough to sustain them for a day or two while searching for a water source.

With only one canister of water, the pressure of resupplying along the way is immense.

The adjutant, somewhat annoyed, touched the water bag on his body and said, "We should have brought a 3-liter water bag. This 1-liter one is too small."

"There's no way around it, the 3-liter one is too big and doesn't look good."

However, the Ministry of National Defense Guard Battalion is not an ordinary combat unit; they are more for display purposes. Therefore, in order to look good and appear energetic without being too bulky, they carry small 1-liter water bags.

This small capacity is generally used for short, rapid assaults or urban warfare where supplies can be easily replenished; it is simply not enough for their current field marches.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi looked around at his uniform, his gaze settling on his boots. He quickly shook his head; as long as he wasn't dead, he didn't want to resort to such a last resort.

After fumbling around on his person for a while, Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi pulled out the raincoat pouch attached to the side of his tactical vest. The placement was strategic; hanging it here ensured that soldiers could quickly pull out their raincoats and put them on while running without removing their backpacks.

However, Bernardi clearly didn't take out the raincoat for defense. He simply gathered all four corners together, took out the paracord from his backpack, and tied it tightly, forming a package similar to a large water bladder.

"That's enough for now. Let's take a break. We'll stay here and rest today, then rest again tomorrow, and set off the day after tomorrow to fetch water on the way."

The adjutant hesitated for a moment and asked, "The fighting was so loud just now, wouldn't it be a bit dangerous to stay here overnight?"

Bernardi shook his head, saying expectantly, "If robots come specifically to hunt us down, we might not be able to escape even if we run. Let's take a break. Besides, you said the fighting is so loud."

Our troops ahead might hear us too! We can wait; maybe they'll come back for us.