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

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi had hoped to have a couple of days of rest, allowing the potentially large force to try and find them, and also to give his men a good rest, at least to restore their morale.

However, the result was quite disappointing to him; there was no trace of the potentially large force that had come.

This puzzled Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi considerably. In any case, there was definitely a refugee group of about 10,000 people on their route, and there really shouldn't be anyone else around besides the army.

He always believed that there was an army ahead.

He could only console himself that perhaps the commander of the front-line troops was more cautious, which was understandable. After all, the situation was so bad that he had to prioritize the lives of his men, and it was possible that he didn't dare to send anyone over to check.

Of course, this only disappointed him a little. What really broke him was that the team's morale had dropped to a low point.

They not only lost 103 comrades, but also lost the six who were incapacitated.

Perhaps they didn't want to be a burden to the team, perhaps they felt that living was too tiring, or perhaps they simply wanted to leave this cruel world, the six wounded men made a decision together and chose to end their own lives.

The six of them were placed in the best room they could find in the building. Their comrades found some soft wooden boards for them to use as bed boards, hoping that they could recover well.

However, the six of them clearly communicated in secret and reached an agreement. At night, they all secretly got up, untied the tourniquets from their legs, and tied them around their necks.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi stood in the room, looking at his six men. He had come to comfort them the night before and promised to do everything he could to keep them alive.

Countless soldiers stood silently at the gate, heads bowed, fists clenched, wanting to vent their frustrations but unsure what to do.

The medic said in a hoarse voice, "I gave them enough painkillers yesterday, so they weren't in pain. The tourniquet wasn't too tight, and they passed through slowly without pain; you could say they fell asleep."

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi was silent for a moment, then turned to the soldiers outside the door and said, "Don't block the way here. Do you know why they made this choice? They just didn't want to implicate us! We won't let them down. We want to live better. Let's rest for another day, and we'll set off tomorrow."

Let's fetch water first, then continue towards the Liberozhe Wasteland. As you know, there's a large force of about ten thousand ahead of us. They're definitely soldiers too, and their organization should be better preserved. Once we catch up with them and join them, things won't be so difficult anymore.

Stop crowding around here, everyone go and rest!

The soldiers at the gate dispersed in silence. They were still very sad, but they were also looking forward to finding the main force. They forced themselves not to think about their fallen comrades, not to think about the difficulties of the past two days, and to get some rest.

Another day passed, and Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi led his men to bury six of his comrades under a road sign before continuing on with the remaining 585 men.

Their destination was a nearby artificial lake, which was less than 4 kilometers away by detour, but a bit further from the current main coal mining area.

These artificial lakes are actually former coal mine pits. After the resources are depleted, not only are the mine pits closed, but water is also added to form artificial lakes. Artificial beaches are even created on the sides, and new saplings are planted to restore the environment.

Normally, for an ordinary soldier maintaining the current load, the passing grade for walking 5 kilometers is 26 minutes. For an elite unit like the Ministry of National Defense Guard Battalion, almost all members can achieve the excellent time of 22 minutes.

However, their current situation clearly meant they couldn't move quickly. Although Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi had completely abandoned tactical skills and laid everything on the line, not even sending out scouts or observing the surrounding environment, and simply walking blindly, it still took them nearly an hour to reach a small lake.

A few hundred meters from the lake, Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi pretended to send a team ahead to scout the situation.

Actually, there wasn't much to investigate. The lake was calm, and the water quality was much better than they had imagined; it was crystal clear, but they couldn't see any fish.

There are some old coal mine buildings by the lake, which now include changing rooms, equipment rooms, and shower rooms.

The soldier who went to scout ran back and said, "Lieutenant Colonel, the equipment in the building is still usable, the water supply is still running, and we can even take a shower."

There are still quite a few old tools in the equipment room inside; we can take them with us when we go back, they'll definitely come in handy.

The lake over there is also nice; it's very clear.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi breathed a sigh of relief, finally there was some good news: "Don't go to the lake. Even if it's clear, you have to be careful. This is a lake, not a stream or creek in the Spree Forest. No matter how clear it is here, you can't see the bottom. You could be ambushed."

"The tap water's still running, so we can just refill our water supply there and take a shower while we're at it; everyone's stinky these past few days."

Upon hearing the lieutenant colonel's order, the soldiers began to go inside to replenish their water and take showers.

The bathrooms here are very large; it's a huge shower room divided into small cubicles by wooden planks, with about a hundred small shower stalls.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi waited outside for two rounds before finally going in to shower on the third. This place used to be a large mine, with all sorts of equipment, and even the hot water pipes connected to the main mine hadn't been cut off and were still supplying hot water.

The warm water poured over his body, and he felt his tense nerves finally relax a little.

He even fantasized in his heart that perhaps the situation wasn't as bad as he imagined.

The water and electricity supply remained uninterrupted, suggesting that the robots likely also require these resources to ensure the factory's operation.

But the hot water hasn't stopped, which is absurd. Maybe the coal mine hasn't been overrun yet? After all, if the robots have taken over, what use would they have for the hot water?

Lost in his thoughts, he took a full half hour to turn off the water. Without a towel, he could only shake himself off like a dog and walk out in his military uniform.

His adjutant was waiting at the door. When he saw him come out, he secretly pulled him aside and handed him a bag of clothes.

"Lieutenant Colonel, this place is like a treasure trove! Look what I've found!"

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi frowned: "This is just an ordinary jacket. Although it's clean, we can't fit our weapon belts on it. It's unusable."

"Hey, I'm covering for them, afraid they'll see us and chase after us to rob us. Look inside."

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi looked around to make sure no one was watching, then opened the package and exclaimed in shock, "Underwear! And it's still clean! Did these miners leave without taking anything?"

"When the mine was abandoned, it wasn't like it is now. These old underwear aren't anything valuable, so I guess they were too lazy to take them. They were probably provided by the company anyway. I noticed they didn't take the miners' clothes, headlamps, helmets, or anything like that either."

"Great, I feel like my lower body is on fire lately."

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi found a secluded spot, secretly changed into clean underwear, not caring whether the underwear belonged to a burly man who had been picking his toes more than a decade ago.

As long as it's clean, that's fine. He's been wearing the same underwear for a month now, and it's almost worn smooth. I feel like he's going to get heat rash down there.

After everyone had showered, they should have continued their march, but Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi sensed the soldiers' mood; they seemed a bit sluggish after showering and were hoping to settle down.

He simply ordered them to rest for another day. The reason was easy to find: it was autumn and the weather was cool, and they had all washed their hair, so going out would make them more susceptible to illness.

Let's make sure we're dry by tomorrow morning before we leave. We're going to rest for two days anyway, so one more day won't hurt.

Five hundred people were crammed into the shower room and changing room, with very little space to move around, but the soldiers were very relaxed.

They even found several decks of cards and various board games in the changing room, including Monopoly. Familiar soldiers were gathered together playing cards and chess.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi took out the last cigarette he had and held it under his nose, inhaling it carefully. His adjutant, quick as a flash, handed him a lighter.

"No, no, no, I can't bear to smoke this. It's my only one. Just asking is fine. Sigh, I don't know when I'll be able to smoke again."

The adjutant whispered, "I have another pack in my bag. I'll give you two later."

"What the hell?! How do you still have cigarettes?!"

"I just went to look for it! The changing room is like a treasure trove, it has all sorts of random things, even a lot of pornographic books, look at what those people are reading now."

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi followed his adjutant's finger and looked at a group of people in the corner. Sure enough, he saw a group of people grinning foolishly around a few books.

Thankfully, they didn't take off their pants to do any hand movements, otherwise he felt he would lose his eyesight.

After a moment's thought, Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi turned his back to them and said, "Fine, fine, I don't care anymore. You go keep an eye on things! Be mindful of the consequences! We still need our eyes!"

The adjutant nodded: "Okay, I'll go and take care of them."

A moment later, Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi couldn't help but glance over there again and found that the crowd was growing larger and larger.

His adjutant, and the medic who was one of the souls of the team, were also in the crowd, looking at the book and grinning foolishly.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi simply lay down, covered his head with his clothes, and decided to let them be, out of sight, out of mind.

As night fell, things got even more out of control. People kept going out under the pretext of going to the toilet after reading a book. They would find a tree in the dark, sit down, and do something, only to return a moment later feeling refreshed.

At first, everyone was a little shy, but later they simply started lining up and taking their books out.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi felt that although it was very uncivilized and extremely offensive, it at least boosted the morale of the soldiers and improved the atmosphere considerably.

He was even considering whether he should try to blend in with the soldiers.

Set an example by sharing joy with the people, go read those books, and then do something in the grove.

After all, even though he's a lieutenant colonel, he can't be given special treatment.

Just as he was hesitating, dozens of rugby ball-sized robots rushed in from outside, slamming themselves into the crowd and unleashing countless steel blades from their bodies.

"Enemy attack!"

"Don't shoot! Give me the axe!"

"Come help me, they're not very strong."

After a moment of panic, several brave warriors fought the robots with their bare hands.

This robot looks only the size of a rugby ball, and doesn't seem to have much strength at all.

And that is indeed the case. Although the rugby ball is covered in steel blades and occasionally fires a few steel needles, it is not very powerful. As long as you are bold and not afraid of being cut or stabbed, you can basically control it.

Several clever individuals took the hammers and pickaxes they found and took turns smashing the controlled robots.

Five minutes later, the chaos subsided.

Despite this, quite a few people have already been seriously injured.

With so many people indoors and so little room to hide, these flea-like robots could easily cause injury or death.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi, clutching a soldier's leg wound, shouted, "Where's the medic?!"

No one answered him; the medic's voice did not reach his ears.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi looked around and called to his adjutant again, but still no one responded.

He no longer wanted to appoint any more adjutants. He had already lost two adjutants along the way, and appointing more might not be enough to save them. He wasn't even sure how much further he could lead the team.

He waved his hand, directing the surviving soldiers to silently begin gathering the wounded and providing whatever rescue they could. The dead were moved aside for burial.

Then he started collecting his own statistics, and he could sense that things were not going well.

Although the battle didn't seem particularly intense and was over in five or six minutes, the indoor environment and dense space with nowhere to hide made him think the death toll could be very high.

Half an hour later, Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi painfully finished the count. Including him, there were now only 322 people left.

The steel blades on these small robots were clearly poisoned! Some soldiers who only suffered minor stab wounds did not survive. Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi recognized the mechanical structure; it was an older robot design, originally likely used by Iran for terrorist attacks against Israel, but the blades at that time were not poisoned.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi, wearing gloves, carefully examined the machine's internal structure. To his relief, it wasn't a chip from Aurora; the chip clearly bore the Nvidia logo.

Damn Google, damn Nvidia, damn UMC.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi believed that it was these companies' insistence on competition that led to their current predicament.

After gathering the troops and organizing the remaining supplies, Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi led the remaining 322 soldiers out of the blood-stained building.

Their ranks were even more vulnerable, and they were no longer able to say goodbye to their fallen comrades.

There were too many corpses, and they simply didn't have the capacity to dig that many pits, so they had no choice but to neatly arrange the corpses indoors.

The soldiers, who had just taken a shower, were now filthy again, their bodies covered in blood, sweat, and oil splattered from the broken robots.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi took a deep breath and said to his soldiers, "Let's go. We're not stopping this time. We're too few in number. We need to travel through the night and catch up with the main force ahead!"