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

The more than 200 giant spiders were well prepared and did not charge blindly. They split into several groups. One group entered through the warehouse door and quickly occupied the three main passages. Only one passage's guards were vigilant enough to successfully lower all the blast doors.

However, several giant spiders had already successfully stormed in, their objective clear: to crush any living force. The defending commander had realized that he was powerless to reverse the situation.

As he ran, he used his radio to contact command, hoping to give the lower command a complete report of the situation before he died.

At least this would allow the command center to prepare and notify each team to move out of the vehicles immediately. An invasion was inevitable; at the very least, they needed to launch enough missiles as quickly as possible to kill the Jews.

In that case, he could die in peace. But to his disappointment, there was no response from command!

What he didn't know was that these giant spiders were fully aware of the internal situation of the Iranian forces. At the beginning, fifty giant spiders flew through the ventilation shafts, past the missile storage depot at a distance of thirty meters, and directly to the command post fifty meters underground.

The server room, communications center, and backup power supply were all destroyed immediately.

The personnel inside the command post were completely unprepared. They had just received a warning from the ground troops ten minutes earlier and were still waiting for feedback when the enemy suddenly stormed in.

Brigadier General Faraz Kamrani, commander of the Kermanshah Missile Brigade and a veteran of the Iran-Iraq War, and his deputy brigade commander and chief of staff were killed on the spot.

Faraz Kamrani was terrified as he watched the oncoming machines. It wasn't fear of death, but of the entire area being wiped out. This underground missile city housed three brigades and contained 70% of Iran's missiles!

But the fear was short-lived; a large spider leaped across the table, one of its legs piercing his heart.

The sporadic counterattacks did not cause them any damage at all. They captured the command post without bloodshed and continued to advance on the other two brigade headquarters.

At a company-level garrison in the underground missile city, several Iranian soldiers were chatting.

They were talking about what name would be best for the company commander's sister's child.

Iranian boys have virtually no choice in names; everyone selects from stories related to the Prophet Muhammad. Muhammad is the first choice, followed by Ahmed, and Mustafa is also quite common.

Secondly, there are the names of the Twelve Imams, who are said to be the spiritual and political successors of the Prophet Muhammad, the founder of Islam.

Ali, Saddam Hussein, and Sajad were the most popular among them.

The same was true for this company; out of 18 people, there were 6 Muhammads, 3 Alis, and 3 Saddam Hussein.

Company Commander Muhammad smiled broadly, wondering when he could take a leave of absence to go back and see his sister.

Although the warning lights on the side had just come on, they weren't too worried. It was just another bombing; they'd been through it many times before.

But after a while, the company commander sensed that something was wrong.

No matter what the situation is, the command headquarters must keep them informed. Even if the command headquarters doesn't contact them, the battalion headquarters is far too quiet right now.

He glanced down at his watch; five minutes had passed since their last communication. Taking a breath, he interrupted his comrades' discussion: "Get in the car, get in the car, be ready to go at any time."

Their company is a standard mobile launch company, equipped with four missile vehicles and two auxiliary vehicles.

Muhammad kept trying to contact command, but there was no response. A little while later, something even worse happened.

He vaguely heard gunshots coming from the distance of the tunnel.

"Let's go, let's not wait any longer! According to our plan, let's go to Exit 17, let's hurry."

The deputy company commander, Hai Shan, glanced at her watch and asked, "It hasn't even been ten minutes yet. According to discipline, we're only supposed to go out to launch if we can't make contact within ten minutes. Is it really okay to leave so early? Should we call them over to check?"

The underground defenses were very comprehensive; even the walls of their launch vehicle area had internal telephones.

Muhammad hesitated for a moment before making a decision: "Forget it, let's get out of here! Gunfire has started! Someone must have broken in. We have to get out quickly, or we might not get a chance to fire if we stay stuck here!"

The company set off according to its predetermined objective. After a short while, they encountered another company, which was in a more disheveled state, with more than a dozen men crammed into two jeeps. Upon seeing them, the other company quickly waved to them.

Muhammad felt that his last shred of hope had vanished. There were nearly a thousand of them on the ground and several thousand underground. The Jews couldn't possibly airdrop tens of thousands of people over there.

He had just been secretly praying that it wasn't a ground invasion, but perhaps some kind of electronic warfare.

He quickly signaled the company to stop, then poked his head out and asked, "What's going on? Have we been invaded by the ground? Command isn't responding, and I can't contact anyone here."

The captain of another company, Ali, spoke very quickly: "There's definitely a problem with the signal. The walkie-talkies aren't working, and the wired cables on the walls seem to have been hacked! Some companies have been tricked and killed. Don't trust them!"

Where are you going?

Exit 17.

"Don't go there. There are people guarding the main road. Our launch vehicle is blocked there. Many teams have died there. We need to drive further away, directly to the next brigade, and check their situation."

Ali exchanged a few words with the people in his car, then jumped into Muhammad's car and urged, "Hurry up and drive, keep moving, get out there and launch the missile!"

The procession stopped going uphill and instead continued along the underground network.

Muhammad asked nervously, "Who did you encounter? How could you have been invaded from the ground? Is someone arguing?"

Ali, looking terrified, said, "Watch out! Speed ​​up!"

Muhammad quickly looked out the window and saw a six-legged mechanical spider crash directly into their jeep. The jeep was much larger and almost knocked the spider off its side.

However, the giant spider was quite agile. The moment it crashed into the car, one leg smashed through the window, and two legs stretched in. One of them hooked onto the car door to prevent itself from being thrown off. It just kept poking around like that. There was a sharp, cone-shaped protrusion on the back of each of its legs.

With just a couple of haphazard movements, the three men in the vehicle only had time to fire their machine guns before they all perished.

The giant spider stuck most of its body into the car, then used the steering wheel to block the road.

The car behind them didn't have time to dodge and crashed into them. Although the road was very wide, before they could turn, several large spiders jumped onto the car. A few minutes later, both companies were killed.

In the underground missile city, such carnage is rampant. Giant spiders are positioned at various traffic junctions, intercepting vehicles that want to launch.

Their tactics were clear: they intercepted the lead vehicle to block the road, then killed everyone, and used mechanical legs to drive all the drivable vehicles to block the road at various junctions.

The men of the three brigades were killed one after another, pinned to the ground.

Several special robots, escorted by several giant spiders, finally arrived at their final destination, the missile placement site, less than an hour after the operation began.

On a highway 2 kilometers away from here, a company of the 3rd Missile Brigade is speeding away from its base.

This is a routine patrol deployment. Ten missile companies are constantly patrolling this area to prepare for potential Israeli attacks. They're ready to stop at any moment and deliver a devastating blow to the Jews.

Today they drove around the same route as usual, but on their way back to headquarters, they encountered a problem.

As per protocol, headquarters contacts them every ten minutes to confirm the route and the safety of the command post. After all, Israel's decapitation strike was extremely ruthless, and preparations must be made.

But today, although the confirmation every ten minutes seemed endless, the contact person had changed, and their voice sounded strange.

The company commander, being cautious, parked the bulky missile vehicle on the side of the road and sent a small car back to check the situation first.

Before they even reached the door, they discovered paragliders scattered all over the ground, and hurriedly turned around.

The names of the personnel in this company were also very Iranian; the company commander was named Mohammed, and the deputy company commander was named Ali. The two of them directed the convoy to move out quickly.

Muhammad glanced at his watch and said, "They just breached our defenses like that? So the person who contacted us before wasn't one of ours! I knew he was talking strangely, with all those stammering words!"

"Then we can't calculate it as ten minutes anymore. The intrusion might have been going on for much longer. Let's move out a little further and then launch the missiles as soon as possible!"

Ali glanced at the map and said, "Company Commander! This is very suspicious. Even if some troops are airdropped, there's no reason for them to just push through like this! Has the US intervened?"

Muhammad leaned closer to look at the map and began to imagine what had happened.

After a while, Muhammad felt a bit itchy in his head. He said angrily, "To successfully attack the missile dungeon, there must have been at least ten or twenty thousand people, maybe even more."

We have 10,000 men down here! We can't see anyone coming out at all; the other side must have a huge number. Hmph, look at the map, only Turkey could pull this off. It must be the Americans and Turks!

"Company commander, what do we do? Who should we fight?"

Muhammad pulled out a small notebook from his pocket; it was a strategy book that they were given out during their patrols.

Once a launch order is received, they can launch accordingly. Even if no one contacts them within ten minutes, they can still launch according to the order. These grassroots company commanders have been pre-authorized to launch attacks.

Just then, the radio crackled to life again, and that eerie broadcast came through once more. Muhammad angrily replied, "We will not be fooled! God above, we will fight back!"

The person on the other end didn't seem to care what they were talking about. They finished saying the confirmation code and then ignored them.

Muhammad squinted and looked down at the small notebook in his hand. On the first page, it stated that if it was an air attack or missile attack, it was assumed to be Israel's doing, and the predetermined targets within Israeli territory would be attacked.

From then until page six, it's all about how to fight Israel, using various reasons to tell the soldiers that when in doubt, fighting Israel is reasonable! All of Iran's problems are related to them.

Flipping through the pages, Mohammed found the contingency plan for a home invasion on page seven. If it is confirmed that Iran is invaded on a large scale by ground forces from a third country and the chain of command is broken, the first priority should be to strike the support nodes within the invading country's territory, and only then should the designated enemy country be targeted.

Although, unlike before, it doesn't directly state what Israel did at that time.

However, the eighth page that follows contains the coordinates of US military bases in surrounding countries.

Just then, several missiles flew out in the distance, clearly indicating that the patrolling company had discovered the problem. Subsequently, more and more missiles were launched from all directions.

Muhammad glanced at the firing directions of the other companies and made up his mind.

"God above! Let's fight the Americans, fight their bases!"

They drove for another ten minutes and then launched four missiles at the US military base in Turkey.

Two of them were sent to the Khuregik radar station, and two were sent to the Incirlik airbase.

Muhammad watched the missiles fly into the distance, imagining how many people those four missiles could kill. Then he heard a loud bang, and the earth seemed to tremble. He looked back and saw that at their base, countless pieces of rubble were flying out of the various exits like cannonballs.

Then three huge fireballs shot straight into the sky, the mountain began to slide, and ninety seconds later, the entire mountain seemed to have had its bones removed, and sank straight down from the top.

The massive dust and impact shattered the windows of several vehicles. The company members seemed to have lost the ability to speak, staring blankly at this hellish scene.

Then they began to kneel on the ground and pray. There were nearly 10,000 people there, and they couldn't think of anything else that could save them but Allah.

In Tel Aviv, Israel, high-ranking officials observed the explosion via satellite, and then celebrations began in the conference room.

Jared, being a Google employee, quickly seized the opportunity to start his deception.

"Everyone, you've seen the power of Google's 100-Eyes robot, haven't you? And that's not all. In the next two operations, drones will also demonstrate their capabilities in the battle involving the central missile force."

I still suggest that, if possible, it would be best to take down Bahrain first, otherwise we cannot be sure whether Bahrain will sell some Aurora products to Iran.

We all know that although Aurora has never sold weapons, it has sold countless security equipment.

But no one around him responded; everyone was in the midst of the revelry.

They are not celebrating this victory. There are still two missile brigades in central Iran, and the attack on them has not yet begun. The hundred missiles targeting the Iranian high command have not yet been deployed. There are still many variables.

But they were still celebrating because someone had already retrieved the data from the US SBIRS space-based infrared satellite.

Israel's own satellite capabilities are insufficient, but as early as the Gulf War in 1991, they connected to the United States' global ballistic missile early warning network.

Later, in order to help Israel defend against Iranian long-range missiles, the United States also approved Israel to share information from the U.S. space-based infrared early warning satellite system.

They have now seen more than forty missiles launched from the Kermanshah region.

Twelve of them were aimed at Israel, which was within their expectations. They didn't care; even if they couldn't stop them, it didn't matter. This loss was within their acceptable range.

However, 28 of them flew directly towards Türkiye, heading straight for the US military base.

This made the Israelis extremely happy, and several defense officials even started shouting: "They've made their move! They attacked the Americans, they attacked the US military bases, they attacked NATO facilities."

Thank God! God, let the Americans lose more! This time, the Americans have to get involved!