"Who are you! Show your face!"
As soon as M16A1 heard the other party suddenly mention M4A1, her heart thumped, and she directly opened her mouth and shouted towards the other party!
"Go, M4A1 is there, the others... We do not need."
But the voice on the opposite side of the communication apparently did not respond to the meaning of M16; the other side of the wood said.
As for the meaning of the other party's words...
M4A1 also immediately responded!
This sanatorium-transformed doll guardhouse facility cannot be said to be very complete in terms of weapons and defenses. M45 in the monitoring center also serves the function of the communication center, and if the other side is really Sangvis Ferri then... the first to attack...
"M45! Quickly dodge! It's..."
Boom!
Before M4A1's words were finished, a loud boom sounded directly from the ears of a group of shapes!
"Yikes!"
...
"Encrypted communication?"
Gentiane was sitting in the middle of the combat command room and directing her dolls to clear out the local Sangvis Ferri attack when she suddenly noticed an unidentified encrypted communication on the console.
If it was a general order, the headquarters wouldn't use encrypted communication, and the one who used encrypted communication a lot lately... wouldn't be that guy again, would it?
Moreover, Sangvis Ferri's attack has been getting more and more fierce lately, and just now her echelon was attacked by artillery fire again.
If this continues, I'm afraid that it won't be long before the situation in Sector S09 will be repeated yesterday.
Of course, she still has to answer. What if this communication is from Helianthus on the other side? If she did not answer the communication of the top boss? Does she still want to keep her job?
"Long time no see, Commander Gentiane, it's me, Persica from 16lab."
Craning her neck, Persica stirred her coffee-stained mug with one hand while squinting to note the status of the communication on the encrypted channel.
"Eh, it's been a long time, Ms. Persica, but it's a bit unfortunate that we're slightly busy over here, for small talk..."
"Not small talk, oh, the situation is urgent, so I'll make it short. The Sangvis Ferri side has launched an attack on the sanatorium..."
"Attack!?"
"Yes, let me finish first, ah. Our side has confirmed the location of the Sangvis Ferri communication station arrangement. Your side had better hurry up and go to end that thing; the coordinates I have already sent over through the encrypted channel. My side has also found you a helper to assist you; the rest of the matter depends on you."
Listening to Persica's somewhat hurried words, Gentiane's face sank.
Although she didn't know why Persica, the researcher, seemed to be better informed than Griffin, but just like Persica said, if that communication station wasn't knocked out as soon as possible...
Not only the doll guardhouse where M4A1 was located, but even the base of the sector where she herself was located had the possibility of being taken down by Sangvis Ferri in one fell swoop.
And just after Persica's communication hung up, Helian's call came as expected, still with that expressionless look, but Gentiane was able to see the same eagerness in the other party's eyes.
"Commander Gentiane, emergency situation, the communication on the guardhouse side has been cut off, the symptoms are exactly the same as the situation of the last time. A large number of Sangvis Ferris are launching an attack towards the guardhouse, but the situation on the guardhouse side is not yet known, so please eliminate those Sangvis Ferris on the periphery as much as possible!"
"Understood, I've got it, and I'll immediately arrange for free dolls to strike."
"Understood? Is it Persica?"
"Uh, yes."
"Well, that's nothing then. Most of Griffin's current comm tech upgrades came from Persica. It's not much of a surprise that she would know ahead of time."
Even the AR squad was lent to Griffin by 16lab for testing, and some of the tech on the comm tech side certainly had Persica's credit in it.
Helian cut off the comms after saying this, and it was clear that nothing was going on on Helian's end either.
Compared to S05, a base that was closer to the security zone, Helian was also in charge of several other areas, and the defense of S09, a job that was originally supposed to be the responsibility of Gentiane and her commanders, naturally fell on Helianthus' head.
Of course, there were still other commanders under Helian's hand, but the Sangvis Ferris that the S09 district was facing right now were mostly Sangvis Ferri armored units, and just the fact that bullets couldn't penetrate the armor plates and such a thing was enough for Helian to have a headache.
"Ugh." Looking at the communication that had already hung up, Gentiane sighed, and then placed her gaze on the map in the middle of the combat command room.
And the doll next to her who had connected to Gentiane's command room through the normal combat communication channel, after seeing that Gentiane didn't seem to notice herself, she hurriedly opened her mouth and spoke.
"Hello sir, I am the newly developed tactical doll of 16LAB, code name RO635."
Gentiane, who heard this voice, raised her head in some surprise and looked at the doll in front of her.
...
"Hmph hmph hmph!"
Humming a little tune in a happy mood, Simonov carefully tightened the last screw and shook the base of the seat with her hand, confirming that there was no sign of activity, and then nodded her head in satisfaction.
"I'm such a genius! Heh heh! If we install a seat today, we might be able to customize the gunship with my own hands tomorrow!" Tossing the wrench in his hand into the toolbox, Simonov turned right back on the seat.
Then she stretched her body with relief, and after feeling that the seat didn't have the slightest sign of collapsing, she just spread out in the middle of the seat.
"Comfortable! Although the leather seat is gone, it's really more reassuring to have a solid seat that doesn't have to worry about collapsing."
Simonov said somewhat lazily. If it wasn't for Renault's strict order forbidding her to drink in the driver's seat, she might be here right now to have a drink with some pickles and bread.
"Meow!"
"Oh ya? When did you little guy get here? Actually kept watching me work from the side without making a sound?"
Hearing the sudden sound of a cat's meow, Simonov turned her head in some surprise, and with a glance, she saw one of UMP40's civet cats squatting at her feet, tilting her head and looking at herself.
Subconsciously wanting to raise her hand to touch the cat's head, Simonov just stretched out her hand, but the result was that this little guy tilted her head to avoid it.
Just kidding, how could she let you touch it when her hands were full of the smell of oil?
"Hey! Quite a temper!"
Seeing that the other party dodged away, Simonov didn't care, but once she thought that this troublemaker was here, Simonov turned she head back with some worry and looked at the rear gunner's seat and those buttons on the co-pilot's console.
As expected, those buttons were all messed up by this troublemaker. If not for the fact that the gunship wasn't activated at all, she might have been blown up into the sky by this little troublemaker!
"Hey! You little devil! You're messing with me while I'm not paying attention, aren't you?"
Seeing that a large area of dozens or hundreds of buttons were all disorganized, Simonov was also a bit annoyed and was about to move her hand to drive this mischievous brat out of the room when she realized that this little guy's gaze seemed to be fixated on something on her seat.
"This? What's the function of this button again?"