Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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Luckily, there seemed to be no zombies lingering on the platform, allowing the resource search to proceed effectively.

"Go now, quickly."

Luo Fan patted the passengers on the shoulder and led them deeper into the station. In his opinion, it was better to appear approachable, at least to avoid inciting too many people to rebel...

After all, the Ironbloods aren't as easy to talk to as he and Griffin's girls...

At present, it seems better to play it safe and search for the lost suitcase in the waiting station. This is normal, you can get back on the train, the visibility is good, and there are snipers and machine gunners present, so it is almost the safest place.

A small group of people, along with Victor, 79, Alpha, and 74M, continued deeper into the area.

513. Identity

As they set off, Luo Fan's words of advice came through their earpieces: "Be careful, come back if anything happens, don't let them be greedy."

"Received... They might be faster than us," Viktor joked, then ended the call and continued on his way.

There must be a small shop in the station; perhaps they can find something there.

Upon reaching the hall via the walkway, surprisingly, there weren't many zombies on site; most were either wandering or unconscious, making them easy to deal with.

79 pushed the door open, and the girls slowly entered. They hit the zombies in the head with the fewest bullets possible. With the special silencers, the zombies didn't react at all and died in a daze.

The cleanup was completed quickly, and 79 spoke in a very soft voice: "Quick, now!"

Since all three teammates were quite aloof, 79 basically handled all the interaction work.

Upon entering the convenience store, a passenger with his hands wrapped up offered advice: "Go outside and carry all the backpacks from the steel-framed chairs in, pack as much as you can to take back!"

"Here it comes, this trip should be enough to feed a lot of people."

"Keep your voice down, have you forgotten how that family died?"

The passengers cooperated and packed up a large amount of food to take away in an extremely short time, and even managed to take a lot of drinks and fruit back with them.

In just five minutes, the small group of explorers filled their backpacks and jogged back with the girls. When they arrived at the waiting station, they discovered that another team had returned with a full load.

"Guys, we've struck gold! There's a small shop in the lobby that's still fully stocked. We can't take it all. Anyone interested, hurry up and go!"

The returnees' words were very persuasive, and soon some people joined the search into the deeper areas, so the girls had no choice but to go along to protect them.

When there are many people, you'll find that it's not just small shops, but also all kinds of fast food restaurants. There are many places to search, and if you have patience, even leftover bags on chairs are worth searching.

The search efficiency was extremely high, and before long, there were many more passengers coming and going, and their hands were basically full of supplies.

"It seems like things aren't too bad."

Luo Fan leaned against the side of the carriage, quite satisfied with the situation before him.

AR18 also stayed by his side, observing the actions of the passengers. This reminded her of her original world, where she was also on a mission on an intercontinental train, only the atmosphere was different, and the decorations in the carriage were much more luxurious.

"You seem to be very good at managing a group?"

“Not at all,” Luo Fan waved his hand. “I just understand what these people need most right now. As long as they are fed and can keep moving forward, that’s enough. After all, they have no choice but to accept reality.”

The man had a very faint smile on his face, and just when AR18 thought he intended to continue the conversation, he turned around.

"Let's go, there's nothing more for us to do. While it's quiet, you can say whatever you want now."

Luo Fan had already seen through her thoughts, so he said nothing more and followed her back to the private room.

It was still early, and the other members had not yet returned. The two sat on the lower bunk bed, chatting over instant coffee.

AR18, picking up where Lofan left off, asked first, "Commander, do you always come to the front lines in person like this?"

After taking a sip to check the sweetness, Luo Fan nodded leisurely: "Pretty much. I participate in almost every mission."

"Aren't you worried about your personal safety? For a team, the commander is undoubtedly the core hub. If something were to happen to you, the consequences would be unimaginable. Besides, tactical androids are capable of handling any dangerous task; after all, we were born for this purpose..."

AR18 spoke with righteous indignation, utterly unable to understand why a leader would not remain in the rear but instead go to the front lines and act so irrationally. It's said that the smartest people are the most afraid of death; she had witnessed Luo Fan's ruthlessness, so why...?

She came to only one conclusion: the commander was a contradictory and fickle person.

But after hearing this skeptical statement, Luo Fan did not rush to reply. Instead, he went over and added a packet of sugar to AR18's coffee.

AR18 did not respond immediately, choosing instead to remain silent and await Luo Fan's answer.

After a long pause, once the sugar had dissolved, the man slowly spoke: "What do you think the casualty figures of a mission, including those of the enemy, have in common with this sugar?"

As an instructor doll and a former captain, AR18 naturally has her own understanding of this issue: "It can only affect the taste, not change its essence, and eventually it becomes bland and disappears without a trace."

“Yes,” Luo Fan said, taking another small sip of the sweetness, which seemed just right. “Our only impression of sugar is that it is added to make the taste more to our liking, and we forget how much we added, or even that if it sits for a long time, we can’t taste the sweetness.”

When the curtains were drawn back, passengers were seen celebrating their first round of good fortune, chatting amongst themselves, seemingly having long forgotten the fact that they could not go home.

Luo Fan's lips couldn't help but curl up slightly: "Just like the identity of a commander, if I sit in the rear for too long, I will eventually lose the concept of casualties and only pursue how to achieve the best theoretical result. I don't want to become a leader who only looks at statistical charts and tables. I will go to the front line in person. I want to see with my own eyes what I have done and why I did it."

“Even if I have to resort to any means necessary, I must see the enemy’s casualties and the things they go through as my family.”

For a moment, AR18's pupils dilated, not from a phototaxis, but from the impact these words had on her cloud map.

This was the first time she had ever heard such words from a human commander since becoming a tactical android, treating androids as family...

"But it's ultimately not a good thing for the general to get too close to his soldiers..."

As if possessed, she answered in this way, seemingly unable to accept this fact for a moment, but the determination in her eyes revealed the answer she longed for.

"But if it's family, then it makes sense, doesn't it?"

...If I had a heartbeat, I would have suffocated for several seconds just now.

Yes, if it's family, then it makes sense, an answer that's completely irrefutable, and reason can't defeat it; one can only sigh in despair.

So that's how this commander has always viewed the androids around him?

"I understand, please forgive my abruptness."

She finally smiled, her sincerity surpassing even the flames of war.

Luo Fan, true to his character, said, "I'm glad you understand the essence of this relationship."

He immediately understood AR18's doubts and was also very happy that she could let down her guard and, as a member of the family, could smile at each other without being restricted by complicated class distinctions.

AR18 removed his gloves and extended the hand that had been holding the gun to Luo Fan.

"Let's get to know each other again, AR18. You can also call me by my other name, 'Lyudmila'."

"Yes, it's nice to meet you, Lyudmila."

Although not as intimate as lovers, it still seems to be an enviable relationship.

In any case, we can now embrace each other as family.

P.S.: Even though it's on sale, I have to prepare for the city-wide joint exam next week, so I still don't have much time. I'll see if I have time to write more after the exam.

Thank you for your understanding, and thank you all for being with me until now.

514 Rat Control

Once the resources are integrated, they will be managed and allocated by 79 and JS9. After all, among all the dolls, only they are good at communicating with ordinary people. The others... probably just want to get rid of this mess as soon as possible.

At first, the passengers were dissatisfied, but after Luo Fan had the girls distribute two packs of instant noodles and plenty of drinking water to everyone, they happily returned to their seats.

In reality, the resources they searched were far from sufficient to meet such a quota, so Lovan used resource points on the tablet to exchange and distribute them.

"Make sure they have enough to eat for a while before they have the motivation to keep going. Otherwise, if they go hungry on the first day, I would object too."

That's what Luo Fan said to 79 and JS9, and then he returned to the private room. The distribution is still proceeding in an orderly manner. Fortunately, Luo Fan has accumulated enough resources to supply these hundreds of packs of instant noodles.

"Uh, the last time I had this stuff was months ago..."

"I just need something to eat, but now I can't even go home."

The conversations of passengers could be heard from time to time in the corridor; the successful completion of the first round of looting had greatly boosted morale.

Luo Fan and the girls were also "enjoying" their late-night snack time, which of course consisted of nothing more than snacks and self-heating food.

"I kind of miss Miss Yingque's cooking..."

IWS put the rice into his mouth, but seemed quite dejected during the meal.

Luo Fan agreed: "I want to too."

After taking a sip of milk, they realized that Yingque's cooking skills had indeed spoiled everyone's palates lately.

I haven't eaten at home for almost a week, and Yingque started being bedridden even earlier...

The unpleasant taste was hardly appealing, except for AR18, which didn't seem to react much. Perhaps it wasn't enjoying its life here, since, like SP9, it was directly built by the company and put into missions.

Until Alfa opened the door and a white head poked in.

She blinked her indifferent yet amber-like eyes and said softly, "What a coincidence, you're eating too."

Then she looked at Luo Fan, who had somehow produced a glass bottle in his hand, which swayed and made a pleasant echo.

"Commander, would you like some?"

......

"That's great, everyone, let's have a couple of drinks."

Sure enough, as long as there's a little alcohol, everything becomes easier.

The late-night snack time wasn't long. After finishing, the train entered a unified rest period, and the conductor slowed down the train's speed. They would maintain this speed and arrive at the next station the following evening.

As was his custom, Lovan took the medication and sleeping pills provided by Rosalia and then fell into a deep sleep. The watchmen for the day had been confirmed, and even the girls would not patrol the carriage all night. Their presence would be a burden for the passengers. On the contrary, Lovan, as the leader, seemed easier to talk to.

It was a peaceful night, and people remained optimistic about the current situation.

Of course, for honest people, tonight will be quite peaceful...

Inside the Ironblood members' private room, Dreamer returned to her room after her shift ended, and it was now her break time.

After lying down for nearly two hours, I heard some noises coming from the aisle, as if someone was leaving their seat and moving towards the area behind the train.

It's probably because I need to use the restroom. Getting up at night is normal, but it's just a work habit...

The dreamer turned her head to the side, and the distractor in the next bunk, who was also awake, winked at her.

Oh well.

The dreamer grabbed his weapon and jumped out of bed.

Because their exoskeletons were completely concealed when they arrived here, and because Dreamer was already petite, she moved almost silently, and the sleeping passengers did not notice her presence.

Along the way, they encountered a patrolling knight and princess. The surveyor gestured with his chin, his face grim: "Dreamer, follow that guy and see. We've already passed three carriages."

“I’m on my way.” The dreamer walked away, but the architect followed.

"I'll go join in the fun."

The architect tossed the bullet he was playing with into his pocket, and quietly crept up to the dreamer.

One went to do serious business, and the other...

"Really..." The metrologist shook his head and then continued patrolling in the opposite direction.

The two had been following the guy for several minutes, passing several restrooms along the way. Clearly, the guy's purpose was not simple, at least not just to relieve himself.

While they were still wondering about their destination, they had unknowingly arrived at the end of the train. Unlike the other passenger trains, there were noticeable gaps between them.

The guy was standing in front of the gap, seemingly waiting for something, but he didn't realize that he had been being watched for a long time.

"This guy's trying to jump out of the car, aren't you going to stop him?" Dreamer joked.

The architect shrugged, unusually: "I'd rather know what you're planning to do."

"Me? Ha..."

The dreamer still remembers the warning from the M16, ignoring the warnings and being shot again, only now it's late at night...

"Since no one saw it, I can reasonably suspect this guy's motives, right?"

In the blink of an eye, the guy actually jumped down, and the two of them were even stunned for a moment.

Then, the Dreamer accelerated and sped off, climbing onto the roof of the car in a second, with the Architect close behind.

The view from the roof was excellent; you could easily spot the guy who jumped out and was running in the opposite direction. Since the car wasn't going fast, he was unharmed.

Until a blinding beam of light pierced the silent night, striking straight through his chest...

He ran at full speed, his pupils dilated violently, his hands waving almost frantically, as if he were about to step into the freedom he had longed for.

He died in disbelief, before he could even turn around and see clearly who he should hate in hell.

"As expected of you."

The architect sat atop the structure, shielding her eyes from non-existent light with her hand, and with great interest, she blocked the receding corpse, her slightly exaggerated posture seemingly a way of scorning the deceased.