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Transmigrator Commander of Girls Frontline must not be a Reckless man

The Commander who claimed to be a Transmigrator said to have traveled through several different worlds, and even blew up a planet with his bare hands, and tore off his system with his own hands... Even them Tactical Dolls were not willing to believe such outlandish claim. But seeing how this guy even wanted to unscrew and taste a bottle of Collapse Fluid... They felt that this is most likely true, and their commander...was more like a complete reckless man! -XXXXX- A Google Translated Fic from the Chinese Fic of the same name with some slight edits here and there for fixing, there seems to be a lacking of GFL fanfics and even with those present have too much gloom and this fic is pretty much a breath of fresh air and pacing. I just want to port this so people can see this gem that ive found in the rare GFL fanfics that ive come across. Original CN name; 少女前线的穿越者指挥官必不可能是个莽夫! Disclaimer: I aint own anything, and a mere 'translator' or 'editor' to show gems.

Bismarck_Imperia · Anime & Comics
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Chapter 108: The Newcomers' First Assignment

"I never thought we'd really be peeling potatoes..." Holding the peeling knife, NZ75 repeated this single task expressionlessly, peeling a whole basin of potatoes, even though she was doll, it took her almost half an hour.

However, she never expected... After she finished peeling one basin, G36 brought another one...

The main dish for lunch was mashed potatoes, and G36 was already stewing the soup, while MP40, who was helping to chop onions, was next to NZ75.

"Why! Why do I feel like crying!?" MP40 cried while cutting, tears streaming down on her face. Especially when she turned her head and saw G36 seasoning the large basin of minced meat.

So delicious! She can't help but anticipate it later!

"Um, MP40, really, stop crying, it's not necessary..." MP5 said helplessly as she washed the celery with stems, because if MP40 kept crying like this, she felt like she would start crying too.

Seeing MP40 cry so miserably, G36 shook her head, 'Look at this child, crying so hard just seeing a basin of minced meat, how miserable is the food at Griffin's base?'

After NZ75 and the others rushed out to help, P90 and C96, who stayed in the dormitory took out their MREs and watched RFB play games while nibbling on the compressed biscuits inside.

Crunch, crunch...

"What are you doing? Why are you suddenly eating MREs? Didn't you have breakfast?"

Hearing the crunching sound in her ears, RFB and M200 turned their heads in surprise while looking at the two who were nibbling on compressed biscuits.

"Huh? Eating lunch? Isn't that obvious? It's already noon, are we going to starve ourselves if we don't eat?" P90 stuffed the last piece of compressed biscuit into her mouth, muttering.

But as soon as these words were spoken, they were met with strange looks from M200 and RFB.

Did the commander tell you to use MREs for lunch by yourselves?

Although they both came here yesterday, they had already had breakfast with Reno in the morning. It wasn't luxurious, but it was at least above normal standards, and it was plentiful and satisfying. There was no need to nibble on compressed biscuits here.

"Time for lunch! P90! Come out and eat!" Just as P90 finished speaking, CF05's voice suddenly rang out outside the dormitory. "C96! RFB! M200, come out too!"

While shouting, CF05 rushed to the door. Still wearing her work clothes, she greeted them while taking off her gloves and putting them in the pocket of her work clothes.

Um...

Upon hearing CF05's words, P90 was stunned, with the dry compressed biscuit still in her mouth, and C96 beside her was also holding half-eaten compressed biscuit, looking bewildered.

"Huh? Why are you eating this stuff? NZ75 and the others went to help in the kitchen. Didn't you know?" Seeing the current state of P90 and C96, CF05 also felt a bit clueless.

Huh? The other four are in the kitchen helping out while snacking, why are you two munching on dry rations here?

Of course, A-91 didn't help, she just snacked on her own, eating one fried meatball after another with a sip of liquor. By the time they went out, she was probably already tipsy.

With a total of twenty-one dolls sitting at the table, Simonov and the others didn't hesitate and began to eat as usual. RFB and M200 followed suit, but P90 and the others who had just arrived looked at the table full of dishes with a feeling of being in another world.

It's like coming from one world to another...

"Don't just stand there, hurry up and eat. After dinner, I'll modify the root protocols for you, and the trailer over there hasn't been finished yet." The original truck at home was now completely inadequate.

With over a dozen dolls at home, each equipped with powered exoskeletons, the weight of one exoskeleton plus the humanoid itself was between one and two tons.

The original truck couldn't accommodate everyone, and powered exoskeletons also took up a lot of space. Even if they found a similar truck as before for Simonov to drive, there wouldn't be much space left in the cargo compartment.

They needed a new vehicle, preferably one with a large cargo capacity.

And the easiest one to get was naturally the semi-trailer that he and the others were repairing.

Once the trailer was repaired, they would go to the port tonight to retrieve the data from the shipyard for Gail Graven. By the way, they would find a forty-foot high container in good condition from the port and modify it to transport the powered exoskeletons at home.

Mrs. Graven called last night, not only to inform Reno that she hoped he would accept M200 and RFB, but also to make a commission, asking him to collect the data from the southern port shipyard.

Because the southern port is planning to build purification towers now, so it's possible that someone will go there for construction in a while. At that time, who knows if someone with ulterior motives will sneak into their shipyard.

With the help of tactical dolls at home, the trailer was repaired before dusk. Indeed, the work efficiency of tactical dolls was much higher than that of humans.

"After dinner, I'll call Victor and ask him to open the gate for us."

"Okay." M1 Garand nodded. Reno had mentioned this to her before, and now he was just reiterating it.

It's still necessary to come and go through the gate controlled by Victor, the black market dealer.

After all, there are fewer people there. Although Jowark's side can also make them come and go, but even at night, there are occasional people coming and going in that same path, such as transport vehicles.

Although Renault wasn't worried about others knowing that he had powered exoskeletons. Still, it's better to be cautious and try to avoid being seen by others, so as not to have rumors and be gossiped the next day.

"Waaah, so full! What are we going to do now? Is it our first task after joining?" Although P90 knew that all her feelings of fullness were simulated by electronic components on her body, at this moment she truly felt alive.

NZ75 and the others were almost the same, but G36 and the others had already started packing their belongings, wearing their weapons and ammunition, so they naturally couldn't sit here like a salted fish.

"Yes, it can be considered your first task after joining. But actually, this is my second time going on a mission with everyone. I just started last night." CF05 hung several weapons on herself.

But P90 found CF05's actions a bit strange because none of these weapons were CF05's imprinted weapons!

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