"Commander Renault, do you often camp like this?"
Watching Renault casually driving stakes into the ground on the grass, turning the area outside the exhibition hall into their campsite, Gentiane asked somewhat strangely.
As she spoke, she glanced at the helicopter beside the tent.
Although it looked a bit old, there was no doubt that its load capacity far exceeded the helicopters Griffin usually used for personnel transfer.
"Occasionally. Today is the first time we've used this thing. You can rest here tonight, or you can stay in the cabin if you prefer."
"Okay." Gentiane nodded, her face still calm, but she couldn't help sighing inwardly. If she had known it would be like this, she wouldn't have come dressed in Griffin's coat like Proxy Helian.
"Um, Commander, where do we recharge?"
While Renault went back to the cabin to get things, PPSh-41 leaned over to Gentiane, looking worried.
The mission would last for several days, and although they were fully charged before departure, they still needed to patrol around. If there was a battle, their energy consumption would increase even further.
The amount of energy stored in their own power cores was not enough for so many days.
"Well..."
Hearing PPSh-41's question, Gentiane also felt shocked.
She had been too preoccupied with observing Renault that she had forgotten about this basic safety issue.
Tactical Dolls could go without food, sleep, or even rest, but they absolutely couldn't go without recharging. That was obvious!
And it wasn't just a matter of recharging; the three Tactical Dolls only had enough ammunition and rations for one day. Were she supposed to watch her subordinates go hungry before even starting their job?
Was this also part of the test?
Seeing the three Tactical Dolls in front of her with no supplies other than imprinted weapons and some ammunition and rations, Gentiane couldn't help but sigh with a headache.
Of course, it wasn't actually part of the interview.
This was just because Helianthus was too hasty.
Besides calling Gentiane to join the departure, she hadn't made any other arrangements and was too busy half-daydreaming.
This was probably the only time Helian had ever been negligent in her career.
While Gentiane was feeling a headache, Renault carried two half-height boxes past her.
"Excuse me, thank you."
Seeing Renault place the two half-height boxes inside the tent, Gentiane was momentarily stunned.
Boom!
It wasn't until the heavy boxes landed with a thud that Gentiane and PPSh-41 snapped out of it, and MG3 curiously approached, trying to lift the boxes.
But she couldn't lift them...
"Commander, where should I put these boxes?"
As MG3 stepped back and put down her imprinted weapon, ready to lift one of the boxes alone, MP40's voice came from behind Gentiane and the others.
"Just put them at the door for now. I'll take care of this side. Is everything packed in the cabin?"
Renault lowered his head, checking the computer he had brought.
For safety's sake, the computer was indispensable.
In a place where there were many humans, more droids and even automatons, he couldn't help but think of the viruses that could control droids.
He didn't know if Griffin had really passed on the information obtained from Base 939. After all, he had never heard of a large-scale outbreak of droids rampaging anywhere in the news.
Perhaps the masterminds behind the scenes had completely covered up the information about this, just like the situation with Sangvis Ferri.
The news about Sangvis Ferri and Griffin, which were currently engaged in a fierce battle, was barely mentioned in the public news channels in this area.
All Sangvis Ferri factories in the safe zone had been controlled.
The only things left were the uncontrollable Sangvis Ferri Central Factories and some Sangvis Ferri droids that could be cut off from power and supplies at any time.
This level of threat obviously didn't warrant extensive publicity about the threat of Sangvis Ferri.
Moreover, Griffin's current situation, although not great, was not too bad either. At least, most of the safe zones had been secured by them.
"It's almost done, and there's not much inside anyway." MP40 scratched her head. It took a little effort to pack the few charging devices in the cabin, but that job had already been taken over by UMP40.
She had just helped HK416 and the others put away their sleeping bags and other items for rest.
"Well, have you seen all the heavy weapons and equipment in the exhibition? Is there anything we can't handle?"
"Um, there are probably only a few heavy mechs from Morozov Corporation that we might have trouble with, given our weapons." MP40 recalled the heavy equipment she had seen in the exhibition hall, somewhat uncertain.
"Hmm? That sounds familiar."
Renault scratched his chin, feeling that the name of this company was somewhat familiar. He felt like he had seen it recently, but he couldn't remember where. It probably wasn't important, so he hadn't paid attention to it at the time.
"Don't just stand there, come over and take a seat to rest. There's nothing to do right now." With no clues, Renault simply pushed this little matter aside, opened one of the boxes, and took out several folding chairs, beckoning Gentiane and the others.
As he called out to them, Renault unfolded the folding beds and tables from the box and casually placed them in the tent.
After seeing Renault's movements, Gentiane, PPSh-41, and FN-49 nodded blankly and obediently walked over, picking up folding chairs from beside the box and sitting down, each sitting up straight as if Renault were about to start lecturing.
MG3, on the other hand, looked at her own hands with some confusion, then at MP40.
She couldn't understand why MP40, who was clearly just an ordinary tactical doll, had greater strength than her, an advanced T-Doll.
But before she could figure it out, Renault had already walked over and opened the lid of the supply box.
Upon seeing the densely packed bullets inside, he immediately moved the box aside and continued to look through the next one.
Seeing Renault effortlessly lift the heavy box, MG3 and Gentiane's eyes bulged.
How could one person move those large box of ammunition that must weigh hundreds of kilograms alone?
"Um... Commander Renault? Are you really human?"
Seeing this scene, Gentiane couldn't hold back anymore, and the question in her mind blurted out.
"Hmm? Human? Probably, I guess."