As the spaceship gradually accelerated, the group of T-Dolls standing in the hangar all felt the intense vibration under their feet as the ship began to shake violently.
This kind of intense vibration was something they had never encountered before. The only one who found it somewhat familiar was Simonov.
Didn't she experience this kind of vibration when she was desperately accelerating the helicopter she was piloting?
That helicopter only flew once, The engine that was almost ready to be scrapped. Now this ship was shaking non-stop. Could it be that this ship was also going to fall apart?
However, this intense vibration only lasted for less than half a minute before calming down, which relieved the T-Dolls.
In any case, they were somewhat worried about falling from the sky.
"I'm glad I didn't start drinking just now! It's time for you to witness the excellent piloting skills of Simonov!" Simonov touched the wine bottle beside her, resisting the urge to open it and take a sip, and proudly said to SPAS-12 and the others.
"Well, let's hope you don't end up rolling the aircraft on the ground this time." MDR, who had been debugging the power armor that hadn't been used for a long time, said somewhat helplessly.
"I don't mind, anyway, compared to piloting aircraft, jumping down and getting hands-on is more suitable for me!" SPAS-12 said nostalgically as she shook the crowbar in her hand.
"M1 Garand senpai, how should I adjust this height adaptation device?" M14 on the other hand, approached M1 Garand and asked about the adjustment of the height adaptation system inside the power armor.
Because Simonov needed to pilot the aircraft, her original power armor was directly handed over to M14.
Along with M14, M1919A4 and A-91 also got their hands on the power armor, as well as MG3 and C96.
M1919A4 used the original power armor of MG3, while A-91 wore the set from Renault, which Renault had modified with an assist system and installed a machine gun and grenade launcher on the outside of the body.
These were all equipment removed from armored vehicles before. Since there was no room on the aircraft, they were directly installed on the power armor.
As for MG3, this guy obviously favored the two tank cannons on the aircraft and directly occupied the gunner's position on the aircraft.
C96 did the same, taking control of the aircraft's machine guns.
As for the other T-Dolls, they could only wear protective suits and serve as a mobile support team.
But it was also just right. The power armor was relatively large, and if the space in Griffin's base was narrow, the power armor might not be able to play a big role.
And what they were dealing with this time should only be some ordinary autonomous units of the Sangvis Ferri, which did not include armored units. Therefore, even the submachine guns in the hands of MP5 and MP40 could easily take out those Sangvis Ferri autonomous units.
As for the elite Sangvis Ferri Dolls at home... they were a bit idle. Renault didn't intend to let them join the battle.
The target this time was the army of droid units produced by Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing.
What's the point of you elite Sangvis Ferri T-Dolls running down?
And to avoid "commercial disputes," Renault felt it was necessary to let them avoid suspicion.
"It's really... a pity that we finally got a commission, but we're not allowed to take action at all. It's a shame." Executioner shook the wine bottle in her hand, sitting at the table seeming a bit unwilling.
"A pity? You'd better hold back your smile first. I see you're quite happy about this, aren't you? You don't need to go into battle; you can just sit here and drink." Hunter gave her a disdainful look, feeling indeed that this commission was a bit of a waste.
But she now had a somewhat bad premonition. If all the commissions Renault received in the future were related to fighting Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing, wouldn't they never be able to go on missions again?
Unable to go on missions meant they couldn't get the task subsidies provided by Renault, which made these Sangvis Ferri Dolls with almost no resources in their hands extremely anxious.
"Hehe, but there will always be opportunities in the future. We can't always have fights with Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing, can we?"
Intruder was not nervous at all. Holding the red tea she brewed for herself, she leisurely drank, seemingly not worried about the upcoming action.
"Scarecrow, what are you looking at?"
Just as Intruder was speaking, she noticed that Scarecrow didn't react. When she turned her head, she happened to see this guy standing by the porthole, her eyes curiously fixed outside.
As soon as Intruder spoke, several Sangvis Ferri Dolls all turned their gaze to Scarecrow standing by the porthole, or more precisely, they looked at what Scarecrow saw.
"What? What's that thing outside that looks like a line? And the speed... It's almost Mach 3!" Seeing the scenery flashing by outside the porthole, Executioner fell silent.
"It's probably something Commander Renault tinkered with. With such a fast speed, we should be able to arrive soon." Intruder waved her hand.
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"The heavy firepower of those Sangvis is causing too much damage to the base buildings! If this continues, we might be buried underground!"
In Griffin's communication channel, several commanders shouted anxiously.
"Nonsense! Who doesn't know that those heavy firepower can't be stopped! Instead of chatting here, it's better to quickly arrange for a few people!"
Listening to the noisy voices in the communicator, Gentiane couldn't help but furrow her brows.
These guys, can't they be a little more serious?
But such a request was probably impossible.
The sudden attack by the Sangvis Ferris caught these Griffin commanders off guard.
If it weren't for Griffin's boss Kryuger and the proxy agent Helian being present in the base, some commanders would probably have turned into cowards by now.
These two were the boss and the boss's proxy agent, and they were absolutely essential. If something happened to them, wouldn't they, the hired workers, be left with nothing?
Commanding the T-Dolls and their Dummy dolls in the base to resist the Sangvis Ferri's mechanical units, Gentiane wanted to raise her hand to rub her aching forehead.
In the end, she forced herself to endure it; after all, rubbing it now would only make it hurt more.
Gentiane now envied the equipment Renault had at his disposal, whether it was the aircraft resembling a gunship or the power armor she had seen in Renault's factory.
If she had that kind of equipment on hand, how could they be suppressed by the simple manpower tactics of Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing now?
"Commander Gentiane! Are you okay!?"
Just as Gentiane was thinking about those machine guns and aircraft, the communicator which had been silent due to poor signal, suddenly rang.