Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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It's simple, there's nothing to talk about, and it's not interesting. There are constant gunshots like flies buzzing in the air, making it difficult for Luo Fan to reassure everyone.

They were only maintaining a facade of calm; they couldn't be completely at ease until things calmed down completely.

The AR team and the Rebellious team are discussing which rations taste best, while two Ironblood workers are drinking alcohol, one is eating candy, and the other is drinking coffee. Knowing that he cannot fit into their group, the agent can only exchange coffee-making tips with Mrs. Grey.

There were three people on Luo Fan's back: Victor, WA-chan, and Pascal. They were pressing down on Luo Fan from three different angles, making him unable to move.

Although he felt somewhat uncomfortable, Luo Fan was still very happy, happy that his girls were willing to give themselves to him.

The initial unease may have vanished without them even realizing it...

AK12 sat next to AN94 and AR15, listening with a smile to their conversation about which rations tasted better, which canned food had a longer shelf life, and which cans had better sealing.

But she inadvertently noticed Luo Fan, who was carrying three people and had difficulty moving around.

After thinking for a moment, she moved over and sat down next to Luo Fan.

Luo Fan, who had been sitting there in a daze, looked much better after AK12 came to his side.

"What's wrong? Not talking anymore?"

Although he knew the answer to the question, he still said it with a smile.

AK12 tucked her long hair behind her ear and, without disturbing Viktor, moved as close to Luo Fan as possible, whispering, "If I don't come over, who will you talk to?"

Luo Fan looked rather pitiful as he carried three people on his back alone, staring blankly into space.

"Me? I talk to myself, but it's actually quite nice to have someone to talk to."

The man shifted his position, adjusting the angles of Pascal and WA to give his a little relief from his sore arms.

"Phew, this is exhausting..."

"How about I help you carry one?"

AK12 spread his hands, seemingly having this idea.

Luo Fan smiled and shook his head, looking at the three girls on his body with doting eyes: "Don't be like that. If they wake up and find themselves on you, they'll probably be so angry that they'll shut down their phones on the spot."

She's clearly the official wife, yet she takes the initiative to pull herself away from him. Isn't that a provocation?

"Ah, that's true, thank you for your hard work."

AK12 chuckled mischievously, then took a slice of peach from the can of fruit and offered it to Luo Fan.

Luo Fan opened his mouth and took it all in.

The previously subdued atmosphere seemed to have improved considerably...

but......

"Team B, confirm the situation with Teams A and C. We've encountered White Eagle military forces and engaged in firefight..."

"Received, awaiting processing..."

......

!!!

P.S.: Let's get some votes...

Here are some pictures of Lady Mondragon, who will appear later.

175 Siege + Statement

"Find an indoor space nearby to rest and await further instructions."

Several muffled sounds came from outside the door at the alleyway, clearly coming through gas masks.

Luo Fan quickly got up from the ground and patted the girls who were resting awake.

"Time to get up! And put out the fire right away!"

He growled in terror, as if he foresaw something ominous that would bring disaster.

Clearly, those ominous creatures were just outside the door, searching for a "habitat," a place where they could escape the cold and death.

But of course, they wouldn't allow someone to usurp their place.

The girls and Luo Fan climbed over the sofa, took out their weapons, and prepared to engage the enemy, while the others worked on processing information about their covert activities.

M4 immediately took out a bottle of water from her backpack and unscrewed the cap at lightning speed, but hesitated just as the bottle was about to be turned upside down.

She asked nervously, "Commander, if we collapse it, the firewood will get wet. Should we really collapse it?"

Upon hearing this, the other girls who were about to pour water into the stove also stopped what they were doing, their eyes revealing a hint of nervousness.

But Luo Fan waved his hand without hesitation: "We still have firewood, we can always get more later. Let's solve the immediate problem first... otherwise, this fire will be used by others. Also, everyone else, hold the door shut!"

It's more important to find a way to hide themselves first. If they aren't discovered, it just means they'll run out of firewood. They'll have firewood, so they can just light another one. But if they are exposed and a fight breaks out, they'll have to leave the small greenhouse.

"hiss......"

The icy water mercilessly pounded against the flickering flames and scorching firewood, releasing plumes of white steam that shattered the only light and warmth in the darkness.

The executioner, the alchemist, and M16 immediately rushed to the door, using the combined strength of two military dolls and one military doll to hold it shut. In theory, one of them would have been enough in this situation, but in order to resolve the crisis most effectively, they all rushed in together.

They all knew what was outside, and they were all "afraid" of what was outside.

Within seconds, intermittent noises could be heard in the room, but they were difficult to detect from the outside.

Still feeling tired, Victor woke up to find Lovan and the others running around the room, a strange situation that left her bewildered.

Pascal and WA-chan thought they were preparing to move.

The atmosphere was perfectly peaceful before, but suddenly it feels like someone's come to collect a debt...

Luo Fan was about to grab his weapon and hide behind the sofa when he realized that the three people on the ground were still not recovered.

"Time to get up, we have 'guests'..."

WA and Victor are tactical dolls after all, and they quickly got into the zone when engaging the enemy during their rest time. They picked up the weapons at their feet, released the safety, and began looking for suitable cover.

As for Pascal... Lovan could only pull him up from the ground and drag him behind the sofa.

Even after sitting down on the sofa, she was still somewhat dazed.

Luo Fan pressed Pascal's head down: "Keep your head down, don't raise it!"

This does feel a bit like making a movie...

The Defiant Squad and the Shotgun Doll worked together to carry the extinguished oil drum to a corner, then hid behind other furniture, while the Shotgun Doll simply raised its shield and stood by the door.

Within just twenty seconds, everyone went from being relaxed to being on high alert.

"..."

The footsteps outside grew closer, like chains dragging on the ground. They approached the sheepfold with an overwhelming sense of urgency.

But the lambs can kill them at any time, but the lambs do not want to reveal the fact that they can kill people at will.

The executioner braced the door with her back, and as she turned away, she saw Luo Fan, who was aiming a gun behind the sofa, communicating with her in sign language.

"How's it going outside?"

This is what she understands it to mean.

The executioner turned around, moved the M16 that was holding the door in place a little, and began to listen to the situation outside the door.

......

"This is it. I don't see any other doors that can be opened up ahead."

"Okay... By the way, how long does the company expect us to wait?"

"I don't know, just wait and see. You can't exactly pull the helicopter down."

"This weather is really ridiculous. It's snowing so heavily in Colorado at this time of day."

"It's normal. I lived in Colorado for a while, and this is perfectly reasonable."

......

The executioner suddenly turned around, startling everyone by the door, so much so that the muzzles of the SAT8 and M870 instinctively rose a few inches.

The executioner's mouth movements were extremely wide; if Luo Fanwan understood her for even a second, it would seem as if she were about to die on the spot.

"coming soon!!!"

Everyone's pupils dilated instantly, and the air pressure dropped to its lowest point in an instant.

Even my breathing became rapid involuntarily, causing a sharp pain in my throat...

The group immediately pointed their guns at the weathered and frail iron gate, their only protection.

The three people in front of the door held it firmly in place, controlling almost every possible point of leverage. Perhaps if they exerted a little more force, the door would be pushed back down and fall to the outside.

Perhaps this is what a besieged city is like: those outside want to get in, but those inside don't want to get out at all...

Within seconds, a hand was placed on the door...

"Let's try to get some rest first. There's no point in always hoping for the company to come."

The USS member standing in front of the door shook his head, then began to exert force on the iron gate in front of him, trying to push it open.

"...?"

"No, what are you doing? Aren't you going to turn it on? Please, I'm not in the mood for jokes like this in this weather."

Another member, whose body was trembling slightly, said rather unhappily.

The member pushed the door with a little too much force, but it still wouldn't budge...

"It's not that I don't want to open it, but this door... can't be pushed open. It might be bolted from the inside?"

"Tsk, never mind, I'll do it."

The other person next to him casually pushed him aside, intending to push open the seemingly shaky door himself.

"..."

"Can you do it?"

"Hey, what's wrong? I can't open it?"

He can't do it either, of course...

Inside the door, the alchemists could feel the pushing force coming from outside. Although the force was weak to them, they dared not relax their vigilance.

But the conversation outside the door hadn't stopped...

"If all else fails, how about using a shotgun to break down the door?"

......

"!!!"

P.S.: I said I didn't run away. I just posted a leave notice and someone posted that I was going to run away. I really laughed. I am a student, and I am also a human being. My studies are also very heavy. I am exhausted by listening to lectures and finding time to write manuscripts every day. In addition, the problems in the group recently have made me feel exhausted. So, in everyone's eyes, I am just playing the victim?

I've already said I'm not going to run away, and I'll definitely finish telling this story. Don't come to my thread and start making me think I'm going to run away. Maybe everyone thinks I'm just asking for leave, but now that I've said that, everyone thinks I'm going to run away. What should I do?

Everyone has their own pressures to face. I am a student, and writing this book was purely out of interest, not even my obligation or responsibility. Can we please refrain from making alarmist claims in a respectful manner?

Authors are human too, and rest is my right. I hope everyone can give me some respect.

If you think I've left, you can join the group to confirm the situation. Group 1 is full, Group 2: 980398436.

If you want to ask me what's going on, come to the group and ask. Don't try to make me think I'm running away. That's all, thank you.

Report on the situation + casual chat

Right now, I'm preparing for the academic exams, which will start around mid-December. I'll come back to update after the exams, since this is related to whether I can get my graduation certificate, so I hope everyone can understand.

Then we'll just chat about the later parts. The world-building in this book is not yet fully developed, and the White Eagle is a fictional country, so it will definitely be different from reality. Please do not compare the countries set in this book to reality, thank you.

Then comes the part after leaving the city, which is a roughly 100,000-word slice-of-life section, mostly sweet moments and everyday life. They'll first go on vacation to Hawaii, since even in winter, the temperature there is very pleasant, and also to fulfill a certain humanoid's wish...

Then I went to New York, opened a bar, and prepared for the upcoming gangster and business battles.

This part depicts the sweet daily life of the protagonist and the girls in the bar, as well as how alcohol is used to allow certain unique patrons to tell stories to the protagonist, thereby introducing the world view and the current situation of the White Eagle, somewhat similar to Cyberpunk Bartenders.