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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.

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Chapter 226: Improvement Direction

"Fire control core? Is it really this small?"

HK416 looked surprised as she watched Renault directly dismantle the external components of the fire control core, revealing its main body inside.

"Did you think it would be larger?"

Renault waved the small fire control core, about the size of a sugar pill, and placed it into the slot of the mind transfer device, then gestured for HK416 to connect herself with a data cable.

The fire control core only needs a certain amount of space inside, enough to accommodate the usage method of the imprinted weapon, tactical actions to a certain extent, combat habits, and other relatively small contents.

The real aiming is still done by the doll itself; the fire control core only serves as an auxiliary calibration.

Otherwise, why would the tactical doll, originally equipped only with a fire control core, also need a weapon imprinting system? It's because solely relying on the fire control core is insufficient to instantly turn the doll into a qualified fighter.

However, when combined with the fire control core and the weapon imprinting system, although it cannot guarantee that the doll will be highly trained immediately upon leaving the factory, it ensures a reliable hit rate in combat.

Just this point alone is already worthwhile. After all, without a period of training, human soldiers can handle firearms in combat, but ensuring accuracy is another matter entirely.

Although it's a bit hard to accept that the coveted fire control core is just a simple gadget like this, HK416 still obediently brought a chair over and sat in front of the transfer device, connecting herself to it with a data cable.

"Come on, Elf, look here, hold down this button behind, then remove the magazine, and then here in the front, press down these two tabs..."

While UMP45 and the others were waiting for material processing, HK416 was transferring data nearby, Renault directly picked up the G11 brought by Elf and began to teach her how to disassemble it step by step.

The first thing a soldier does when receiving a new weapon is to thoroughly understand its deconstructive structure. At the simplest level, they should at least know how to maintain it, and most importantly, how to avoid turning their weapon into a club during usage.

At a more in-depth level, like what Renault was doing, involves dismantling it into the table full of parts.

Looking at the pile of parts on the table, Elf almost cried out.

This dense pile of parts... some of them were even directly knocked off by Renault. Could she really put them back together!?

"Don't worry, don't worry, they can definitely be put back. Look carefully..."

Seeing Elf pouting and her eyes misting, Renault had to comfort her softly.

Perhaps it's because she spent too much time wandering around the city before, this little one still seemed timid.

But fortunately, she has improved a lot recently, at least she no longer needs to be pampered during meals.

As he spoke, Renault deftly reassembled the entire gun.

Seeing the G11 restored to a complete weapon, Elf's expression improved, but she searched all over the gun and didn't see the kind of charging handle like on HK416's gun.

"Can this gun really be used?"

"Of course, I..." Renault, who was about to load a bullet into the magazine to demonstrate how the gun operates to Elf, found that there wasn't a single bullet in the box of imprinted weapons.

Using the bullet transformation device brought by M1 Garand, some G11-specific shell-less bullets could be produced immediately, but he was sitting in a workshop now, not in the shooting range.

Moreover, it wasn't very safe to demonstrate with live ammunition directly, so Renault simply took a plastic rod from the side, used pliers and a small knife to make several shell-less bullet models, and loaded them into the magazine.

Then, in front of Elf, he turned the round knob on the side of the gun... well, it's probably a knob, but this thing is actually the G11's bolt. Just turn it halfway, and the bullets in the magazine are considered chambered.

Ejecting bullets is the same action.

Remove the magazine, turn it halfway, and any unused bullets will be pushed out and ejected from the ejection port under the gun barrel.

Seeing this, Elf's eyes lit up, took the gun from Renault's hand, and repeatedly performed the loading and unloading actions.

If it weren't for HK416 being done over there, this little one could play here all day...

Seeing Elf's expression like this, Renault sighed. Well, he retracted his earlier statement. The fire control core is still useful, at least it can save dolls from the somewhat cumbersome process of basic training.

Of course, he wouldn't install redundant components like the fire control core on his own dolls. Just like HK416, he would only import the data from the fire control core into the neural cloud, and let the dolls handle the remaining troublesome steps in the neural cloud themselves.

Seeing Elf sitting in the chair after her, HK416 sighed. She wonder if this little one can handle this job after becoming a tactical doll. After all, compared to tactical dolls, the work of civilian dolls is mostly safer.

Hmm, most of the time, they operate in safe areas, and HK416, who has never experienced the danger of human hearts, thought so while organizing the data from the fire control core.

It's just that not organizing it doesn't matter much. Upon organizing it, it was found that most of the contents in the fire control core were things she was quite familiar with. Even with this fire control core, it wouldn't immediately restore her combat proficiency.

Unless she re-brands the imprinted weapon in her hand, then she can use the many precision sensors in the weapon to enhance her combat abilities.

On the other hand, Renault also happened to free up his hands to put UMP9 and UMP45, the two unlucky ones, into the repair pods.

In just a few minutes, the surface skin of these two could be repaired.

During his spare time, Renault picked up the weapon that HK416 had replaced and looked at it. Although he had repaired this weapon before, it was still unknown whether the sensors inside were broken.

But even if they weren't broken, Renault didn't intend to let them continue to function. The simple way to increase the power of firearms is to increase the caliber, increase the propellant load, or directly replace them with stronger propellants.

However, this would significantly increase the chamber pressure, and the gun barrel might not be able to withstand it. Therefore, some inevitable modifications are needed, such as replacing the gun barrel and the material of the gun body.

In this case, the many precision sensors in the gun are useless, so instead of modifying this gun, Renault prefers to build his own from scratch.

Unfortunately, this makes the originally simple task start to become complicated...

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