Chapter 349: Repair Still Useful

"Don't keep flying, just make a turn and hurry back. There are other things to do." Watching Simonov having a blast in the pilot's seat, Renault climbed up from the cabin and called out to her.

"Oh, okay, we'll go back now. But Commander, how's the payload of this thing? It's not like it's already maxed out just by taking off, right?"

"What are you thinking? Go back and get some steel cables. We're going to bring back those tanks."

"T-Tanks? Tanks!? Hey hey, really? Commander, are we going to become tank soldiers in the future?"

Being a helicopter pilot was manageable, but becoming a tank driver directly was a bit too much.

Moreover, those tanks were all gas guzzlers. Although they could use various types of fuel, who had the time to wander around looking for fuel now, except for those big cities?

Compared to helicopters, the mobility of tanks had decreased by more than one level. Just like the S09 area they had visited before, if they were to let her drive a tank across thousands of kilometers... forget it, she'd probably break it down before reaching the destination.

"Don't talk so much, let's hurry!"

Giving Simonov a blank look, Renault naturally didn't plan to repair those tanks completely; all he needed were the turrets on top of them.

Likewise, the 2A42 autocannons and turrets on those armored vehicles would also be removed.

The two helicopters that had been sitting idle at home also had autocannons, and even rocket launchers, but those rocket launchers were all externally mounted, the autocannons were not new, and there were no matching turrets. Most importantly, Renault thought those equipments were too old-fashioned.

This time, those tanks and armored vehicles brought over by the PMC guys looked relatively new, unlike the pre-Third War goods. It seemed like some people had obtained construction technology and had recently produced these products.

The military had long since switched to new equipment. Nowadays, apart from these PMCs who were looking for jobs everywhere, who would still be interested in the products from before the Third War?

After the new "aircraft" landed, AK47 and A-91, who were chatting on the ground, hadn't had a chance to ask Simonov how it felt to fly, and they were dragged into the hangar by Simonov.

The steel cables used for hoisting were not light ropes. It was too tiring for her to carry them alone, so having these two laborers standing by idly was a good deal.

Bewildered, A-91 and AK47 followed Simonov and moved the steel cables out. After hanging them under the aircraft, they were again puzzledly pulled into the cabin by Simonov.

"Huh? What's going on? Can you say something?" Looking at the silent Simonov, AK47 scratched her head.

When did this guy become so quiet? Just a few minutes ago, she was normal.

But as soon as Simonov skillfully controlled the aircraft to ascend, she also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haha! Now I'm not afraid anymore! If the plane crashes later, at least you two unlucky guys will be with me!"

"What!?" Hearing the word "crash," both AK47 and A-91 were startled. They were about to scold Simonov, this heartless guy, but then they saw Renault slap him on the back of her head!

Snap!

"If you can't speak, then keep quiet!"

This guy was a real mood killer, saying something like sinking a ship while standing on a newly set sail.

The location where the tanks stopped was not far from the factory area, and the distance between them was less than a minute's walk.

After lowering the altitude slightly, AK47 and A-91 also directly opened the cabin door and jumped down. Using the steel cables just hooked under the aircraft, they hung one of the intact tanks on the hook.

"It's hung! You can take off now!" AK47 stood on top of the turret, waving her hand and shouting upwards.

A-91, on the other hand, calmly sat on top of the turret, "Even if you shout loudly, Simonov won't hear you."

While AK47 was shouting, she had already informed Simonov of the situation below through communication protocols, so there was no need to worry about being embarrassed here.

"Uh..." While AK47 awkwardly scratched her head, Simonov raised the altitude and skillfully lifted the tank weighing over forty tons into the sky.

"It's really flying. Its payload capacity is much stronger than that of the previous transport helicopter." Even though A-91 still looked drunk, she couldn't help but exclaim at the sight.

It should be noted that after Renault rebuilt the "helicopter," not only did it become wider and longer, but its external body was also covered with thick armor plates, making its weight far exceed that of the original tilt-rotor aircraft.

And now it could even lift a huge tank that was almost as heavy as the aircraft itself. This payload capacity could be said to be revolutionary!

Boom!

As they returned to the airspace above the factory area, Simonov lowered the hovering altitude, and the tank hanging under the aircraft landed heavily on the ground!

"Slow down, this is a heavy thing. What if it collapses the roof of the underground space?" Seeing Simonov's sloppy movements, Renault said impatiently.

This guy, why is she still so rough in her actions, didn't shr know what gentleness meant?

It was fortunate that he didn't let this guy participate in the construction of the spaceship...

"Cough, understood, it's not like I don't have any experience. I won't make the same mistake next time!" Simonov confidently made a promise.

But when they tried to transport another tank for the second time...

Boom!

Facing Renault's completely darkening face, Simonov shrunk her neck, "Um, Commander, don't blame me for this. It's just that the reaction of this new engine is a bit too sensitive, and I accidentally..."

Thanks to Simonov's violent driving, the people in the underground space were all startled by the rumbling sound. Standing in the factory area, they looked up at Simonov and the others as they successively brought several armored vehicles over to the hangar beside the factory area.

Four tanks and five armored vehicles were all pulled over in just half an hour. A group of T-Dolls looked bewilderedly at these mostly scrapped vehicles, not understanding what Renault wanted to do with them.

"Commander, are you... planning to dismantle all the weapons and equipment on these armored vehicles?" UMP45 noticed some clues. Most of the internal devices on these vehicles were mostly broken, but the weapons and equipment were still intact.

"More or less, specifically speaking, these turrets can be removed and slightly modified for use." Patting the barrel of the 125mm smoothbore gun, Renault said, using ready-made ones would be much faster than making one from scratch.