I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

The power armor's left shoulder features a small missile slot and integrated radar. These devices automatically lock onto nearby armed units and fire smart missiles at them. The missile slots are preloaded with warheads, but reloads are required at designated resupply points.

On the right shoulder is the holographic guard's projector, which will automatically generate a projection nearby that can continuously emit high-energy lasers to confuse and attack the enemy.

However, because the energy of this projector depends on the power armor or the battery installed in it, its power will be weakened compared to the original version.

Similarly, power armor also has a holographic barrier to provide shield capabilities.

In addition, a place is specially designed on the power armor to place humanoid branded weapons. You no longer have to worry about being left without weapons after the mecha is blown up.

Finally, this power armor also has a short-distance leap device. When necessary, the thrusters can be activated on the ground to force a breakthrough.

Thanks to the tireless efforts of Oasis's research dolls, new experimental power suits and armor have been developed. While not yet complete, having only undergone laboratory testing, the Oasis dolls are extremely confident in these devices.

As for when the Fallout AI can be integrated, that's still a work in progress. The humanoids absolutely won't reveal the Mind Cloud technology to anyone, so compatibility is still being worked on.

Let’s focus on testing the existing weapons first.

The tank remained the same, and Sun Yang and the Oasis research dolls did not develop or research it any further. They simply replaced the power source with a nuclear engine and placed a holographic vending machine where the ammunition was stored.

The humanoids in the oasis have not been able to analyze the principle of the vending machine so far. After a lot of effort, Sun Yang issued an order, requiring the thought bodies to improve the vending machine and add a vending program to the vending machine to produce the necessary combat supplies for the humanoids.

Currently, this vending machine can be used to supply ammunition to humanoid squads and tanks, and it can also produce some spare parts for tank maintenance.

Sitting in this tank are the heavily armored humanoid squad that once operated the BGM71 anti-tank weapon.

Since the humanoids' combat environments no longer required this level of supporting firepower, they switched to vehicle operators. After all, tactical humanoids now had ample firepower, giving them more options.

From tanks and armored vehicles to helicopters, everything was assigned to the former Heavy Armored Squad members. Learning how to operate and repair various vehicles, both advanced and less advanced, took them quite a while.

The four humanoids from the BGM team had already crawled into the tank, ready to go at a moment's notice. They weren't carrying any powerful weapons, just power suits and a small laser rifle and plasma pistol for self-defense.

"Professor, the humanoid is ready, and we can begin the experiment!" Pascal also ordered the surrounding intelligent entities to monitor closely and read the energy readings.

"Okay, I'm going to get ready to shake the person away!" In a corner of the Dark Soul world, Sun Yang tightly grasped the cross-world device.

The Oasis Base once made a hypothesis: Is it possible that their commander, the professor, can directly transport the humanoids to another world and let them take charge of the mission of the vanguard?

Otherwise, the commander would have to risk being crushed every time they fought, the dolls would just have to reload the file, and Sun Yang would accumulate curses when he died.

So three humanoid volunteers equipped with German weapons enthusiastically participated in the test, as did a heavy armored team that thought it was fun.

Sun Yang used the spiral sword to first teleport the three humanoids and the tank of the heavy armored team to the Dark Soul world. Now this level of teleportation would not consume too much of his magic power.

"Get ready..." Sun Yang said to these humanoids with determined eyes, and also to Pascal in another world.

He held the inter-world teleportation device and loaded the Campfire Explorer. He extended the device towards the humanoids in front of him and fully injected his magic power into the device.

A ball of light flashed from the device, enveloping the volunteer figures, and then they disappeared without a trace.

"Spacetime fluctuations detected! Wait, their signal is gradually weakening! Does it have to be strong enough to do that?" Pascal sighed helplessly as she watched the gradually weakening signal in the instrument. Then she watched helplessly as the weakening signal abruptly stopped.

"Pascal! The signal has stopped! They have arrived in another world!" shouted an intelligent agent nearby.

"Quick! Quickly establish communication connections! Professor! Please prepare to transport more supplies!" Pascal hurriedly directed his men to work in a hurry.

In another world, the team that barely survived slowly regained consciousness.

Volume 8: World War II

Chapter 364: The Second World War in Another World: Humanoids bravely enter another world—World War II?

"Ugh! It hurts so much, my whole body hurts... Is this the feeling of a flush toilet that the commander mentioned? It's so uncomfortable..." After experiencing a cross-world journey in which he lost consciousness, MP40 woke up because of severe pain all over his body.

She felt the cold wind, a sharp chill blowing overhead... Wait, why did it feel like a cold wind? Wasn't I wearing power armor?

MP40 stood up, her body gradually adjusting to normal. She opened her eyes and touched her body.

The power armor on his body disappeared, and the grenade was gone. All that was left on his body was the light power suit and the plasma pistol on his waist.

"My gun, my grenade, my battery... Is this wilderness survival?" After checking the power supply status of the pistol and the body, MP40 had enough energy to look around.

The snowy plains before my eyes stretched to a vast expanse of white, with sparse coniferous forests standing tall in the distance. The azure sky lacked any other color.

How long has it been since I've seen scenery like this? Back at the main base, there's never been such good weather. MP40 felt as if he'd traveled back in time, slowly advancing along the railway through the territory of New Soviet Russia.

"This is MP40, is anyone there? Please answer if you can hear me?" MP40 sent a signal to the surroundings, and soon two responses came.

[Carl received.] [STG44 received.]

The MP40 immediately located the positions of the two teammates, who were thrown into the coniferous forest several kilometers away.

"I'm Carl. All team members, gather around me. Keep an eye out for any intelligent creatures along the way." Carl 98K, the team leader, immediately gave the order to assemble.

"I'll come find you. How much stuff do you have left? I only have a pistol." MP40 activated the thrusters on the back and leaped forward through the thick snow.

Sizzle! Fortunately, the thrusters were not damaged or lost, otherwise they would have to scramble forward in the snow, which would have wasted even more energy.

[Same here, I only have one plasma pistol left. Did we consider this a success?]

The sound of thrusters starting up was also heard from the STG44. In the distance, a small figure emerged from the woods, drew an arc, and fell again.

[Having almost all my equipment vanish isn't a success. I don't want to engage in a firefight with someone from another world with only a small pistol.] Carl's voice echoed again.

The thrusters carried the MP40, leaving several distant holes in the snow, and soon she met up with Carl and STG44 at the edge of the woods.

The two of them looked in a state of disarray, with only their clothes and pistols left.

The current temperature is about ten degrees below zero, but the humanoids can withstand such low temperatures, and the power suits can also adjust the temperature according to the environment.

"What's the next step?" MP40 ran to Carl and asked.

"The next step is to use the power armor's radar to scan the nearby terrain, and at the same time establish a communication station with the main base with the heavy armor team. But now there is no power armor, and those heavy armor teams...maybe they have flown away with our power armor and we don't know where." Carl sighed.

"Or was it damaged while crossing time and space? Didn't the commander say it would feel like a flushing toilet, and when he sent the human here, that human also had internal bleeding." MP40 said.

"Whatever the case, we've been dumped into this wasteland... and it looks like there's no one around. Could it be that life hasn't even sprouted yet?" STG44 said with a look of despair. "Even if some aliens come to fight me with knives and guns, it's fine! Aren't we destined to spend the rest of our lives in misery in this shabby place?!"

"Haven't you tried self-destructing back to the city? Just overload your core and we'll be teleported back to the base." MP40 looked puzzled.

"So our first priority is to go to... wait, there's a new communication coming in." Carl's eyes moved, and a new contact request came in.

[Karl! It's us! The BGM team!] Four nervous faces appeared in the window. [I knew you survived!]

"Let's move over now. Report your surroundings and current situation." Carl raised his eyebrows. There were no tanks behind the heavy armored team.

And this distance... 20 kilometers? Is that a big gap? I'll have to run for a while.

Unlike tactical T-dolls, these heavily armored T-dolls' combat capabilities were limited solely by their physiques, and they lacked any experience in using light weapons. If they were to encounter a formidable opponent, they would likely be completely wiped out.

The humanoids immediately activated their thrusters to reunite with their teammates. They obtained the signal coordinates of the heavy armored team and quickly leaped through the woods.

"Captain Carl, we're in the snow, and the tanks that were coming over have disappeared. We woke up and were lying on the ground, even though we were all sitting in our seats when we arrived." The heavy armored team's figure said quickly.

"So the tank was consumed by the inter-world journey? Keep going." Carl's suspicions were confirmed. If he were to conduct another experiment, it would be best to send the person in an iron coffin, as a safe bet.

"Thankfully, the holographic machine somehow survived. We used it to build a simple communication station, and that's how we were able to contact you. Oh, and I was able to contact Pascal earlier." The heavy armored team shifted, revealing the crude communication device behind them.

"Isn't it only the commander who can communicate across worlds? Can we too?" Carl was mentally prepared, intending to save resources as much as possible and spend a long time investigating and searching for useful things in this world.

"Well, it seems that because we already have a little bit of the commander's soul, and with the signal amplifier, we can communicate and discuss. The principle is both magical and scientific. Strider said it was a matter of course, but the others didn't believe it at all..." The heavy-armored humanoid babbled.

"Never mind. This isn't our concern. So, what did Pascal say? Did you just get through the call?" Carl and the humanoids continued to move through the woods, occasionally disturbing some sleeping animals. They looked very similar to the animals on Earth in the past.

Is this a different world? How come the evolution of all creatures is so similar? It feels like I've learned something incredible. The MP40 is hanging behind Carl. Captain Carl is listening attentively, so I can just fish.

"Yes, Pascal couldn't contact you, but we built a communication tower, so she told us first. Um, she said the spatial coordinates have been determined, but the distance is too far, and the commander can't come here."

"Distance?" Carl began to be confused.

"The so-called information quantity is its mass. The greater the mass, the closer it flies. You are like a colorful ball thrown by the commander with all his might. The ball wears away in the air, finally landing on a balloon somewhere in the sky." The commander's magical energy is limited; he can't transport himself to the same position. The heavy squad directly quoted Pascal's metaphor.

"We are colored balls, right? Okay, then what instructions will she give next? When will the new reinforcements arrive?" Carl should just do his job as a tactical humanoid and not force himself to understand that knowledge.

"Look for a signal station with sufficient power. Once connected to our equipment, we can send a specific signal to improve accuracy. According to Pascal, our signal is very weak and may be projected to another world." The heavy armored team continued.

"Where can I find a signal station in this place? Can't you make a holographic machine?" Carl sighed.

"If I could figure it out, I wouldn't be saying this. Besides, maybe we can actually find the signal station. Um, don't you see any villages or anything like that nearby?" the heavy armored team asked.

"No. What? Is this the Dark Ages? Or is there an elves' homeland? The commander seems to like elves quite a lot." Carl said casually.

"Neither. Our signal tower intercepted a very primitive radio signal. The current time is January 1944, and this place is called Novgorod. It seems that many troops are deployed here, and the atmosphere between the two forces is very tense. The western troops are speaking German, and the eastern troops are speaking Russian." said the heavy armored team.

"This is a Soviet city, so this is another Earth...the Earth of the past? It must be clean and beautiful, at least cleaner than our previous Earth. 1944 was World War II, right? I wonder if our history is one-to-one corresponding to time...so does anyone know what happened here?" Carl looked at the two humanoid figures behind him.

"January 1944, Novgorod? I remember this city. My friend went there with her master," STG1 scratched his chin, retrieving relevant information from his memory. "To the north of it is Leningrad... So we are now surrounded by the German army?"

"German army?" MP40 and Carl didn't feel anything special.

After all, in their perception, Germany had no ability to confront the Soviet Union. Huge purification towers and separation walls were erected near the German capital, Berlin, and they were filled with refugees.

Moreover, it only takes a few days of running outside the isolation wall to reach the black zone. This environment is not comfortable at all.

It's even said that the entire city of Berlin was infiltrated by Paradis like a sieve, allowing Paradis to escape from wherever he pleased, without worrying about being exposed. The Stasi was also considered a complete waste by the humanoids. Besides providing intelligence, they were pretty useless.

There were several operations in which if the commander and the tactical humanoids had not been reliable enough in combat, they would have died.

The Soviet Union had tactical dolls everywhere, and Griffin had hundreds of elite veterans, yet the Stasi was so happy when they got a tactical doll. I don't know what they were so happy about.

"Well... let's meet up with the heavy armored team first. I'll see if I can grab an armored vehicle or a tank or something..." Carl already had some plans in mind.

365 Heavy Armored Squad VS German Patrol

"So, Captain, what's our plan? I mean, how do we get a tank? Even if we do, it'll be destroyed by the anti-tank firepower of the troops here, right? Besides, they should have rocket launchers at this time."

STG44 followed Carl and leaped forward. The last signal sent by the heavy armored team was located 20 kilometers to the north, so they searched for the distress signal sent by the heavy armored team while discussing their plan.

"It's very simple. We find the German base and pretend to be military dependents or German refugees to ask for asylum. Then we wait for an opportunity to kill some of the people, blow up the armory, and then steal a car and run away." Carl's plan was simple and crude.

"How could they be considered refugees or family members? Isn't this the front line of the Soviet-German War? Where would the family members come from? They all ran away long ago!" said STG44.

"What nonsense are you talking about? The clothes we are wearing are definitely German style. And I don't know who designed the appearance setting, but we are using German guns and wearing German uniforms. We are all the same people." Carl patted his breastplate and fluffy skirt.

"Carl, humans have to wear cotton clothes in winter. Normal people would have frozen to death if they dressed like us. Humans are not fools. They would be suspicious if they saw three people wearing such light clothes approaching." STG44 shook his coat.

"Why don't we just steal a few pieces of clothing? How can you be so straightforward? We can just pretend that the clothes inside were stolen from a descendant of a local noble family." Carl said indifferently.

"We don't know how long they have been scouting here. No noble would know better than us. It's really suspicious that several women in skirts and bare legs suddenly appeared. We will definitely be regarded as spies. Besides, your clothes are the only ones that are conspicuous here, Carl, right? You only wear clothes like this in the aristocratic mansion street, right?" MP40 sighed.

Strictly speaking, if you put a pair of pants under the skirt of MP40 and STG44, you will look very much like the German army.

Carl's suit included breastplate, arm armor, and leg armor, and he wore a metal helmet in the style of a century ago, and a big fluffy skirt... Rather than a refugee, he looked more like a young lady who had gone crazy and was planning to go to the front line to play the game of nobility.

"Do you want to be a young lady? I remember that many descendants of nobles have strange minds." STG44 looked at the captain's black skirt fluttering in the wind.

"Then I'll be the eldest lady, and you two will be the unlucky ones who get caught by me and run away." Carl immediately accepted this suggestion.

"You two are both blonde, one with red eyes and the other with green eyes, which makes you look very German. As for your face shape... those Germans won't care about such small details. Anyway, we are both good-looking, and humans will give beautiful women a break." Carl said confidently.

"I don't mind. How do you explain your white hair and eyes?" STG44 pointed at Carl's flowing white hair and red eyes.

"I'm an albino and delusional nobleman. I asked a blacksmith to make armor for me and put on my ancestral helmet to sneak into the front line to fight. Then we groped in the wilderness for a long time, and finally we couldn't stand it anymore and finally found the German camp to seek help." Carl quickly disguised his identity.

"...Will it work?" Although STG44 always felt that this plan was unreliable from the beginning.

"There were no women in the German army in 1944, right? And I don't think you can sneak into a heavily guarded base by putting on a German uniform and speaking fluent German. You'll be treated as a spy if you do that," Karl said confidently.

"So why don't we just activate the stealth module and go in?" MP40 said as he wanted to activate the stealth module of his power suit.

Zizi. The power suit simply glowed. Some crucial part was broken.

"I've tried it a long time ago. All failed. I don't know if those heavily armored humanoids' power suits are still useful. If they are, I'll change into other clothes." Carl said without any concern.

After the three figures roughly discussed what they were going to do, they continued to move north.

[Captain Carl! Help! The Germans are sending a patrol!] The heavy armored team called again, frantically asking for help.

"Patrol? How many people can there be in a patrol? Thirty or forty at most? You four humanoids can't beat forty humans? We are still fifteen kilometers away, can you hold on?" Carl said disapprovingly.