Come and connect with me!

The little episode between the Enterprise and the Grim Reaper did not affect the speed of action of this small team. There was a narrow cobblestone path connecting the command room and the cafeteria. No one knew what the cleaning standards of the barbarians were. The pebbles on the entire path were polished to a sparkling shine, and the gaps between the pebbles were covered with fine white sand. Even if you walk barefoot, it will not hurt the fragile arch of the foot - of course, the fragility here refers specifically to the nameless human being.

We have arrived at the cafeteria.

With a blue roof and gray-white walls, several barbarians are searching for something inside. Only the shell of the unrestored building remains, and it is essentially just an abandoned warehouse.

Wuming squatted down and picked up a little yellow chicken.

"This place needs major repairs, everyone, get out quickly, or there won't be a few extra chicken chop rice in the cafeteria when it's finished."

The little yellow chicken blinked and held up a clipboard.

[Coming out soon]

Then it jumped like a ball, landed on the ground, and rushed into the cafeteria. After a while, several little yellow chickens came out with a pile of pots and pans on their heads, making a clanking sound.

[Everything of value has been taken out]

A wild beast with a writing board on its head waved in front of Wuming.

"Then, the repair begins!"

Chapter 19 Dispute

Time passed quickly and the canteen was repaired in the blink of an eye.

The entire cafeteria has not changed much, except for cleaning up the already small amount of dust and small debris. The first floor is empty and nothing can be seen. The kitchen is fully equipped, and there are a few more display-like instruments embedded in the wall of the back kitchen. I looked up the instructions on my phone and found out that this is the so-called [Material Transformation Instrument]. It can make all kinds of food ingredients through imagination. The principle is to transform various substances in the air to create counterfeits that are exactly the same as the real thing in terms of appearance and nutritional value, completely getting rid of inefficient labor in the port area.

Wuming tried to imagine apples, and soon there was a bag of apples in the window.

He gave the apples to Frederick the Great and the company without any reward, but he also did not forget to give them to the little yellow chickens who had worked so hard. He thanked them for their hard work so that he could live in a big villa and drive a big ship - although strictly speaking, the apples were also the result of their labor.

The others went to eat on their own, while Wuming was enjoying the fruit that he hadn't eaten for a long time, feeling very happy.

Frederick the Great, who was standing by, took a nibble of fruit, glanced at the instrument, and suddenly asked, "Dear, what should we do next?"

"Hmm... chew and chew... after that? Let me think, it should be to repair the [Port Detection Radar] or the [Undersea Bionic Guard]..."

"No, I mean, the future plans."

Frederick the Great took a bite of the apple, and the juice overflowed from the corners of his lips, which was licked by her nimble tongue.

"That will be Minato's next course of action."

Enterprise said this in a clear tone while eating fruit.

"Commander, it seems a bit early to say this now, but you once told me that the White Eagle Ship Girl Reno in this world is only level 68. Compared with our level, she is far from being a threat. This is of course a good thing."

She looked at Frederick the Great, who was leaning on Wuming's shoulder, looking nonchalant, as if it was not her who brought up the matter.

“However, this also means that we may already be the strongest military force in the world. Whether we like it or not, our existence will affect the balance of the world.

Therefore, even though there are only Frederick and I in the port area now, which is far less than one percent of the entire port area, we should make preparations in advance. When a conflict may occur, we should know what to do, which side to take, or whether to remain neutral. "

Her eyes were serious as she stared at Wuming intently.

"Or, Commander, do you have the ambition to conquer the world?"

Wuming moved his mouth, swallowed the apple, and then hesitantly let out a sound.

No, we just finished repairing the house and are sitting in the kitchen eating fruit, and now you ask me, should we conquer the world?

Wuming looked at Frederick the Great who was smiling but not saying anything, then looked at Enterprise who had a serious face, and felt a strong sense of absurdity.

And it was a ship girl from Azur Lane who asked me if I wanted to conquer the world?

"Can I ask why you have such an idea?"

This is exactly what Wuming cannot understand.

“Because we have the ability to do so.”

There was no hint of joking in Enterprise's amethyst eyes.

"The difference in levels is too great, and once we start to come into contact with the outside world, we can't hide this. We can either be the conqueror of the world or the judge of the world. It's impossible to do nothing. Before we officially come into contact with the outside world, it's best to set a development policy for the port. No matter what it is, I will follow your footsteps."

Wuming frowned, feeling that this scene was inexplicably familiar. Suddenly, he understood.

Enter the Grand Fleet and start choosing your camp.

Is it a leisure fleet or the strongest fleet?

The difference between the two is that if you don't log in for the same two weeks, as soon as you come online, the leisure fleet will be disbanded and the strongest fleet will kick you out.

In other words, there is no difference, just the color.

"Frederick, stop laughing all the time. Can't you give me some advice?"

Frederick the Great shook his head gently and put his arms around Wuming's neck.

"I never push you to make a decision."

Wuming shook his head in distress.

Now he doesn't have a real sense of the power he possesses, nor does he have any big ambitions. When playing Warcraft, he can only fight against a simple computer battle, and his deployment of troops is a mess. His only tactic is to frame a team and right-click A. The battle instructions to the ship girls are to form a single column and fight automatically.

He really can't be called a qualified commander.

"Well, let's all express our opinions and speak our minds honestly. Husband and wife are one. I absolutely trust your ideas. I want to know your true opinions!"

Yes, a true view.

He thought he understood his wives, but a few lines of voice in the game could never fully represent a person, and he also wanted to know what his wives thought.

"Since it is my dear's request..."

Frederick the Great stood up straight, looked at Wuming and Enterprise, and revealed his hidden nature to the two.

"The weak obey the strong, this is the truth of the world!

Ordinary people are short-sighted. That is why they are led by the elites and enslaved by the strong!

And we are the strongest among the strong, the elite among the elite. Of course we must obtain the highest power, stand in the highest position, and dominate the weak as we please!

Ah, when I think of those self-proclaimed iron-blooded but weak pieces of trash playing house games with these weaklings, the rage in my heart is about to burst forth!

I will eliminate those weak ones one by one, and only the truly noble ones can survive the purge!

Of course, I in this world will not kill her. Both of me will serve my dear. I must prove to the world that Frederick the Great was born to be with my dear!"

Frederick the Great held his face with a flush on his face, and his amber eyes shone with excitement, like burning gold. The madness in his words made the little yellow chickens tremble with fear. These little things were eating fruit on the side, but were frightened by Frederick the Great's speech, and their fur stood on end. They huddled together and shivered.

"Well, it's your turn, Enterprise."

She calmed down her overly excited emotions and smiled gently at Wuming.

Wuming just clapped his hands while biting his apple, without making any comment.

Enterprises are somewhat worried that Wuming seems to have not changed much, but not objecting often means acquiescence.

“Indeed, we have the power.

But power has always been linked to responsibility. The stronger one is, the more he needs to understand this. Doing whatever one wants will inevitably lead to destruction!

Precisely because we have power, we should use it prudently to make the world more free and equal, to benefit the people and to advance humanity!

Destroy everything you think is weak, and define nobility and inferiority among all things in the world. Then, when those who you think are weak are destroyed, who will be the next weak person to be destroyed?

When everything outside the port area turns into a sea of ​​fire, where will you start to practice your truth? "

The enterprise walked towards Frederick the Great step by step, and its tone became colder and colder, just like yesterday.

"Your truth is wrong!"

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Frederick the Great refused to give in, shook his head and sneered, "Weakness and compromise are proof of weakness!

Enterprise, we have more than just military force. Think about this port area and the material conversion device in this cafeteria.

As long as we mass-produce the material conversion device, we can sweep the entire world with almost cost-free goods. Price war, economic war... we will give them whatever they need. This is a crushing victory of technological strength. We will seize the world in an upright manner, and then slowly divide it into high and low, and distinguish the good from the bad. I am not stupid enough to destroy the world directly with force!"

Chapter 20 Undercurrent

"Dear, let us join hands to paint this world with our own colors!"

Finally, Frederick the Great opened his arms to Wuming and confidently invited him to conquer the world together, saying that she wanted to give the best to her commander.

Wuming took the last bite of the apple, chewed it, and swallowed it.

If you count the time he spent on the cargo ship, he hasn't eaten an apple for nearly half a month.

"That sounds good, but there's one thing that's not so good for us."

"what?"

"time.

If we aim to conquer the world, we will have to produce equipment non-stop every day. In order to maintain an absolute advantage in power, a force like you may need to leave the port and attack all over the world. This will take a long time. Even if we are much more powerful than this world, it will take months or even years for the price war to lead to economic collapse. After all, no one is a fool. Any camp will have basic food stocks. Even if everything goes well, it will take two or three years. "

Frederick the Great's face began to darken, and she probably understood what Wuming meant.

“In the next few years, I’m afraid I’ll just have to stay behind with the others. I’m afraid we’ll have fewer opportunities to meet. When we reach the ruling stage, there will be more things to do.

We might be so busy that we won’t be able to see each other again for several months, is that okay?”

Businesses are already laughing.

This is an inevitable part of conquering the world. No one throughout history who has great talent and strategy can take care of everything. Even if it is a time traveler using a cheat, as long as the cheat finger is not a world modulation mode, it is impossible to easily take the world into one's pocket.

After knowing the consequences, how could Frederick the Great, who regarded Wuming as an existence above the world, give up the insufficient time they spent together just for the ambition of conquering the world?

When she thought about the bitches that kept popping up in the dock, she would probably feel a sinking feeling on her head from time to time, feeling green and anxious even if she was bullying kids outside.

"Humph!"

Frederick the Great looked at Wuming, then looked at Qiejie, who was standing beside him with a stern face and a wild smile. He turned around angrily and sulked in the corner.

Wuming was also amused by Frederick the Great's childish appearance, but laughing now would only make her more embarrassed, so he could only go over to stroke her fur and comfort her.

He finally felt relieved at this moment.

Since yesterday, he was a little worried that there would be a conflict among the ship girls.

This is an inevitable conflict caused by differences in personality.

The White Eagle pursues freedom and equality, while the Iron Blood desires power and glory.

As the representative camps of Azur Lane and Red Axis, the two basically define the behavior styles of the two major alliances.

The former is the dominant rule maker in this world and even in the game context. He can make a profit by simply maintaining the existing order and has no urgent desire to change the world. Therefore, he appears to be conservative and law-abiding.

The latter seems arrogant, but this cannot conceal the nature of a camp that must be aggressive in order to survive. In every aspect, it cannot compare with the righteous Azur Lane. Therefore, it despises the existing rules, desires changes in the world, and hopes to become the new rule makers. It looks like the villains in fairy tales, radical and violent.

However, if these demon kings were to become regular officials that day, today's Red Axis would be yesterday's Azur Lane, and there would be no essential difference between the two.

This is Wuming’s biggest feeling since coming to this world.

He traveled to White Eagle naked. He was not some urban soldier king or immortal king who had descended to the earth. He was just an ordinary person, and the people he had the deepest contact with were ordinary people.

He was nothing at that time. He had to save up for a long time to buy a boat ticket. He didn't even dare to go to the hospital when he was sick. If he encountered a turbulent situation or even a war, he would be worse off dead.

There are many people like him in the world. Now with the help of cheats, he has made it into the mainstream. He cannot deprive ordinary people of their hard-earned happiness just to divert internal conflicts in Hong Kong.

He is even willing to feed the products produced by the little yellow chickens to the little yellow chickens. Is there anyone else who can do this?

Wuming stroked Frederick the Great's long hair and could see that the atmosphere was much better than before. The tense situation was gone, and Frederick the Great curled up in Wuming's arms like a cat, purring his teeth. Enterprise shrugged and looked at Frederick the Great, who was also a ship girl from the port area, being hit so hard, and she tacitly gave her some space.

After a long while, Frederick the Great stood up on his own initiative, looking normal.

"I'm feeling much better now, honey, what are we going to do next?"

"Let me see."

Wuming flipped through his phone.

【Email】（Unread 1）

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[Dear Commander, it has been detected that the number of buildings to be repaired has reached three, the number of ship girls is greater than or equal to 2, and the commander level is greater than or equal to 1. I would like to inform you that the time and space coordinates (Note 1) can be resolved.]

(Note 1: The space-time coordinates are the world coordinates saved through the dimensional sea before being attacked by an unknown entity. There must be humanoid creatures, basic civilization, and specificity.)