Come and connect with me!

Since the human identity is so useful, why not just recruit all the androids under your command? The port area is very empty now anyway.

On the other hand, the two-person team also got new clues.

"2b, look, what did I find?"

9s stood by a pit and yelled.

In front of him, a large number of square holes were opened at irregular intervals, and two heavy shoe prints were clearly visible.

Chapter 60: The flaw that should be repaired

"Um, Mr. Enterprise, the body shape of the humans over there is a little different from the human data we saw. Does the bust need to be bigger and rounder?"

"Mr. Enterprise, do humans everywhere wear high heels when they go out?"

"Mr. Enterprise, Mr. Enterprise, is there a rule about which leg you take the first step when you walk?"

Walking on the path in the forest, the trio asked questions one after another, and the boldest one, 64b, naturally asked about body shape.

Enterprise could handle it easily at the beginning, after all, there were a lot of fan girls when he went out. Sometimes, in order to compete for who was more liked by Enterprise, they would even make the bombing sound in the training ground non-stop.

But these guys are different. From top to bottom, basically any action of the company will be analyzed and amplified, and then they will ask questions with great interest, to the point that the company becomes a little stiff in its steps.

"Once we capture the headquarters, we will resize the body so that the upper body can be larger and closer to humans!"

“Great!”*2

64b was so excited when he spoke that the other two guys agreed very much, as if he was going to help mankind and defeat the traitors.

"Well, my body shape is not considered universal. You can adjust the bust as you like. The high heels... are part of the ship's uniform. They are most suitable for fighting on the sea. They allow me to stand on the sea. As for which leg to step forward first, it's up to you!"

At the end of her words, she sighed in distress and shrank back behind Wuming, which was a rare move for her.

Wuming also had a headache. He looked at A2, only to see this white-haired android with a always cold face staring ahead with evasive eyes. It seemed that he was afraid of these three guys.

"Um, Mr. Wuming, I'm very curious!"

64b stared with eyes full of curiosity, and the two guys behind him also poked their heads in, wanting to throw out the strange questions in their heads.

"Well, Frederick, why don't you come and talk to them?"

Frederick the Great didn't care at all about being used as a shield. She gave the three androids an 80% sweet smile, successfully awakening their physical memories of being beaten, and the team finally returned to peace.

The next destination is the camp of the ground resistance army, where the leader is an android named Annie Mourning. She seems to be a different model from the YoRHa-type androids, but the underlying logic of androids is the same, they are all born to protect humans. In this case, she can also be instigated to rebel, oh no, to join the light.

The leader of the ground resistance is targeting the commander in the bunker of the space base. Basically, if they can convince her, it means they will capture all the non-YoRHa-type androids on the ground.

The only pity is that neither A2 nor the three B-type androids are very familiar with the ground. Compared with the YoRHa troops who are closer to the technological forefront, the ground resistance camp is more of a nail in the position. It does not require radical results. It is enough to be able to maintain the occupied area and provide certain support and guarantee to the troops. Therefore, the weapons they are equipped with are basically not very good. In this world ten thousand years later, familiar automatic rifles can still be seen in the camp. If it is not like Azur Lane with a retro skin and black technology, then the combat effectiveness of the camp can be imagined.

"Mr. Wuming..."

"Um, you can call me Commander. It feels weird to always call me Sir."

Although he is a commander with a private island and a personal maid, Wuming still considers himself a proletarian. Adding the word "adult" still sounds harsh, like a capitalist.

Of course, it’s okay if calling him boss makes him sound very entrepreneurial.

"Yes, Commander."

A2 readily followed Wuming's advice. Wuming had no intention of hiding his plan from anyone. If Wuming had not asked them to keep a low profile, the three guys would have put up flags like "Carrying out Justice on Behalf of Heaven" or "Purge the Court of Evil Officials" behind their backs, and turned on the loudspeaker to let all creatures on the surface know that humans have returned as the Dragon King.

"If, if they don't surrender right away, can I try to persuade them first?"

A2 seemed a little hesitant. Although she looked cold, she was actually not as unapproachable as she looked. After knowing Wuming's orthodox human identity, she had been thinking about the obstacles she might encounter as an artificial human and put herself in his shoes.

Thus, she sincerely felt sad. If it were her, she would be in agony when she found out that she was fighting against the humans she swore to protect. The pain of being an enemy of her faith would be more terrible than death. She would feel unspeakable fear just by thinking about it.

Establishing a belief, sticking to it, and then pushing yourself to the opposite side of the belief with your own hands would drive any artificial human crazy.

"No, A2. As long as they know I'm human, they won't fight."

Of course, Wuming hadn’t said anything else.

Even if an accident really happened and they were unwilling to obey the leadership of humans and became disloyal, that would be fine. If they could part ways amicably, that would be fine. But if he really attacked him, with his two wives by his side, it would be no problem for him to deal with a mere useless resistance camp.

"I understand."

a2 nodded and said no more.

A long eagle cry was heard in the sky, and the Grim Reaper returned from the horizon. It seemed that it had discovered a few new members, so it deliberately circled at a low altitude before folding its wings and hiding in Enterprise's arms.

This guy is always elusive, and Wuming often can't see him if he's not paying attention. This big fuss is also to show off.

“Hmmmm… I understand.”

Enterprise listened attentively and nodded from time to time. The four androids stopped and waited.

"Commander, the Death God has discovered two new YoRHa-type androids, one male and one female. They accidentally discovered the traces we left behind and seem to be looking for us."

Wuming thought about it after hearing this, but still couldn't remember which aspects were exposed. It's not that there were no aspects, but that there were too many.

The various bones from eating, the various food packaging made by Manjiu brought from the port, and the footprints left by walking made him feel a little confused for a moment.

"Commander, is this the case?"

a2 took out a plastic bottle from his pocket and asked.

"No, these are traces left by the commander testing his strength."

Enterprise looked at A2 and understood: "It seems to be left behind when drinking water. Hmm, our anti-tracking awareness is not very good. We have been fighting on the sea before. The sea will clean up all traces. After coming to land, it is not good to maintain this habit..."

The company pondered for a while and seriously summarized that it would not make the same mistake again next time. A2's tracking skills were not high, but it could still find them from various traces of life. This flaw must be made up.

"Can I keep this?"

a2 spoke hesitantly, holding the bottle tightly in his hand and with a nervous look on his face.

Wuming nodded and said, "Of course it's no problem, but it's just a bottle, why do you take it so seriously?"

a2 just shook his head.

"This is not just a bottle, it is a beacon of hope for me at that time."

Chapter 61: Twin Sisters

In a corner of this planet, various pieces of information are being rapidly replayed in the cluster network of mechanical life forms.

From the sudden appearance of a black plane, to the fighter jet formation that rushed over again, and the occasional flight path that a robot would see when it looked up...

The intelligence gathered from various types of information further determines the strategic deployment of mechanical life forms.

[Not a bunker technology]

A third party appears

[Judged to be a force close to humans]

[The location is probably in the direction of the forest]

Where is a man-made camp?

Countless robots in the desert paused at the same time, and then looked straight towards the direction of the resistance camp, with their red eye lights shining brightly.

[First, throw tens of thousands of lower-level machines to test it]

An ordinary test of the mechanical network does not take up much of its computing power. It is more about pondering human thoughts, systems, and wisdom.

[It would be great if we could capture a living human being. Their incomprehensible emotions and thoughts are far more interesting than the Creator.]

The order was given, and a loud rumbling sound came from the inner layer of the desert. The sand in one sand pit after another quickly boiled. In the dim sandstorm, medium-sized robots equipped with heavy armor emerged from the sandstorm with heavy steps and set off in neat rows. The loose sand was flattened by their own weight. Then, a reconnaissance plane with a jet aircraft on its back soared into the sky, followed by a larger turret-type robot and the guard-type robots surrounding it. In front of the team, fist-sized land-based mechanical scouts crawled silently on the ground, and their bionic skin allowed them to disguise themselves as all kinds of harmless little things.

This is a complete army.

Close combat heavy machinery on the periphery, turrets and guards on the inner layer, all-terrain scouts and reconnaissance aircraft that can provide a certain amount of air fire suppression.

Mechanical life forms have been entrenched on this planet for more than five thousand years. The interior of the seemingly wild planet has long been thoroughly infiltrated by them. The little playfulness of outsiders is not enough to make it take it seriously. After all, if it can't even catch a small tentative punch, it is not worth taking it seriously.

Tens of thousands of robot armies marched steadily, the sensitive little animals were frightened and hid everywhere, Frederick the Great in the distance seemed to sense something and grinned silently, the storm was coming, the huge stage had been set up, waiting for the protagonist to enter, and she would show Wuming what the strongest is in this world.

"Wow, she's sneering again..."

"Hush. Keep it down, 64b, she heard me..."

Frederick the Great's face turned serious. He pretended not to hear it and took a deep breath, and then another deep breath.

Hold it in.

This is the property of the port area and cannot be smashed at will.

Frederick the Great took a few quick steps away from the three guys.

At this time, Wuming and his group had been walking for a while. Wuming's physical strength increased greatly, and he could keep up with the pace of the androids by normal walking. He was tired of taking transportation, so he simply walked to the camp.

2b Wuming was too lazy to look for her, so he decided to wait until the camp was recaptured before letting her come to find him.

After all, now that we know that all YoRHa androids have the same face, the anticipation is reduced a lot.

Soon, the group arrived at the resistance camp.

"Ahem, I..."

"go in."

Wuming was still waiting for the security guard to look down on him, but he raised his head and tilted his mouth, revealing his last human identity, and slapped him in the face at the speed of light. It turned out that this place was not well defended at all.

"What's up?"

The android guarding the door asked in confusion.

"fine."

Wuming waved his hand and walked into the camp with his head down.

Qiye covered her mouth and chuckled. She had already figured out Wuming's temper. She knew that he read some weird novels all day long. Now that he had become stronger through hard work, he always wanted to find an opportunity to show off.

Frederick the Great walked into the camp leisurely and looked around coldly.

Dilapidated and dull, compared to the villages of robots, the settlements built by these humanoid androids are more like a dilapidated machine.

The arrival of the B-type trio attracted a lot of attention. Their fur colors were different: 8b was silver-white, 64b was scarlet-red, and 22b was gray-white. They looked a bit non-mainstream, and they were also Yoriha-type, which made them even more eye-catching.

A2 had a calm expression, always looking at various positions that were easy to attack. He always held the weapon tightly in his hand and did not dare to relax for a moment.

"Welcome to the camp."

The female leader came over, she looked at the trio, raised her eyebrows silently, and when she saw A2, her face looked a little strange, but when she saw Wuming, a cautious look appeared on her face.

"Who are you? You don't look like familiar faces."

Wuming said, "Yes, at least this is my first time here. Am I not the leader of this camp?"

"My name is Anemone, and I'm the leader of the Ground Resistance. May I ask who you are?"

She was wearing a thick coat and a light green cloak. She had a resolute face and bright eyes. She was a person with firm beliefs.

"My name is Wuming. Uh, if I say I'm a human, would you believe it?"

Wuming didn't beat around the bush and said it directly.

Annemoni said nothing, but just waved at him.

"Let's talk in the room."

She paused again, then turned and shouted towards the camp.

"Diwala, and Popola, come to my place!"

After saying that, two red-haired androids were seen slowly walking towards them.

Wuming shrugged and walked into the house very decisively. The rest of the group followed him in. After the last red-haired android came in, Annemoni quickly closed the door.

"What do you want with us? Have you finally decided to kill us?"

One of the red-haired androids said angrily, her hair was messy and spread out, and it looked like she had never taken care of it.

"No, if I die, it would be a relief. Maybe I should thank you."

she muttered.

The female leader frowned and whispered, "I didn't ask you to come here for such a boring thing. If you want to die, find a high place and jump down. Don't expect others to help you get rid of it."

The other red-haired android had clear eyes and her long hair was combed neatly. She looked around and naturally focused her gaze on Wuming.

"This……"