Come and connect with me!

Marco Polo glanced at Cleveland and pretended to be puzzled.

"You told on me?"

Cleveland smiled and gave her the middle finger.

"Okay, okay, I was just joking."

Marco Polo ignored Cleveland's obscene gesture and turned to look at Baltimore.

"Of course, I gave an impromptu speech this afternoon just to save time. We also deliberately arranged a lot of things. Didn't it work?"

"Although there is no overt surveillance, there are high-precision sensor processors installed under each floor here. The moment you set foot on this island, the weight is recorded and filed."

Baltimore said softly.

"I can tell where you went by looking at the footprints on the map. There's really no need to play hide-and-seek with your so-called arrangement."

"Should I say it's worthy of being called White Eagle?"

Marco Polo pretended to be amazed.

"I don't like beating around the bush when talking to people, so I just say it directly."

Baltimore took a sip of his wine and glanced at Marco Polo.

"Not everyone has confidence in this operation. Your commander had better be able to bear the consequences of all events."

Marco Polo groaned speechlessly.

"Really, it seems like I haven't gathered enough intelligence yet."

"Who says it's not true? However, intelligence is not static. If we can break into the Siren Fortress, the follow-up fleet will quickly follow."

Baltimore said softly.

"It seems that I came here at the right time."

Marco Polo smiled softly, his eyes lit up, and then turned and left without hesitation.

"I won't disturb you two from enjoying the party. See you next time."

Originally, she just came here to have a chat as usual, but it allowed her to update her intelligence system. Marco Polo's expression also showed a little excitement. The causes and consequences of the joint operation were finally cleared up and the truth was revealed before her eyes.

It is obvious that this joint operation is not a desperate battle, but a tentative attack. No matter how it is concealed on the surface, it is essentially a performance to boost the confidence of each camp.

White Eagle needs to let its people know that the White Eagle Federation still has enough power to protect anyone under its command, and to divert the negative emotions within the camp regarding the out-of-control Star Sea Laboratory.

The other camps are also happy to participate in this major action to boost the reputation of their respective camps, but the corresponding combat investment will depend on the investment of the White Eagle. If the White Eagle throws out a bunch of trump cards, then some deeply hidden dangerous props will also surface. On the contrary, if the White Eagle just takes out some small soldiers for show, then everyone will be happy to act out a drama of the Siren's defeat together.

As for the investment, it is not a problem at all. After all, fighting against the Sirens is their biggest goal and the long-cherished wish of all mankind. How can there be any so-called loss?

"No wonder you guys are laughing so happily..."

Recalling all the previous details, Marco Polo was thoughtful. Many details that now seemed only slightly suspicious were magnified one by one, gradually piecing together a complete blueprint.

If we can win this joint operation, the port area will definitely need to make some efforts. You should be able to witness the functions of these ship equipment plug-ins with your own eyes, just as an inspection. If you lose, if you dare to touch the Siren's equipment, its value will not be that bad.

Marco Polo bared his teeth and looked silently towards the center of the gathering. It seemed that Wuming had already got a result.

In Cleveland, she looked at Baltimore, who was drinking in silence after talking to Marco Polo, and asked.

"Why are you telling us this?"

Baltimore let out a long breath and looked at the lively dinner with a gloomy gaze.

"I hate this kind of thing, and I don't like that Marco Polo very much."

After a pause, she said.

"But your commander is a good guy. He is much better than the weird guy like Prince Eugen. It's that simple."

Chapter 876 Joint Exercise

“Ahhhhhhh…let go, let go!”

Baltimore slapped Cleveland's hands hard, and the latter, with a frown on his face, strangled her neck even harder with his arms.

"You said it was just a formality, right? I thought you were an excellent warrior, but you're still a buffalo!"

"This is a misunderstanding, what a misunderstanding!"

Baltimore struggled hard but was unable to wrestle with Cleveland and could only beg for mercy with a bitter face.

"I just think he's okay, nothing else. Why are you worried? Let go, I can't breathe!"

"Damn it, he just likes your type, and you think he's okay, so you want to go both ways, right?"

While Cleveland was strangling her neck, he also used his free hand to pinch her thigh, and the more he pinched, the angrier he became.

"What do you mean I'm his type... Did you say something that made people concerned?"

Baltimore stopped struggling after hearing that and looked at her with a gossipy expression.

"You're going to have to rack your brains to figure this out!"

Cleveland let go of his hand angrily and drank the wine in big gulps. Baltimore patted his neck, tidied his messy clothes a little, then came up to Cleveland and asked curiously.

"What is the relationship between Wuming and you?"

"Well...it's a long story..."

Cleveland whispered these nonsense, and in the center of the party, the barrier quietly dispersed, and an unknown voice came from it.

"That's it, but I have to state in advance that I'm only offering opinions."

"Haha, you are so modest."

Prince Eugen was holding a glass of amber wine, and the wine was unconsciously swaying in his hand. Wuming took a glance at her movements and knew that this iron-blooded Prince Eugen was thinking about the pros and cons - just like the one at home.

Her eyes seemed to be looking at Wuming, but in fact her brows were slightly frowned, and she might not be thinking about him.

"Mr. Wuming, you really know a lot. According to what you said, quantifying the firepower level and making the intensity of the battlefield visual is indeed a convenient means of comparison, but how do you judge the specific combat power of the enemy and us?"

The flagship of the Sardinian Empire, Vittorio Veneto, was a person who preferred to remain silent rather than express her opinions. Her eyes and hair color were both a relatively rare gray, and she did not look as dazzling as those ships with more conspicuous hair colors. However, as a flagship, she had to maintain a sufficient presence at all times. Therefore, even when participating in such an informal banquet, she changed into a bright red military uniform, and the half cloak on her shoulders fluttered with her movements.

Wuming just smiled at this. He looked above her head, where the combat power evaluation of the Sardinian Empire's flagship was slowly emerging.

Lv 78 Red Axis Sardinian Empire Battleship Vittorio Veneto

I can see your level, how can I not be able to do a good job of comparing your combat power?

“It appears, with that look of ‘I’ve seen through everything’ again.”

Aurora was holding a bottle of wine and looked shaky, but Wuming knew what a truly drunk Northern Alliance ship girl looked like, so this clever ship girl in front of him could not fool him.

"I can even imagine that Lord Wuming was looking at us and thinking about what the history book said...hiccups, how cunning!"

As she said this, Aurora burped a little, and looked unsteady as she hugged the short-haired maid tightly, who looked disgusted.

"I, I need some sobering wine... Sheffield..."

"Please respect yourself, Lady Aurora."

Sheffield's eyes twitched, and he tried desperately to push away the drunk woman, but his weak arms and legs were no match for Aurora's incredible strength that allowed her to knock down a bear with one hand, so he could only remind her in a low voice.

"Besides, you need to let go of your hand first so that I can prepare the sobering tea for you."

Wuming also felt a little helpless towards Aurora, who always asked questions under the excuse of being drunk.

Even pretending to be drunk should be professional. How could someone who is drunk not lean on the nearest person but instead stare at the most caring maid and refuse to let go?

"Well, unfortunately, this so-called vision of mine comes from my familiarity with the Rubik's Cube ships, which allows me to judge strength more easily. On the other hand, it comes from the core technology of my port area, which makes it easier for me to check for omissions and make up for deficiencies. Adding the two together, I can see the combat power more accurately."

However, the question still needed to be answered, so Wuming immediately gave the answer.

"Really? I have some questions about what you said that I would like to understand."

Jean Bart at this moment was different from when she was in the church. Her eyes were bright, her voice was loud and powerful, and the questions she raised seemed upright.

Richelieu, her sister who was separated from her by a generation, looked at Jean Bart with a look of mixed relief and pity, but she tried her best to remain silent so as not to interfere with her thoughts.

"Excuse me."

"very good."

Jean Bart was very satisfied with Wuming's attitude, she said loudly.

"Although you said that you only gave us suggestions, we will not ignore your opinions. Even if we call it a different name, in reality, the general framework of the combined fleet and even the combat strategy will refer to your opinions. The difference between this and the flagship is not as big as you think. After all, even the flagship needs to refer to other people's opinions."

"But I am just offering advice. It is up to you to implement it or not. I cannot force you."

Wuming shrugged and said.

The meeting was very short this time, and some of Marco Polo's actions caused Wuming's plan to change. He could only try his best to make his script go smoothly within the controllable range.

"Even a flagship cannot force others to obey, Lord Noname."

Jean Bart said this in a deep voice, and then continued.

"The only way to test the truth is to practice. I plan to have Lord Bunker Hill randomly select an even number of ships from our several camps, and you will choose the strong and weak ones. Then we will conduct an exercise outside to verify your statement."

Wuming nodded slowly.

"That's one way, but who can guarantee that the person chosen will give his best?"

After a pause, Wuming said.

"I can be responsible for the treatment during the battle and the post-battle care, but who can guarantee whether I can contribute or not?"

Having said this, Wuming looked outside, and soon, he found the trace of Tianying. The silver-haired young lady was eating pastries in small bites and chatting happily with the equally elegant silver-haired ship opposite.

"Can you take charge of the treatment? That's really thoughtful."

Canglong pushed up his glasses and spoke out.

"I can put forward one person who will never waterproof to participate in the exercise."

"Hic, dull and inflexible people are everywhere in the Northern League..."

Aurora, who seemed drunk, muttered softly.

Prince Eugen also smiled and said.

"I also have people I can nominate, but unfortunately, this way it can't be considered random."

Bunker Hill blinked and spoke softly.

"Then let's take this opportunity to roughly determine the strength of our comrades."

As she finished her words, the lively atmosphere of the party changed subtly, and Wuming sighed.

"It's still like this."

Chapter 877: Impossible Possibility

"Before we officially participate in the battle, we will conduct a real combat exercise."

"Have you heard that the major factions have finally decided to list the rankings? The White Eagle must be number one!"

"It's over. I heard that the loser has to go home!"

......

After the banquet ended, Wuming could hear discussions along the way and rumors that became increasingly outrageous.

"Ugh."

He sighed deeply and pressed his brows silently, hoping to relieve the frustration caused by the out-of-control situation.

"Don't sigh, Commander. You've been sulking ever since that time. Think of the bright side. No one will guess our true identities from the way we look."

Marco Polo waved his scepter in front of Wuming's eyes, causing the latter to focus his attention on her.

"Oh, really? Doesn't someone feel that this is his fault at all?"

Wuming glanced at Marco Polo. The bad blue-haired woman looked particularly hazy in the artificial light at night. She tilted her head, and her body bulged out the lapels of her evening dress, like a slender grape vine full of fruits, making even her sly smile sound sweet.

"Uh-huh, I don't think so."

Marco Polo put his hands behind his back and walked backwards to the front of everyone, walking neither fast nor slow.

"For us, this kind of local failure or success is actually irrelevant. My plan was successfully implemented, and I just got the flagship position of this joint fleet. But what's the big deal? Each camp just sent a small fleet over, at most forty or fifty magic cube ships. It sounds good, maybe a round of salvos can be used to cosplay the Demon Slayer Order or something, but these fleets do not belong to us. They are just temporary and stay under our command as guests for a short period of time. It's just a limited-time experience fleet card."

"Very vivid, then what?"