Come and connect with me!

Wuming spread out his hands and looked around subconsciously, only to find that the ships of various camps around him were all chatting about their own things and paying no attention to the content of their communication. This was extremely unreasonable.

Marco Polo waved the scepter in his hand, and the face on the top of the scepter had its eyes closed, seeing nothing and hearing nothing, as if it was a replica of the surrounding situation.

"But, in our larger plan, they must obey us. It has nothing to do with whether they are willing or not. In the face of the tide of the times, individuals are always insignificant. Even in the eyes of ordinary people, those unattainable Rubik's Cube ships are just slightly larger grains of sand in the waves."

"Yes, yes, but I feel that your words always carry a hint of malice. I really want to make everyone in this world live a better life, but I don't have as many bad intentions as you do."

Wuming watched Marco Polo walking backwards steadily, and he always had the urge to see this smug guy fall down. However, his gaze was obviously misunderstood by others. Dafeng could not help but hook his neck and let Wuming's head land softly.

"Don't look at that poor little girl, Commander. If you like, you can see everything about Da Feng. If you want, you can touch her anytime."

“Mmmmm…”

Dafeng's cheeks flushed slightly, and then she stuck out her tongue at Marco Polo. The latter snorted in dissatisfaction, and stood there for a moment, looking coldly at Wuming's ugly appearance as he had struggled hard to break free.

"Commander, how about we wait until you calm down before we continue chatting?"

"You mean, let's talk about it tomorrow?"

Wuming hugged Dafeng into his arms and comforted her before looking at Marco Polo again.

"No need. If we delay until tomorrow, the exercise will take up too much of your attention, Commander."

Marco Polo raised her eyebrows, too lazy to respond to Wuming's dirty joke. Her smile faded little by little, and her expression became serious.

"Commander, I originally wanted to find a more solemn occasion to raise this issue, but I could never find the opportunity. So I decided to take this opportunity to ask you here."

"Please say."

Wuming thought for a moment and patted Dafeng's shoulder gently. The latter glared at Marco Polo, then kissed Wuming on the face before leaving his arms.

"Commander, what exactly do you want this world to become?"

"Marco Polo asked in a deep voice.

"I have also asked Frederick the Great and Enterprise privately. No, I should say that during the time I came to the port, I have basically talked to everyone, hoping to know your thoughts, Commander. But in the end, I still couldn't find your goal. This is a very embarrassing thing, at least for someone as pretentious as me."

She smiled self-deprecatingly and her eyes met with those of everyone in the port. The ship girls who were seen looked at each other, all looking a little surprised. They thought they were the only ones being interviewed.

"Is this hard to understand? I think I'm a relatively easy-to-understand person."

Wuming also felt strange. He thought he was not a complicated person and he basically dealt with problems in a rational way. He was an ordinary person with self-awareness.

"Perhaps that is the case."

Marco Polo shook his head slightly and then asked.

"If this goes well, we should be able to indirectly control this world. Commander, what do you plan to do?"

"Gradually upgrade their equipment and mediate the conflicts between the major factions. The ultimate goal should be to make everyone happy - at least a little better than it is now."

Wuming scratched his face a little embarrassedly.

"I feel a little embarrassed. I feel like a passerby-looking male protagonist in a third-rate harem drama."

"What if it goes more smoothly? I mean, our port area, the commander's golden finger, is more powerful than you think, and can even overwhelm the Sirens in the end. I mean, what would you want to do if you could make the Sirens, who span countless worlds and have almost mythical technology, submit to your will?"

Marco Polo continued to ask.

"Uh, this is too far away. It feels like the finale of a 10 million word trashy novel..."

Wuming had never thought about such a distant future, but seeing Marco Polo's serious expression, he couldn't help but think along her lines, and finally spoke slowly.

"Probably, correct their ideas, give these worlds that have become testing grounds freedom, and let each world blossom and bear fruit on its own. That's my idea."

Marco Polo grinned, as if he wanted to laugh out loud, but he held it back.

"Very good, very good, hehe, Commander, I think I like you even more."

She spoke softly, her scarlet eyes glowing faintly in the twilight, like a hungry wolf spotting its prey.

"Look, now I understand, don't I? And according to your own ideas, let the trajectory of the world run according to your will. Haha, it seems that you have never considered that this cannot be done..."

"No, you're wrong. It's not like I haven't considered the possibility that I can't do it."

Wuming interrupted.

"I just haven't considered the possibility that we might not be able to do it!"

Chapter 878: Shan Zong is the one who does it

In the following time, Marco Polo seemed to become much more excited, sneering at the corner from time to time, which made Wuming feel a headache. In the end, he could only conclude that this pineapple's brain was squeezed by the door.

However, his idea does not seem to be recognized by Cleveland.

"Commander, Marco just thinks you are on the same side as her, so she is very happy."

In the living room, Cleveland had just finished showering, her blonde hair was scattered on her shoulders, the wet hair gave off a pleasant smell, she was wearing a loose shirt that was a little too big for her, her collarbone was wet under her neck, she was wearing boyish shorts, her strong thighs were exposed from the bottom of her shirt, she was sitting carelessly on the carpet, holding the controller and pushing it hard, the controller made a rapid tearing sound, in contrast, on the screen, there was a sword-wielding warrior dodging and a burly opponent who was several times taller and stronger than the warrior.

"When did I go with her?"

Wuming leaned on the sofa, with headphones in one ear and the other in Cleveland's ear. The two people who finished their shower first stayed in the living room playing games together.

"It is arrogant to think that one's actions are correct. The decent idea is to be honest with everyone in this world, tell everyone our origins and the purpose of the Siren, and then discuss the results together... Don't be bothered, but this is a true good person who treats everyone equally, instead of treating himself like a god and planning the fate of others."

Hearing Cleveland say this, Wuming paused, and then he heard Cleveland's urging voice.

"Don't stop, Commander, he's about to enter the second stage!"

"I just paused for a second... Well, you're right, but, well, I found that I seem to have that tendency to think that I can see further than them. After all, if I really want to be honest, I always feel that I can't answer many of their questions, and I will probably be turned upside down in the end, for example, for example, I am an asshole who relies on cheats to dictate other people's future. But, well, I still think my decision is correct."

Wuming spoke intermittently as he controlled the archer on the screen to attack the boss from behind the warrior, throwing out various props from time to time to reduce the monster's defense and slow down its speed.

"Then be more confident, Commander, and do whatever you want. After all, you are the commander, and everyone in the port area will move in the direction you want."

Cleveland said this seemingly unintentionally, as if nothing had happened, and began to urge Wuming again.

"Commander, interrupt his skills!"

"Thank you."

Wuming lowered his voice and said this briskly, then grinned and answered loudly.

"Roger that!"

As the moonlight in the sky gradually dimmed, the lights in the port area were completely extinguished. In the dark room, only faint sounds were hidden in the night.

The next morning.

"Did you hear anything last night?"

"No, I have a drill today, so I went to bed early. Why are you asking?"

"No, it's nothing."

After breakfast, a while passed before the agreed time finally arrived. Everyone gathered at the port, gazing at the sea from afar, and occasionally whispers could be heard in the crowd.

At this moment, on the sea, about ten kilometers away from the artificial island, on a more remote route, several areas have been divided. A large area outside these areas has been set up as a military restricted area. The message was sent back to the various camps last night, requiring all civilian cargo ships to suspend transportation missions on this route. In this world, the sea does not belong to humans, so all the safe routes that have been opened up are extremely precious, but only in these repeatedly measured areas can they be regarded as undisturbed maritime safety zones.

"For now, we have sorted out these. Sir Wuming, you can pick six ships from these twelve to form your fleet, and the rest will be your enemies. The exercise area is a thirty-kilometer area with connected beacon dotted lines on the edge. Because this is a head-on confrontation for the purpose of testing strength, using a strategy to get the opponent to leave this area will not be considered a victory for you. In fact, all you can do is to form a fleet and defeat the opponent head-on."

Bunker Hill stood on the sea, her two straight and slender thighs stepping on the water as if they were stepping on the ground. The White Eagle's ship equipment technology was enough to allow her to be in the sea without seeing a trace of water vapor. The nano-textile cloth that looked like black stockings wrapped around her thighs, outlining the even texture of her skin. Under the cloak-like coat were densely packed functional plug-ins that could help her control more than two flight formations at the same time, which also won her a very good system rating.

Lv 71

"I know that, in fact, with the advancement of technology, the opportunities for so-called strategies to come in handy are getting fewer and fewer. War and competition are still about the accumulation of technology rather than the strategies of so-called famous generals."

Wuming said softly. At this moment, he was standing on an offshore platform, level with the sea surface. This was also one of the venues provided by White Eagle.

"I personally agree with this view, but don't tell everyone else that. I've heard that some people think that arranging the army into different shapes or following the instructions of prophecy or divination can gain benefits and even enable the weak to defeat the strong."

Bunker Hill seemed to smile, but her face was well hidden under her high collar, and Wuming couldn't see it clearly. He could only hear the contempt in her words.

"Formation is a way to increase strength, and it has been proven to be reliable. Mr. Bunker Hill does not need to beat around the bush."

Canglong also set foot on the sea, but unlike Bunker Hill, the bottoms of her ship boots were thicker and looked like wooden structures, engraved with talismans of varying sizes. These tiny secret characters emitted a dim light among the waves, isolating her from the erosion of sea water. Perhaps because she was in combat, Canglong had forty-eight glowing cards around her body, depicting natural scenery and birds and beasts, which occasionally turned into illusory paper-cut airplanes that flashed by.

"Well said, well said, but I'm a little curious, does Mr. Wuming understand the formation?"

Prince Eugen sat sideways on a mechanical shark, her bare feet immersed in the sea water. Even in an actual combat exercise, she looked nonchalant. Her snow-white thighs looked even more shiny against the backdrop of the sea water, and drops of water slid down her bare feet.

"I don't know much about it."

Wuming said honestly.

Just go for it alone, he didn't remember there was a second formation besides this.

Chapter 879: No Problem Teaming

"Really? I saw that there are also ships from the Sakura Empire in Mr. Wuming's fleet. It seems that even in a port with multiple factions, some members are not that important."

Bunker Hill said lightly, which surprised Wuming a little. He looked at Prince Eugen. This cunning and iron-blooded beauty was holding her chin and watching this good show. She noticed Wuming's gaze, moved her lips slightly, and made lip movements.

[They had a little conflict last night, so they are a little bit at odds today]

【last night?】

[Bunker Hill's alcohol tolerance is not very good, and he was drunk by Atago from Sakura Empire]

The two men exchanged a few words in silence, then turned their faces away tacitly so as not to be noticed by Bunker Hill.

"Well, Mr. Bunker Hill, shouldn't we get started? We have wasted enough time."

Veneto reminded in a low voice that the person standing side by side with her was the green-haired Littorio, with long emerald hair, dark green cloak, and brown eyes, which easily gave people a gloomy feeling. However, this tall woman was confident and generous, and her seaweed-like hair color could not hide her sunny temperament. When she stood next to Veneto, she was more conspicuous than the flagship.

"Um...I'm sorry, Lord Canglong, I lost my composure a little."

Bunker Hill took a deep breath, his expression somewhat unnatural.

"Let's get down to business first, Mr. Bunker Hill."

There was a deliberate tone in Canglong's voice, and it was obvious that he didn't intend to forgive her just like that.

"......I know. Well, anyway, Mr. Wuming, please start choosing. The candidates you choose are basically the cube ships with similar capabilities that we have confirmed. I guess this is a bit of a problem for you."

Of course, there is no such thing as seeing through levels at a glance in this world, which is an extremely convenient way to determine strength, but if the numerical difference is obvious, it is also easy to see the difference in strength. And of course, each camp also has corresponding tests. The level of ship equipment, the degree of use of ship equipment by the Rubik's Cube ships, and the combat skills themselves will all be included as a reference. Using this method as a measurement method, it is natural that each camp is extremely clear about all aspects of the performance of its ships, and there will never be any embarrassing incidents of the weak occupying a high position.

Wuming nodded in understanding, and the twelve ships that had been waiting for a long time came slowly towards them in various postures, stepping on the waves.

After his eyes briefly paused on each ship, he turned around and asked.

"Can you show me their equipment configuration? Well, it's the ship equipment plug-in."

Although in the original world, Wuming was just a useless commander, but here, he can also call himself an Azure master!

Bunker Hill and the others looked at each other and nodded.

"Of course, but you cannot provide additional equipment. Even a fool knows that better equipment can significantly improve combat effectiveness. If you want to replace equipment, you can only use equipment of the same level."

"It's really watertight... I didn't think about it that way, but as a commander, I can't be completely ignorant of the ships under my command."

Wuming shrugged and said helplessly.

"I agree. This is reasonable. However, it seems to be inconsistent with your theory of judging the strength and weakness at a glance."

Prince Eugen smiled and criticized.

"The problem is that the strength of the ships you chose is indeed similar. You forced me to find some other way to widen the gap."

Wuming also had a bitter look on his face. The row of ships in front of him were all in their early sixties. The best one was only level sixty-three, and the weakest one was also level sixty-one. What was worse was that the level difference between the front and back rows was also very close. Victory could not be determined by using all level sixty-three ships. It could be said that the various tests in this world were still very thorough.

Veneto opened his mouth slightly, and looked at Wuming with more conviction in his eyes. The current candidates for the ships were indeed the result of a formula they had spent a lot of time calculating. Unexpectedly, Wuming could see that something was wrong at a glance. It seemed that this confidence was not groundless.

"Then please, we have used nearly obsolete ship equipment for the exercise, and their performance is generally similar. If you can improve the performance of the ship by modifying the equipment, it will of course be a reflection of your talent."

Bunker Hill exchanged glances with several flagships or camp representatives, and they all had their own ideas. Now it has been proved that Wuming does have the ability to judge people, and the next step is to make good use of it. If there is no problem with both of them, then the flagship of the Combined Fleet - no, it should be the so-called opinion-maker, or the role closer to the military strategist in the old historical novels, this position will naturally belong to him, as long as he has this ability.

"That's good."

The cube ships on the water heard the orders from the bosses of each camp and approached readily, showing off their equipment without hesitation. Then they saw Wuming's brows frowned almost instantly.

"You, why did you prepare shield plug-ins and mobility-specific plug-ins?"

"A warrior needs to be agile and have armor that can protect his friends. To kill an opponent, all he needs is a blade in his hand!"

Wuming was silent for a while, then looked at the sister of the person who said this, who was also puzzled by Wuming's reaction.

"Mr. Wuming, is there something wrong?"

"......nothing."

He saw that Atago also had such a combination, two heavy cruisers, which could bear surface torpedoes and heavier and stronger shield equipment, but each of them chose close combat with swords. The semi-autonomous naval guns made up for the lack of medium-range firepower. Apart from that, it was very simple and had nothing else, not just because of the exercises, but also in normal fights.

"Don't you think there's something wrong?"