Come and connect with me!

"The royal javelin? No."

She turned her head and looked at Wuming, who was just taking out a pair of strange sunglasses with a white horizontal line in the middle of the lenses, which looked inexplicably pixelated.

"It's the javelin I brought. Well, she might be a little bit better than the javelin of this era."

Wuming pushed his pixel sunglasses, and the projection on them was immediately projected directly into his eyeballs, allowing him to connect with the vision of Taifeng and Tianying's reconnaissance planes. As for the appearance, it was Akashi's private goods.

"A little bit? Then I also hope that I can be a little bit better than I am now."

Jean Bart, who also saw the javelin performance, was dissatisfied with Wuming's excessive modesty and said something in a teasing tone.

"Barr."

"Please stop talking, Your Excellency, we are not that familiar with each other."

Hearing his sister's whisper of warning, Jean Bart responded stiffly.

"Bar..."

"Well, everyone, now is the period of unity, please put aside the previous disputes for the time being."

Bunker Hill had no choice but to persuade them. She glanced at Jean Bart, the former knight commander, who was obviously still brooding over the past. He seemed very resentful every time he met his sisters. She didn't expect that even the current situation could not change Jean Bart's attitude.

"Do you need some advice from me, your military advisor?"

Wuming looked at Bunker Hill, who also looked at him tacitly, knowing that it was time for him to step forward.

"Please say."

Richelieu nodded slightly to him, wanting to see what the human commander had to say.

"There are many problems now. Although our fleet is more than capable of handling this level of combat, the communications on various channels have been delayed. This means that the environment in the sea is not favorable to us. If the battle continues for a long time, it will be difficult to maintain this watertight defense. Therefore, we need to change this situation."

He pointed at his glasses, signaling everyone present to check the communication channels of each camp. After a moment, everyone who had finished the check looked serious.

"There is indeed a delay, and this delay has nothing to do with distance. I tried to communicate with Baltimore who was dozens of meters away, but the delay was the same as Shangri-La who was one kilometer away, both more than two seconds. This is not right, and it has nothing to do with the strength of the signal."

Bunker Hill looked at Wuming with some surprise, struck by his sharpness.

"So you have a solution?"

Prince Eugen looked at the communicator in his hand and raised his eyebrows at Wuming.

"There's no solution."

Wuming paused, walked to the window of the cabin, and pointed to an area in the distance where the fog was particularly thick.

"Do you see that place? There is a place with very thick fog, like a naturally generated thick fog area. However, if an airplane approaches, there will be extremely violent and uncontrollable phenomena. This is because there is a communication shielding device over there. It will cut off the communication of hostile units within the range little by little according to the division of the area. If you want to solve the current situation, it is very simple. Just destroy the device there. Otherwise, this battle cannot be won."

Hearing his firm tone, their expressions also became serious.

"How did you know that? Our battle has only been going on for less than two minutes."

Veneto asked with some confusion.

"I can't say I saw it, it's just my experience. Even with a technology like the Mirror Sea, it's impossible to create all kinds of unnatural phenomena out of thin air. When I noticed something strange on the communication channel, I started looking for similar clues. If you deal with Sirens often, you will be able to see it."

Wuming said without changing his expression.

After all, the map was designed by him, and the purpose was not to destroy the joint fleet, so many tough tasks were not done. In addition, he had been prepared, so he could naturally see the twists and turns here at a glance.

"Perhaps you are right, but I'm afraid we won't have the opportunity to deal with the Sirens in the short term."

Prince Eugen looked at Wuming and said.

"So, you have more than one suggestion, right?"

"Of course, if we find a problem, we will solve it. Well, the fog has a great impact on aircraft, but in order to maintain such an advantage, other aspects cannot be so strict. Judging from the current battle situation, we should be able to withdraw several battleships and several frigates. Send some aircraft from the aircraft carrier to guard the surrounding area and serve as early warning devices to display the range. The rest of the people will remove the interference source over there."

Wuming had something in mind, so he spoke fluently immediately.

"We are currently in an advantageous position in the external battle, but if we rashly withdraw troops, the formation may become chaotic. My suggestion is to let everyone move a little. If we can successfully remove the source of interference, it will also boost morale."

After Wuming's words came out, several people pondered for a moment and nodded without hesitation.

"Wait, you don't want me to go with this guy?"

Jean Bart nodded first, then suddenly reacted, his expression changed, and he glared at Wuming with displeasure.

"Yes, if your personal grudge is greater than the strategic deployment of the entire joint fleet, I can find a relatively idle ship to replace Bishop Richelieu."

Wuming has experienced the plot of sisters becoming alienated too many times and has already come up with a solution for it.

"She and I...Tsk, tell me who will take her place first."

Jean Bart bared his teeth, wanting to argue, but he held back and just asked with some dissatisfaction.

"Dafeng, she is now..."

Wuming was about to continue speaking when he heard Jean Bart's impatient voice interrupting him.

"Da Feng? The Da Feng in your family? I would rather fight those seafood monsters with her than with that Da Feng!"

Wuming looked embarrassed when he heard this, and the people around him also seemed a little unnatural when they heard Dafeng's name.

The Taiho was originally a ship of poor reputation, but after arriving at this artificial island, the Rubik's Cube ships realized what a jealous person is. Once they got a little closer to Wuming, this black-haired ship girl from Sakura Empire would come over with a face darker than her hair. She would either open her hands provocatively and stuff Wuming's body into the biological armor, or just watch quietly from the side. For a time, Sakura Empire's impression of the island changed from an island full of weird beast-eared girls to an island full of yandere beast-eared girls, which gave Soryu a headache.

"So, what's your opinion?"

Wuming blinked and asked.

"Well......."

Jean Bart clenched his fists and said reluctantly.

"I'd better go with the Archbishop!"

Chapter 891 Richelieu and Jean Bart

"Why didn't you want to go with Bishop Richelieu before? Were you worried that you wouldn't perform as well as Bishop Richelieu?"

"No way, I didn't expect the Vichy Church's flagship to have so little confidence in itself!"

"Okay, okay, let's make a bet. If you win, I'll apologize to you!"

Speeding across the bloody sea, Wuming's words seemed to still echo in his ears. When Jean Bart lost interest, Wuming simply used provocation to make the Vichy flagship, which was already a bit reckless, agree without saying a word. Then, he grabbed Richelieu's wrist aggressively and jumped into the sea. Now, as they were getting further and further away from the command ship, her fevered brain gradually became clear after a gust of sea breeze. Her left hand was still tightly grasping Richelieu's wrist, and she seemed to be in a dilemma for a moment.

"Ah, this is a familiar scene. Could it be that every camp has a pair of sisters with a rift in their hearts?"

Prince Eugen walked slowly behind the Jean Bart sisters. Although his tone was frivolous, his eyes were calm. He always paid attention to the situation ahead to prevent the two main force members who rushed to the front from being attacked by the enemy.

"Please don't discuss other people's family situations where they can hear."

Sheffield said in his normal contemptuous voice.

"Even if the combined fleet is fighting the Sirens now, it would be embarrassing if the news of the battle was delayed because of such a private matter. Please don't say it out loud, Prince Eugen."

"Hehe, thank you for the reminder, Miss Maid."

Prince Eugen chuckled. She could clearly feel that Jean Bart and Richelieu both stiffened their bodies. They finally slowed down. It was obvious that the sharp-tongued maid's complaints were very useful. Then, she looked at the green figure standing in front of her.

"Also, Ms. Anshan, you seem to be quiet all the time. It's rare that we work together, so don't be so dull all the time."

Unlike Prince Eugen who seemed to be at ease, this rare Donghuang ship was a little nervous. She wanted to catch up and protect the two rear-row ships that were obviously overtaken, but due to her lack of familiarity, she had to lag behind them half a body length and be ready to provide support at any time.

"Sorry, since I'm here to provide assistance, I should take on my due responsibilities. I can't let the main force get hurt..."

Anshan stared at the backs of the Jean Bart sisters with a stern face, not daring to slack off at all.

"Well, you haven't changed at all, but I like people who work hard."

Prince Eugen smiled and said no more.

This operation needs to be fast and precise enough, and it would be best if the interference source could be destroyed in one wave before the Sirens could react. Therefore, in addition to the Richelieu sisters, Bunker Hill and Canglong on the command ship also secretly dispatched planes to fly ahead. Except for leaving Vene and Aurora as backup, most of the forces were mobilized.

Anshan of Donghuang volunteered to help as Donghuang's support. In addition, Prince Eugen and Sheffield served as reliable front-line guards, jointly responsible for protecting the awkward sisters.

"...Forget it, I can't make everyone accommodate me..."

Jean Bart pursed her lips and silently slowed down her pace. Richelieu, whose wrist she was pulling, naturally obediently slowed down as well. The two of them gradually fell behind the front row of guards, and finally the team returned to normal.

"Bar..."

Richelieu seemed a little overwhelmed by her sister's attitude. She looked at her wrist and discovered with a little sadness that this was the most intimate contact between the sisters since that incident.

"Don't look at me like that. I am not a follower of those agents who regard you as their Lord. I have not gone astray. My choice is the right one. You are so weak that it's laughable!"

Jean Bart uttered a harsh word and angrily let go of his hand. Richelieu opened his mouth but finally lowered his eyes sadly.

"You two, the distance is almost there."

Sheffield ignored the dispute between the two and just spoke in a calm tone.

"I have no intention of expressing my own opinion, but I would like to ask you to consider the many colleagues in the Combined Fleet."

While Sheffield was speaking, the plane that had always been faster than them began to become less easy to command. The fuselage, which was supposed to be agile and free, began to tremble slightly, and its flying trajectory in the air became shaky, as if it had changed from a young man with abundant physical energy to an old and exhausted old age in one breath. The closer it got to the inconspicuous sea fog, the more obvious it became.

This is a warning.

"Be alert!"

Prince Eugen said loudly.

"We may encounter an enemy that is on the defensive."

Before she finished her words, a gap appeared in the sea fog, revealing dozens of mass-produced warships inside. Apart from them, an expressionless Purifier was looking at them coldly.

"You are asking for your own death!"

Prince Eugen blinked in surprise. He was quite interested in this talking humanoid siren. If it was Bismarck who came, he would not be surprised.

"Hey, seafood monster, what's your name?"

"Die, bug!"

"No, I'm just asking you..."

"The power of death will completely destroy you!"

Prince Eugen pressed his forehead helplessly and said to Sheffield beside him.

"It looks like a mass-produced Siren with preset lines, not a real advanced humanoid. Let's not waste our time."

Sheffield nodded, raised the cannon in his hand, aimed at the Purifier, and pulled the trigger.

The next moment, an inconspicuous warhead made a clear buzzing sound and hit the Purifier straight. The highly penetrating warhead carved a long conical outline in the air and finally hovered in front of the Purifier's shield. This azure full-coverage shield was briefly exposed in the air for a moment, and then quietly disappeared, making Sheffield's face visibly serious.

"The shield is a feature of advanced humanoids. I hope the two of them can penetrate Siren's shield as quickly as possible, otherwise we won't be able to hurt her at all."

Prince Eugen nodded, and a honeycomb-shaped shield slowly emerged on his side.

"Then I'll go first!"

After she finished speaking, she charged towards the Purifier with a grin on her face. Her rational appearance could not conceal the desire for battle in her bones.

Anshan also mounted his naval guns and followed calmly, intending to clean up these mass-produced ships.

The battle in the front row began, and the two in the back were already ready. Jean Bart waved the flag, and large pieces of flames flew out, hitting the center of the mass-produced ship accurately. The high temperature and energy bombs mixed with golden luster made the mass-produced ship melt quickly. The Purifier raised his hand expressionlessly, and another seven or eight mass-produced ships rose from the water to supplement the formation.

"I will help them clean up the mass-produced ships first. You can suppress the Siren itself. Is that okay?"

Jean Bart said reluctantly.

"Of course, I won't let you down."

Richelieu smiled slightly, and the heavy book that she always kept with her flew up into the air, landed in front of her, and unfolded automatically. A circle of light golden halo spread out, covering Jean Bart and even the ships in front. Within the halo, the firing rate of the ship's guns increased significantly, while the enemy's light bullets and light beams slowed down slightly. The addition and subtraction made the battle situation clearer.

Moreover, as a ship of the same type, Jean Bart has gained more benefits. Her artillery fire is more accurate and more powerful. Holy songs can be faintly heard echoing in the void. Jean Bart is protected by an illusory wing shield on her side.

"Tch, mind your own business."

Jean Bart snorted, but did not forcefully refuse. More artillery fire emerged, temporarily suppressing the entire mass-production fleet.

Richelieu smiled, and the gorgeous ship equipment at his side was fully unfolded. The dense three-color flames firmly blocked the mass-produced ship and the Purifier. The Purifier's cold face completely disappeared in the colorful flames.

"Haha, it's worthy of the flagship to take action. It really makes me feel relieved."

Prince Eugen praised with a chuckle.

After all, it is the flagship of the faction, and the equipment on it is basically the best in the entire faction. No matter what, it can be put together a set of ship equipment that cannot be underestimated. This time it is basically equivalent to multiple faction flagships attacking together, so it is not surprising that such a record can be achieved.

"No, calm down, we haven't won yet."

Sheffield suddenly spoke.

"Ok?"