Come and connect with me!

Ron tilted his head and asked.

"No! You don't have to learn everything!"

Prince Eugen covered his face with one hand in distress. Although he wanted to persuade Ron, he didn't know where to start. Just like Sheffield, she was also ashamed to express her true feelings, and the time for brewing was missed. This planned ship was indeed a defense-specialized type, and its armor was too thick.

At this moment, Prince Eugen saw Ron opening his hands excitedly and staring at her intently.

What? You are still mentally fragile and need a hug from your sister, right?

Prince Eugen coughed softly, slowly opened his hands, and solemnly posed as if to catch a baseball.

Very good, this kid is very aggressive, but he must not be knocked down, otherwise it would be a big joke.

Then the next second, she saw Ron passing by her like the wind and pounced heavily on her back. At the same time, a familiar voice sounded.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Chapter 898: Jealousy

Wuming saw that Neptune and Ron had returned safely, and thought about going over to say hello, but he never thought that Ron, whom he had only seen a few times in the crowd, would suddenly pounce on him. Fortunately, he was a master in harem and was accustomed to the pounces from beautiful girls. He naturally put his arms around Ron's waist and held her firmly in his arms.

"You are Nameless."

Ron said confidently, the figure of Wuming was reflected in his brown eyes, but the latter seemed a little confused, and even thought that the one in front of him might have been located on the Iron Blood side.

"it's me."

Wuming was thinking about it while Prince Eugen in front of him was lowering his open hands little by little, trying his best to appear calm. She turned around, stared at Wuming expressionlessly, and spoke in a low voice.

"I was so on guard, Mr. Wuming, how did you get around me and get in touch with Ron?"

"The thing is, I met her today, right now, and I don't know what's going on."

Wuming said this, looking at Ron, and asked tentatively.

"Ron, are you, remembering something?"

Although it is cliché that one suddenly remembers the memories of past lives, parallel worlds, or even some strange worlds between life and death, the common settings are cliché. Wuming thought so, and his eyes began to feel something wrong. He scanned Ron's hands. Although he would subconsciously look at the hands of the opposite Rubik's Cube ship to see if there were any signs of wearing rings, unfortunately, Ron's hands were plain and slender, and the black gloves that fit the skin did not have the bulges unique to rings.

"Do you want to see my hands?"

Ron grinned, put his wrist across his lips, opened his mouth and bit the opening of the glove, took off both gloves, and handed them to Wuming with an obedient look on his face.

"I show you."

"Um, thank you."

Wuming took a quick glance, then looked at the curiosity in Ron's brown eyes, and confirmed that this Ron was not the one he married. While he breathed a sigh of relief, he also felt relieved. It seemed that the possibility he thought did not occur, and the quality of the port area plug-in was once again guaranteed.

"Hey, Ron, don't get too close to Wuming. Wuming, you should let go. Ron is still a child!"

Prince Eugen looked at Ron leaning naturally in Wuming's arms, his heart was burning with anger and his face darkened unconsciously.

"Um, kid..."

Upon hearing this, Wuming glanced at this so-called child and swallowed the words obediently.

With this body shape, you tell me she is just a child?

"Yeah, Ron is a good boy. Wuming, your arms are so warm, different from Eugen's."

Looking at Ron, who seemed to have an eighty-point favorability rating, Wuming spoke with some confusion.

"I don't quite understand, Ron, why you've suddenly become so close to me."

Although it was comfortable to hug the chubby Ron, some things were better to be clear.

“I just followed my inner voice.”

Ron looked at Wuming tenderly.

"Before I almost died, Ron, I thought of many things, and it seemed that my mind suddenly became clear. Among them, what I wanted to do most was to ask you, how did you know about me?"

"Your story, well, to put it simply, is that in another world, I knew you very well and spent every day with you, so I knew you very well. At that time, I heard Eugen talking about your hobby, so I mentioned it."

Wuming felt Prince Eugen's murderous gaze and calmly let go of his hand, but Ron still held him tightly.

"Very familiar?"

"Are you and Ron married too?"

Prince Eugen came silently behind Ron, tugged at the corner of Ron's clothes with a dark face, and the latter reluctantly let go of his hand, but his eyes were still fixed on him.

"Didn't you guess it?"

Wuming smiled awkwardly and said, although he was becoming more and more shameless, there was still a difference in difficulty between shouting in the port area that you are all my wings and admitting to others that he had more than one partner.

"Let me help you calculate. I...I mean, Prince Eugen from another world, and Taiho, right? And Frederick the Great, plus Ron, you really have a big heart."

Prince Eugen sneered and became angry for no apparent reason.

"There are many, many reasons for this. Although I feel ashamed, I don't regret it."

Wuming looked around and found that Suffolk had stopped crying a long time ago. He was now cuddling with Neptune, with his ear quietly pointed here, absorbed in listening to the gossip. Even people including Sheffield were eavesdropping. If they were not still attacking the Siren Fortress, the number of eavesdroppers would probably be ten times higher.

"Ah really."

Prince Eugen said angrily, then said coldly.

"So, you plan to take this world away as well?"

"Uh, let it be, but if there's a chance, I will."

Wuming's voice became smaller. Greed is human nature, possessiveness is a man's nature, but he could swear that when he said this, he was thinking of Reno of White Eagle. After going through so many things, it was hard for him to say that he had never been moved by her, and he had never concealed this self-evident thought.

"You, you are hopeless!"

Prince Eugen was silent for a while after hearing Wuming's words, and he had a better understanding of his bottom line.

"Ron, let's go."

Prince Eugen had a gloomy face and pulled Ron towards the front line.

Ron blinked and followed obediently, but his head was still turned to the back, looking at Wuming from afar.

"I'm curious."

Ron said.

"What does Ron over there think?"

"Who knows what sweet words he used? Really, he might have treated me as another person. He is unwilling to say sweet words. Studies have shown that human male intelligence is highest when they have not established a relationship with the opposite sex. It seems that he has been married to another me for too long. I am afraid that he has even forgotten how to coax people.

Prince Eugen said coldly.

"Eugen, are you angry?"

"It's irritability."

Prince Eugen looked straight ahead, but his eyes seemed empty.

"I just don't understand why a guy like this gets so much love from so many people, and why I chose him."

"That's the same as me."

Ron said softly, her smile still there, her gloved hand pressed tightly against her heart.

"Ron, my heart is filled with indescribable emotions at this moment. Doubts and murderous intent surge up at the same time. When I think of the existence of another me, I always feel sad and envious. It's really wonderful."

She paused and said.

"Every time I think about this, I feel a little confused. Eugen, what is this feeling?"

Prince Eugen paused, turned his head and looked at Ron, the project ship that had never left Iron Blood, with excited emotions flashing in his eyes.

She said in a complicated tone.

"It's jealousy."

Chapter 899: The original intention of entering the game

After a period of time, the planned ships returned to the battlefield. With their performance far superior to that of ordinary ships, they immediately played a significant role on the battlefield. Especially when they learned to cooperate with their companions, those mass-produced ships that were everywhere seemed unexpectedly fragile.

"Boom!"

Amid the low muffled thunder, large groups of mass-produced warships were blown away by a sudden afterimage. These iron coffins on the sea, weighing more than 4,000 tons, were as light as a feather in front of the roaring black ship-mounted dragon. They were thrown high into the air in the strong wind that was raised out of nowhere, disintegrated in mid-air, and shattered into pieces.

The waves also became a helper of the Combined Fleet. In the area of ​​the mass-produced ships, the sea water seemed heavy and sticky, making the mass-produced ships that usually moved briskly on the sea as slow as a dying patient. They were accurately hit by artillery fire from the rear and turned into scrap metal.

"It seems that suffering a little may not be a bad thing."

Bunker Hill held up a tablet and raised his eyebrow.

"This is where the power of the collective lies. It can make the sum of one greater than two. They understand this path, and it is indeed worth being happy about."

Aurora watched the battle between the two planning ships in trance, and her voice became lowered.

"Maybe, no, it's still too risky."

Bunker Hill glanced at the Northern Alliance ships beside him with the same regretful expression.

After experiencing life and death, the originally stubborn and self-centered planning ship was finally able to be incorporated into the fleet as a regular combat force. This is of course a good thing, but there are too many uncontrollable factors, and even if all problems can be guaranteed to be solved, if the hardships caused by the arrangements are noticed by the sensitive planning ships in the future, the consequences will be unpredictable. You know, they don’t have such high loyalty to the camp itself.

"Do you regret not bringing your planned ship here as well?"

Prince Eugen spoke to Bunker Hill without looking away.

"A little bit, but, Prince Eugen, at what cost?"

Through Prince Eugen's face, Bunker Hill could see Wuming in the command ship. Now he was sitting in the corner very obediently. The cube ships around him were obviously tough guys who could blow up a modern city single-handedly, but when they saw him, they still felt a strong sense of uneasiness, as if their identities had been swapped.

"What's the price? There is no price. I only see the growth of this kid Ron, and I am very satisfied."

"You are past the stage where you can be cute even if you are stubborn, Prince Eugen."

Aurora gave a subtle hint.

"Your Ron is about to be kidnapped by him. I would be so worried if I were you."

"So, is being anxious useful? If it were useful, I would have been anxious a long time ago."

Prince Eugen said with a dark face.

"Don't gloat over his misfortune. He might even be targeting you!"

"It's not a possibility, it's a certainty. My charm is infinite. Lord Wuming can certainly like me, but unfortunately, I'm not that kind of little girl. I'm unconquerable."

Aurora blinked and said confidently.

"Wow, then I look forward to the day when you flip over."

Prince Eugen sneered and said nothing more.

Canglong, who was not far from her, remained silent. Jean Bart and Richelieu also calmed down for the first time in a long time and stayed with them. Veneto didn't even dare to look back. Sheffield had a cold expression on his face. In fact, there were two groups of people in this command ship, one was in the tail corner where Wuming was, and the other was at the bow window where the others gathered, with a clear distinction.

"So, are we going to keep treating him like this?"

Jean Bart asked in a low voice.

"No, not forever, but at least we have to wait until this embarrassing thing is over."

Richelieu said in distress.

Honesty is a good quality, and Wuming's request for the bet and his decision to send Dafeng to search and rescue without hesitation also counted as plus points in her eyes. However, when he publicly expressed his lust for their bodies, this favorable impression of her quickly dropped.

Jean Bart was about to say something but stopped himself. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Wuming playing with his tablet with his head down, looking very relaxed. Jean Bart interpreted this state of not caring about his image at all as self-abandonment, or that he was still angry.

Otherwise, you can comfort him when you have time, but this guy is becoming decadent too quickly.

She blinked and remained silent.

Fortunately, this situation did not last too long. After the door of the command ship was knocked twice symbolically, it was casually pushed open. The next moment, a green head poked in.

"Hey, I have good news for you. The outer gate of the Siren Fortress has been forced open. The moment it was broken, all the Siren combat units outside were immediately paralyzed. Everyone on the front line got a lot of good stuff. I think we should change the way we fight the Sirens in the future. If we destroy the command center first, the gains will be much better than picking up garbage like before."

Littorio jumped onto the command ship with a whoosh. The sea water had already wet her calves. As she stepped into the command ship, wet diamond-shaped footprints extended inside the command ship.

"is it a lot?"

Bunker Hill asked confusedly.

"A lot, probably more than ten times stronger than before. A rough estimate is that if we take out one-third of it, we can calm the rumors in the country. If we make it all public, we will have to consider suppressing the enthusiasm of the people. Otherwise, there will be people who will urge us to go to sea and start a war every day."

Littorio shrugged helplessly. Most people opposed the war because they saw no benefits. Anyway, war would not attract keyboard warriors. If war could make their lives better, they would behave even crazier than real fanatics. Therefore, the reporting of spoils of war also needed to be considered.