Mixed In Africa To Be the European Emperor

Teaching Africans to create the African God of War, Wang Dajian himself was too amused.

It was meant to be a spoof, but there really was an African ship girl.

This African ship girl looks wild, the dark black girl is holding an AK47 in her hand, wearing a fancy military uniform, and carrying a few cannons on her body.

However, since she doesn't have a mental core, she is just a simple humanoid weapon, and can only understand some simple instructions.

Wang Dajian pointed to the front: "Wanula, have you seen the wooden target in front?"

"See! See!"

"You command your ship girl to shoot at that target!"

Under the command of Wang Dajian, Vanuula set his African Ares towards the target in front.

Da da da!

The ak in her hand, the naval gun on her body, this... when the African ship girl was shooting, she also inherited the magical posture of the African black uncle.

Looking at the skills of the African ship girl, Wang Dajian almost burst out laughing.

[African God of War, Numbani-type destroyer, equipped with 130mm naval gun. (Lack of intelligence, lack of mental core.)]

[Skill: African Cry (Shooting Accuracy Decreased by 30%, Rate of Fire Increased by 100%)]

The cry of the Africans...

This skill...

Wang Dajian laughed so hard that tears almost fell down.

It seems that something incredible has been created. This system can also create things that are not in the game, which is ridiculous.

God fuck the people of Africa yell.

Such a scene appeared in Wang Dajian's mind.

A group of African gods of war with ak47 and naval guns on their backs launched the cry of Africans at the same time, that scene...that was spectacular!

"Come on, you build according to this formula."

233 tons of iron, 233 gold coins, 233 barrels of oil.

Unlike Wang Dajian's Dajian, Wang Dajian's Dajian only needs 1,500 gold coins and 2 mental cores.

Ship girls without a mental core seem to have different requirements for making them.

Moreover, the African admiral's shipbuilding speed is quite fast, and 9 African gods of war were built in the blink of an eye.

Seeing 10 black girls lined up in front of them, carrying cannons behind them, holding AK47s in their hands, and wearing uniform white uniforms.

Vanuula's heart was so excited, this is so good... so many girls, how many cows can he go home to grab?

When Vanura was still thinking about grabbing money and food, Wang Dajian patted him on the shoulder.

"Now I want you to do as I say and raid here."

A map of Somalia hangs on the board behind Wang Dajian.

The baton pointed at the map: "Do you see this oil field? I want you to take it here."

"Oh! Oh! I see."

Wang Dajian put down his baton and nodded: "Well, let's start to act, if there is no problem."

"Yes! I have a problem!" Vanura raised her hand.

"What's the problem, tell me."

Vanuula shouted confidently: "I can't read the map!"

puff!

Wang Dajian almost fell to the ground. He patted Vanura's shoulders with both hands: "Big brother, you just need to put on a show, launch an attack order, and let the ship's mother fight, and they will take you there."

"oh."

Vanuula didn't understand anything, anyway, she was taken to the target designated by Wang Dajian in a small boat.

This oil field is contracted by Neon Company.

And Guanghui Niang has invaded the base, and has already found out that this oil field is related to the Neon Navy.

It's easy to deal with, occupy here.

Anyway, let the little African bandit of Vanuula rob it, he snatched it, Wang Dajian had oil, he died, Wang Dajian didn't lose much.

According to Wang Dajian's arrangement.

At around 4 o'clock in the morning the next day, when the sun just rose over the mountain...

Da da da! ! !

A violent gunshot woke up the Neon people in the oil field.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The African security guards in the oil field retreated immediately after a symbolic fight with Vanura and the others.

The oil field was instantly occupied by Vanura.

After all, no one is brain-dead enough to fight in an oil field, and it would be fun to explode the entire oil field.

Humans and ship mothers are not at the same level at all, even if it is the African God of War built by Wang Dajian.

The armored vehicles in the oil field and the security team of more than 100 people were killed and fled in an instant.

Vanuula, the African admiral, was so happy from ear to ear after seeing the power of the African warship girl, and after occupying the oil field, he kept reporting to Wang Dajian.

"Report to the commander! I have captured the Black Oil Field!"

"Well! I see."

Putting down the phone, Wang Dajian looked back at Guanghui who was standing behind him: "Is there any movement at the Neon base?"

"Our reconnaissance plane has sent a picture, you see."

A picture appeared on the big screen in front of him.

At sea, a formation composed of 21 ship girls is searching for Wang Dajian.

It was just dawn, and when the deep sea forces were diving, this group of neon ship girls began to search for Wang Dajian.

The leader of the Fuso is a girl with animal ears wearing a black kimono.

The black-haired beast has two blue butterflies next to its ears

Butterfly, the balls below the neck are almost ready to come out, as if they are about to jump out of the kimono, shaking with the waves.

When he came to welfare early in the morning, Wang Dajian said that the nutrition of rural people could not keep up.

As expected of the big sister of the battleship! The murder weapon is also a battleship-level weapon, so it doesn't look like a certain battleship loli...

This black kimono perfectly supported her snow-white skin.

Seeing Fusang, the leader of the team, Wang Dajian only had 5 words in his mind - grandma, grandma, grandma!

Cold and mature, she looked around, surrounded by mass-produced Furutaka, a group of cannon fodder without a mental core.

"Reporting to the flagship, I just received news from the base that a group of unknown armed forces attacked the Black Oil Field, and the base asked us to go to support it."

A Furutaka ship lady came over to report.

"Support? Our most important task now is to find that Easterner and his secret base! How can there be so many troops to support? Randomly assigning 5 mass-produced Furuhawks is enough."

"yes!"

Obviously, the young Fusang was completely unaware of the seriousness of the matter.