NOVEL WEB Chapter 15
Chapter 15: african **** of war
Teaching Africans to create the African God of War, Wang Dajian himself was amused.
It was meant to be a spoof, but an African ship girl really came out.
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 has no mental core, she is just a simple humanoid weapon that can only understand some simple commands.
Wang Dajian pointed to the front: “Vanula, did you see the target made of wood in front of you?”
“See! See!”
“You command your ship girl to shoot at that target!”
Under the command of Wang Dajian, Vanura let his African God of War set to the target ahead.
Da da da!
The AK in his hand, the naval gun on his 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: 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 until tears almost fell.
It seems that it has created something incredible. This system can also create something that is not in the game, which is ridiculous.
God **** african people cry.
Such a scene appeared in Wang Dajian’s mind.
A group of African gods of war holding AK47s and carrying naval guns simultaneously launched the shouts of Africans, that scene…that’s 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 1500 gold coins and 2 mental cores.
A ship girl without a mental core seems to have different requirements for building it.
And the speed of African admiral building ships is quite fast, and 9 African gods of war were created in the blink of an eye.
Watching 10 black girls lined up in front of them, carrying cannons behind them, holding AK47s in their hands, and wearing uniform white uniforms.
Vanura’s heart is full of excitement, this darling… With so many ship girls, how many cows can he go home and 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 attack here.”
On the board behind Wang Dajian is a map of Somalia.
The baton pointed to the map: “See this oil field? I want you to take it here.”
“Oh! Oh! I see.”
Wang Dajian, who put down the baton, nodded: “Well, let’s get started, if there is no problem.”
“Yes! I have a problem!” Vanura raised her hand.
“What’s the problem, say.”
Vanura shouted confidently: “I can’t read the map!”
puff!
Wang Dajian almost didn’t fall to the ground, he patted Vanula’s shoulder with both hands: “Brother, you just need to show off, issue an attack order, and let the ship girl fight, they will take you there.”
“Oh.”
Vanula didn’t understand anything. Anyway, he was in a small boat and was taken to the target designated by Wang Dajian.
This oil field was contracted by Neon Company.
And Guanghui Niang has invaded the base, and it has been found out that this oil field is related to the Neon Navy.
It’s easy to do about it, occupy this place.
Anyway, it was the little African bandit in Vanura who went to grab it. He grabbed it. Wang Dajian had some oil, but when he died, Wang Dajian didn’t lose much.
According to Wang Dajian’s arrangement.
At 4:00 am the next day, when the sun just rose from the mountain…
Da da da! ! !
A loud gunshot woke up the neon people in the oilfield.
“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 brainless enough to fight in an oil field, so it would be fun to explode the whole oil field.
Humans and ships are not at the same level at all, even if it is the African God of War that Wang Dajian randomly built.
The armored vehicles in the oil field and the security team of more than 100 people were killed and run away in an instant.
Vanura, the African Admiral, was overjoyed after seeing the power of the African God of War. After occupying the oil field, he kept reporting to Wang Dajian.
“Report 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 anything going on at the Neon Base?”
“Our reconnaissance plane has sent the picture, you see.”
A picture appeared on the big screen in front of him.
At sea, a formation consisting of 21 ship girls is searching for Wang Dajian.
The genius just dawned, when the deep-sea forces were diving, the group of neon ship girls began to search for Wang Dajian.
The leader, Fuso, was a girl with animal ears in a black kimono.
The black-haired beast had two blue butterfly clips beside its ears, and the pair of **** below the neck was almost ready to pop out, as if it were about to jump out of the kimono, shaking with the waves.
Coming to the 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 weapon is also the weapon of the battleship level, which is like a little Lolita of a certain battleship…
This black kimono is just right to support the snow-white skin.
Seeing Fusang, the leader of the team, Wang Dajian had only 5 words in his mind – **** tits nipples!
The cold and mature she looked around, surrounded by mass-produced ancient eagle ships, a group of cannon fodder without a mental core.
“Report flagship, 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.”
An ancient eagle-type ship girl came over to report.
“Support? Our most important task now is to find that Oriental man and his secret base! How can there be so many troops to support? Just 5 mass-produced ancient eagles are enough.”
“Yes!”
Obviously, the young Fusang was completely unaware of the seriousness of the matter.