For the rest of this time, Mo Ran was still conducting a large number of simulations, but at this time, he could clearly feel that the objects he simulated were more difficult to deal with, although the number was smaller, but it made Mo Ran more energy and time consumed. During this time, what Mo Ran heard the most were the various sirens in the command cabin of his flagship. Even when he closed his eyes and rested, it was this voice that echoed in his head.

When Mo Ran stood on the simulation platform again, he could clearly feel that there were not as many people around him as he had seen at first. There will be six primaries, with only a pitiful number for those who will participate in the mock war. Even if it's a pitiful amount, but with its huge base, the final result will be a huge number.

Looking at the figures around them, most of the people here were members of the Shevi tribe, and then a small number of lives from other races. Obviously, the simulation battle is also sub-regional. And the area he is in is the simulated battle area of the Xiwei tribe. Although it seems that there are a lot fewer people, Mo Ran still can't see the end when he stands on the platform. The reason why there were fewer people was because he found that most of the people who could stand here this time were lifeforms with two white circles at their feet.

And in the distance there is a person with a white circle plus a red circle. "Different colors mean different results, and then divide the areas according to the color?" Mo Ran thought about it for a moment and understood what those circles meant.

"Why is there still Queiro here?" This time it wasn't a game at the start, everyone was here waiting. It seems that they are preparing to enter the simulation battle together. It's just that just as Mo Ran was thinking about the surrounding situation, a pot-bellied Xiwei man next to him said angrily, and his small eyes were almost invisible on his stacked faces. He was bloated, obviously not suitable for standing for long periods of time, and then he just sat down directly behind him.

After all, this kind of realistic simulation, after obtaining some basic information in the brain, he can feel his limbs overwhelmed even when he stands. The moment he sat down, a gorgeous soft chaise longue appeared behind him. Seeing the other party's behavior, Mo Ran was worried about that chair.

However, after all, this is a simulation, so there is no situation where the chair is overwhelmed and falls directly. But for this kind of Xiwi, there is really no need to take the humble Queiro to heart. Most of these low-level queiros were hired to participate in the simulation battles, and when the results came out, it was time for them to leave. And he himself spent a certain amount of money to get this position. The price is naturally cheap now, and the price will be higher in the future.

In the face of the other party's provocation, Mo Ran knew that he was not dominant. This kind of problem is universal, and it is not just two or three sentences that can bring enough glory and strength.

Sitting cross-legged, Mo Ran recalled the simulation battles he had completed during these years, most of the time he was a fiasco, but it also taught him a lot of things. It didn't take long for Mo Ran to hear the familiar synthesized sound again, and a screen was displayed in front of Mo Ran.

"Welcome back to Moran, are you ready for the second qualifier?" Ye Luo asked with a smile.

Mo Ran nodded, and the next moment he fell again. Compared with the first time, Mo Ran was prepared at this time, and naturally he did not have the initial panic.

"Captain." The same Littoral Combat Ships, the same crews. Mo Ran felt a sudden sense of absurdity, as if he was still in the vast universe last moment, and then he took a nap in his place.

The hat that originally covered his face slipped down, and Mo Ran looked at the crew in front of him with some astonishment. They were standing at their posts at this time, as if they had been asleep like that before. When the ship returned to port, they were ready for their next departure. Mo Ran sat up from his chair, and then saw that Mo Ran was ready to set off again, and the lost drones were also replenished.

"How long did I sleep?" The ghost sent the gods, Mo Ran suddenly asked such a question. He could feel the coldness of the metal coming from his hands, his breath and every tiny movement of the people around him.

"Captain, you slept for six or seven hours." A projection of a slender beauty appeared behind Mo Ran and said.

Mo Ran nodded, and Mo Ran only felt confused about its answer. "Maybe it's just to better simulate the real environment!" Thinking like this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the projection behind him. "You are?"

"I'm your lieutenant, Mi'er." Hearing Mo Ran's inquiry, she immediately stood up and saluted and replied. "Because of the record of previous operations, the command arranged for me to serve the Littoral Battleship Moran."

Hearing Mi'er's answer, Mo Ran nodded slowly. "What is the state of the ship now?" He asked in a low voice, then stood up, the surrounding metal walls still showing the space inside the starport, with many large transport equipment constantly being transported back and forth, and huge robotic arms moving some ships to other places to park. And where Mo Ran was standing under the command platform, a three-dimensional projection around the starport was displayed.

"The equipment has been fully maintained, and the worn drones have been replenished and repaired as soon as they return to port." Mi'er replied as she looked at an electronic board in her hand. "We need your answer from the control room. Once you've confirmed, we're ready to go. After saying that, she looked up at Mo Ran.

"Ask if the control room can leave the port." Mo Ran stood on the command platform and looked at the more than ten crew members below. They are still standing at their posts. "Alright, let's get in! Notify all personnel and prepare to go. ”

The crew immediately entered their posts, and the three-dimensional projection in front of Mo Ran also showed the attendance rate of the crew of the entire battleship. It didn't take long for Mi'er to receive a reply.

"The console asks if you confirm the departure, and the ship's crew needs to be retouched." Mi'er said after reaching out and tapping a few times on the panel in his hand, then looked up at Mo Ran.

Hearing such an answer, Mo Ran himself was also taken aback, but the order had already been issued, more than half of the crew had already arrived at their posts, and many people were coming from afar.

"Isn't this a mock battle?" Mo Ran himself couldn't explain what he had encountered. If it's a simulation, why would there be a crew member who needs to trim it? Mo Ran couldn't help but look at Mi'er, hoping that she could give herself a good explanation.

"It's a simulated battle, but there are a lot of situations to consider. Usually we go out on a cruise for three days and then come back and go out on another ship. Mi'er replied with both hands on the panel. Of course, you can also make it mandatory to leave the port. ”

"Trim it and fix it!" It's really hard for Mo Ran to say anything about such things, these problems didn't appear at all when he simulated it, all he needed to think about was how to fight, but now he has a lot more problems to face.

After a few days of repair, Mo Ran set off again. However, at this time, there were fewer battles, and there were more problems on the ship. For example, when it encounters the impact of cosmic wreckage, the ship is damaged. There was still fighting, but with those damaged problems, Mo Ran also had to spend a lot of time monitoring the shipping lanes he was traveling.

The universe is very empty, and the probability of encountering some high-speed spinning fragments is very low, but this voyage made Mo Ran a little confused.

"I didn't have so many pieces before!" Mo Ran looked at the damage to the Mo Ran littoral Battleship and whispered, these fragments brought more harm than those enemy ships, and now it gave him a little headache.

"It's relatively close to the war zone, so there's a lot of wreckage left over from the battle. Although there will be ships to clean up the battlefield after the battle, it is impossible to completely clean up such a large amount of wreckage, and some of the remaining wreckage just keeps wandering in the universe until it is captured by the gravitational field. ”

Mo Ran nodded, he didn't take this matter to heart, after all, it was all a simulation, although now it felt like everything here was so real. Even when you eat, you can feel the delicious taste between your lips and tongue. Gradually, he didn't know if he was really facing a group of intelligent data without any thinking.

He could often hear some of the crew members telling their own stories, which seemed so far away, but made up the past of the people in front of him.

Whenever this happens, he keeps an eye out for the crew's conversations, and when they spot Mo Ran, they will immediately stop talking and salute.

Mo Ran returned to the bridge and had not found anything for more than three hours, and there was nothing unusual within thousands of kilometers around. After all, the positioning of the Littoral Combat Ship is the defense of the near territory, and there is no need for a powerful detection system at all, otherwise it will occupy a lot of the energy and location of the battleship, and in the end the gains will outweigh the losses.

Glancing at the map in front of him, Mo Ran was lying in his chair, and the hardness of the metal always reminded him that this was a simulation, not a real scene. But he's really a little confused now. Outside the command module was the vast expanse of the universe, with no stars in sight on the dark background, only a faint silver glow emanating from the distant base. Then there's the huge gas planet beneath his feet and the meteorite belt around it.

"Captain, it's time for the shift change, will we return now?" Mi'er glanced at the panel in her hand and asked. Mo Ran nodded. Although this mission took more effort, it was still in danger overall, and only half of the UAV squadron was lost.

"Let's go back!" Mo Ran said in a deep voice, and then lay down in the chair. Covering his face with his hat, he could smell the leather on it. "Is this true or false?" He asked himself.