Douluo: What the hell is the academic master development system?

Chapter 203 Then I ask you
"What, are you chickening out?"

Ma Xiaotao, who had already stepped halfway out of the tent, turned to look at Chen Ping, a hint of contempt in her eyes.

"He was so courageous when he joined the inspection team yesterday, so why is he backing out now that the bandit gang's stronghold is not even close to death?"

Chen Ping wasn't angry at Ma Xiaotao's words; he just narrowed his eyes and said, "Senior Xiaotao, I want to ask you a few questions."

"You've carried out almost as many missions as Senior Dai Yueheng, probably around twenty, right?"

"In these twenty or so missions, have you always gone to suppress bandits with such a lousy intelligence report?"

"How many teammates have died in these missions?"

In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire military camp became suffocating.

Dai Yueheng's initial excitement upon meeting her father instantly turned into terror.

Dude, are you really not afraid of death? I really don't know where Ma Xiaotao got the nickname "Flame Maniac"?
Chen Ping paid no attention to the fierce look in Ma Xiaotao's eyes and stared back at her.

"What do you mean?"

Ma Xiaotao's tone was unfriendly.

It was clear that she felt Chen Ping was challenging her authority as team leader.

Perhaps it's similar to how Dai Yueheng secretly took over the captain's position when she was in a fit of rage.

"Literally, I want to know what the probability of casualties is in the more than twenty missions you've given out, and how many people usually die when casualties occur."

Ma Xiaotao really wanted to use violence to make Chen Ping behave as quickly as possible and obey her commands, but Chen Ping had already taken out the communicator that could directly summon Elder Xuan and placed it in front of her.

"What do you mean? Are you trying to intimidate me by using Elder Xuan?"

Ma Xiaotao felt that the anger she had finally managed to quell was starting to recur.

Is this question difficult to answer?

Chen Ping neither admitted nor denied it, but instead chose to ask Ma Xiaotao a question in return.

"I've been on over twenty missions, and in five of them, teammates have left us forever. Are you satisfied now?"

At this point, Ma Xiaotao's tone turned cold.

At this point, she was no longer in a hurry to go on the mission. If Chen Ping couldn't give her an explanation and was simply trying to cause trouble before the mission, she would definitely settle this score with him.

Chen Ping nodded and began to draw on the sand table in front of him with his finger.

"I've done 25 missions, senior, and five of them resulted in the death of teammates, a mortality rate of 20%, and that's a conservative estimate."

"Based on a total of seven people on each mission, even if only one teammate dies each time, the mortality rate for a single mission should be one-seventh multiplied by twenty percent, which is 2.85%."

"Inner Academy disciples need to complete thirty consecutive inspection missions to graduate successfully. The expected value of the probability of survival should be the product of the survival probabilities of each mission, which is (97.42%)^30."

"What is this number? — 45.65%"

At this point, Chen Ping's eyes were even colder than Ma Xiaotao's: "The probability of an inner court student graduating successfully after completing thirty inspection tasks from the moment they enter the inner court is less than 46 percent." "In other words, assuming there are 100 inner court disciples each year, less than 46 will graduate alive, and the remaining 50-plus will perish in the inspection team's tasks."

Chen Ping's words startled many students in the inner courtyard.

Because they found that the number Chen Ping mentioned was indeed accurate; the percentage of students who successfully graduated from the inner academy each year was only slightly more than 40% to less than 50%.

They may not understand Chen Ping's exponential calculation method and the specific meaning of calculating mathematical expectation, but there is no dispute that Chen Ping's numerical calculation is correct.

Chen Ping hadn't finished speaking, or rather, he had only just warmed up after listing the data.

"You might be thinking that this is the mission of the oversight team, and if you're afraid of dying, don't join the oversight team."

"Okay, let me ask you."

Chen Ping took a deep breath and said, "There are still several days before the competition starts. You yourself said yesterday that we only need to complete the task within three days."

"Even though we traveled all day yesterday, we still have more than twenty-two hours, almost two days, that we can use freely."

"With so much time and such vague intelligence, is it really that difficult for the surveillance team to spend an entire day conducting reconnaissance and obtain firsthand information about the Death Hand bandit gang on their own?"

"The Star Luo military has told us about the enemy's specific personnel composition: 10% are Soul Masters, and 90% are ordinary people or bandits. So what is the organizational structure of this group, and where do they usually get their supplies?"

"What combat method should we choose? Should we opt for asymmetric, non-contact blockade, poisoning, burning mountains, and direct bombardment with fixed-position soul-guided artillery shells, or should we infiltrate the enemy's base for close-range decapitation and elimination?"

"Do we have anyone as a long-range support force to provide us with long-range strike and cover capabilities?"

"If any personnel are injured, can we utilize the military medical resources in the Xingluo border region to provide the wounded with the most basic and urgent medical assistance?"

“If you tell me now that you have everything ready and in place, then it’s fine. You don’t even need to hold a combat meeting to tell us the specific plan. It’s okay to make arrangements on the spot.”

"So, Senior Xiaotao, tell me, have you prepared all of these?"

Chen Ping's words left Ma Xiaotao bewildered, as she had never heard of the preparatory work he was talking about.

Not only Ma Xiaotao, but every student in the inner courtyard present looked confused.

What, what is all this about?

What does it mean to connect with local medical resources and provide emergency medical assistance? Wouldn't carrying two antidote pills and healing pills be considered medical assistance?
What about long-range attack and cover capabilities? Shouldn't a super Douluo like Elder Xuan be considered one of them?

If only asymmetric, non-contact poisoning, burning mountains, and using fixed-position soul-guided cannons to bombard the ground, how can these methods be used to train soul masters?
Seeing the confusion in their eyes, Chen Ping frowned in pain.

No wonder the mortality rate of inner court students during missions is so high; less than half of the students survive to graduation.

Damn it, you guys are just relying on your tough life to get through this trial. You can't entirely blame Xuanzi for not being helpful. You yourselves don't value your own lives either!

It's true that Xuanzi in the original story felt the smell of blood in the cave was too strong and hid outside to drink, but everyone should be primarily responsible for their own life!

With such a laissez-faire approach, students from other schools would probably be lucky to survive, maybe one in ten.

Shrek Academy has a survival rate of over 40%, which is purely due to their high-quality martial souls and strong cultivation levels.

(End of this chapter)