Ice Sea Lord: Starting with Intelligence Update

Strictly speaking, this shot missed.

It should aim at the belly of the Azure and deliver a devastating blow that melts through the main structure.

But now, due to the pervasive fog, they were unable to win with a single move.

This also means that enemies who have received feedback will definitely readjust their ballistics, plunging them into an abyss of no return.

This single shot alone brought the Azure to the brink of total destruction.

Countless buildings collapsed with a crash, while others swayed and bent, struggling to hold on, emitting mournful howls.

With a creak, it slid diagonally to the ground like a sharp blade.

Everyone on board the fortress watched this sight without fear, as if it were a miracle only a god could accomplish.

The stark disparity was laid bare before everyone, utterly breaking their spirits and making it impossible for them to muster any resistance.

Screams and cries mingled with the sound of hurried footsteps.

The Azure was thrown into chaos once again.

This is the difference between a near-second-tier fortress and a first-tier fortress. They barely reach the level of a first-tier fortress, yet they can still exert terrifying suppressive power, crushing any fighting spirit that has been revived once again.

Under the impact of massive electrical energy, the transverse section spanning all the open-air buildings on the deck was burned into deformed, shapeless iron blocks.

Fortunately, the Blue Ocean's power system was not affected.

"Kid, take care of the funeral arrangements," Chen Tianqing said without any emotion.

"The second-tier weapon, the plasma cannon, has a range of two kilometers. Now it should take another kilometer, but that's enough for them to fire seven or eight rounds."

"Although I don't know what kind of trouble you've gotten into that could drive these people to this point, to make them so reckless, listen to me, stop messing around, you can't escape."

He Feng did not reply, but walked leisurely across the chaotic bridge, staring longingly at the elusive pursuers.

His trench coat was burned with holes by iron slag from who-knows-where, leaving it mottled like a garment woven from withered leaves, completely unrecognizable from its previous recklessness.

There were even some inexplicable embarrassments.

Amidst the bustling crowd, he walked to the edge of the fortress's flank and peered out over the calm sea to get a general idea of ​​the enemy's location.

Then he closed his eyes slightly, and his swaying body almost sank down.

After a few brief seconds, He Feng took a deep breath and then spoke, making one wonder if he had an extremely long reaction time.

"There's a chance," He Feng said slowly.

"So what do you plan to do?"

"30 degrees, that's the left and right range covered by the enemy's attack range," He Feng said calmly, pointing to the other half of the fortress that had survived. "So I think there's still a chance."

Upon hearing this, the former expert couldn't help but sneer.

"Assuming the opponent's attack range is approximately 180 degrees, and the opponent can launch more than eight attacks, and the opponent has your approximate location."

Assuming you accurately dodge every attack, this means you would have to dodge eight times precisely. Using simple classical probability, your survival rate would be no more than 20%.

He Feng's eyes lit up, as if what he heard was not a harsh answer, but rather further evidence to his conclusion.

The direction of an action determines the probability, and probability is a contest of psychology and intelligence between the enemy and ourselves.

In gambling games, there is never any such thing as superior card skills.

Reading between the lines, employing subtle tactics, and psychological suppression are all psychological techniques that incorporate elements of mathematical probability.

This is often the secret to the veterans' invincibility.

Playing the game, judging, guessing, and finally winning the first round.

Now, He Feng's only advantage at the poker table is intelligence.

Having overwhelming intelligence allows him to cheat at the poker table and seize a rare chance to survive.

He Feng suddenly focused his mind and changed his previous stiff posture.

Without bothering to argue with him, he immediately dragged out Sanqi, who was hiding in the corner trembling with fear.

Due to the recent damage, the boudoir that He Feng had once arranged for her is now broken into two pieces.

Looking at her pitiful appearance, it must have been tough for a newborn child.

She can now understand some simple words, which has greatly alleviated the predicament of not having enough time.

"Your way of solving this problem by catching a little girl is quite novel," Chen Tianqing said reproachfully, with a hint of pity for a hero at the end of his road.

Although He Feng was anxious, he still told him all the main information he could.

It wasn't that he had any patience; he absolutely couldn't let the life-saving information be distorted again.

"How many more times can you do it?" He Feng asked eagerly in sign language.

"Four." The girl, who was still learning to speak, suddenly spoke, with a silly feeling.

"I thought she couldn't talk, but she can! How could you raise such a beautiful little girl like this? Oh dear."

Chen Xueqing made sarcastic remarks from the side and shook her head.

Undistracted by external things, He Feng quickly began to ponder.

Four times, that's equivalent to expanding that 20% chance of survival to 50%.

This is simply a qualitative leap.

There's a 50% chance you can avoid it four times, but the other four times require a psychological game.

He can also use opportunities that he could absolutely avoid to disrupt the other party's perception.

If the opponent blindly fires three times in one direction, will they continue to waste this precious opportunity in that direction?

The answer is self-evident.

At this moment, this battle is a complete gamble.

The opponent has the advantage of going first, but he can decide the course of the battle in four moves, completely turning the advantage in his own hands.

Just for a chance to survive.

He Feng felt a chill run down his spine, but his spirits immediately lifted.

"Let's begin!" He stared at Sanqi with a resolute gaze, the immense pressure causing the girl to swallow hard.

With his psychic powers activated, a prayerful hymn appeared in He Feng's eyes.

[In one minute, a plasma pulse will be received at the 1 to 3 o'clock angle. Please take cover immediately.]

After the girl finished her performance, a look of fatigue suddenly appeared on her face. Her thick gray hair was wrapped around her cheeks, and she looked somewhat listless.

Looking at the compass in his hand and then at the other locked electric light sources, he immediately deduced the location of the fortress.

From 2 o'clock to 1 o'clock.

It's a very dangerous location.

He Feng immediately gave the order to turn the fortress around.

The information was also transmitted to the Black Rock, and the two moved in parallel to the left side of the area.

A minute passed in the blink of an eye, and the sudden burst of lightning poured out from the source like a cleaver that cuts through everything, shattering all living forces it could reach.

Everyone stared at the terrifying lightning, and a joy, unlike anything they had felt before, welled up inside them.

"I don't even want to think about what would happen if we stayed there!"

"My lord, this is the position you command! Haha! We still have hope!"

He Feng's gaze was fixed on the source of the surging lightning, his face remaining as deep and iron-like.