Six Hundred and Forty-Seven Monsters on Board

Generally speaking, people who like to quote [probability] and [data] in their language tend to have a strong personality, full of desire for expression, and full of talent for acting.

This is because probability and data have special properties.

Man-made delineation, man-made collection, man-made modeling, man-made calculation, the reason they were born is to serve certain purposes, to show the truth of a certain perspective, thus covering up the real reality.

They are inherently true lies, too true to be true, too true to be questioned.

People who like to use these things often have insight into their essence, and are used to using their characteristics to flaunt their rigor and enhance their credibility.

It is not important whether the audience believes the content of the words, what is important is that they want the audience to believe that every word they say is obtained after careful analysis and calculation, and the words may be wrong, but they are respectable.

Respectable people naturally don't lie to others, so the probabilities and data they cite are of course correct.

This is the paradox.

False things can shape real people, and real people can prove that fake things are true.

That being the case, are the quoted data and probabilities true or false? Is this slander of data and probability false or true?

Favna definitely couldn't give an answer to the question.

Because her personality is neither flamboyant nor strong, she has no desire to express, nor the ability to perform in front of others.

She usually doesn't like to quote probabilities at all.

It's just that in the first formation, everyone in the fleet trusts her unconditionally, believing that as long as there is a way in the world, she must know the way. Over time, the weak Favna was also affected by what she heard and saw, and subconsciously began to believe in herself.

This faith is not blind.

Although the deduction time was short, she still listed the parameters that could affect the sheering in her mind.

The Erickson is only slightly longer than the Mystra, the Neptune is more than 70 meters long, and the length difference between the two sides is more than 20 meters.

The Erickson is a traditional single-deck destroyer, while Neptune has a three-deck gun bay with a freeboard of more than 6 meters.

The gun ports and crew of the Erickson are unknown, but judging by the size of the ship, it will probably not exceed 50 guns/300 people. The Neptune has 47 heavy guns distributed on one side alone, and the entire ship has 800 people on board.

There is also defense, the 24-pound short guns of Mystra and Guna can obviously damage the hull of the Eriksson, facing the dense and more powerful 24-pound and 32-pound long heavy guns Shooting at close range, the Erickson had no reason to hold up.

As a major power of the current strategic class, the first-tier ships are against the fifth-tier ships, even the special-type destroyers with the same level of dominance-class strength like Mistra and Eriksson, their advantages are all-round superiority.

She couldn't think of a way for Eriksson to successfully board Neptune, and she took it for granted that there was no way at all. The result of the deduction was reflected in the language, and finally became the assertion of [success rate of boarding 0].

From another point of view, Favna also carried out a probability creation, so the created product is naturally an undeniable true lie.

The Erickson is advancing!

Ten degrees to the starboard rudder, opening the included angle, she cut from the front of Neptune to the port side, and briefly entered the dead angle of the opponent's side bombardment.

Bonnet raised his metal crossbow high on the gunwale, put the Neptune into the front sight with a sigh of relief, and slowly pushed it to the joint of the first yard below the mainmast.

crisscross,

Bonnet pulled the trigger without hesitation.

hum!

The crossbow string made of steel wire and copper wire rebounded suddenly, and the harpoon-like crossbow arrow dragged the rope out of the hole.

It passed through the 250-meter-long gap like electricity, and when it flew to the pass of the Neptune, the two ships highlighted the shooting blind spots one after another, and the broadside guns that were already ready were fired immediately.

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!

Eriksson's 24-pound short gun and Neptune's 24-pound long gun rushed to shoot shells at each other, the sea surface exploded with a roar, and the rising water mist covered the battlefield.

In the mist, the sharp crossbow string broke through the space and plunged into the space between the first and second gun decks of the Neptune, piercing deeply through the hull.

"Tch!" Bonnet spat and threw the steel crossbow away, "The difference in height is about ten meters, and the difference between left and right is seven or eight meters. Even if it is a weapon, the great berserker is really not good at these sneaky things."

"But the current position seems to be better, as long as the gun door is directly drilled into the 24-pound gun compartment..." With red eyes, he wrapped the tow rope of the crossbow bolt tightly around his wrist, and turned to Eugene, "I'll start Get on board, let Eriksson try to stay in the blind spot of the shelling, once someone is pushed out from the gun door by me, and they get close to the board, all abandon the ship!"

Eugene knocked on his chest excitedly: "Yes! Captain!"

"Vikings must win!"

With a loud cry, Bonet jumped off the side of the ship and plunged into the blue ocean through the mist.

He didn't stand up, didn't wait and see, his diving figure was hidden in the haze, only a slender and inconspicuous rope was connected between Neptune and the sea, and with his dragging, a faint pure No one can discover the white water line.

250 meters.

Bonet pulled the rope and struggled forward, and from time to time he heard the sound of hot shells drilling into the water, and occasionally solid bullets hit the hard hull. None of them can be pierced by one blow, but the sound of hammering into the bottom of the sea is as violent as a drum beating a ship.

He endured it.

Berserkers do not have the breath and water quality of whalers, and their swimming speed is not faster than ordinary people, but their endurance is unmatched. As long as the target is determined, no matter how dangerous the environment is, they cannot be shaken. his mind.

He kept tugging, and tugging, and twice the sea-soaked rope slipped out of his hands, but both times he grabbed it immediately. When he was about to run out of breath, his hand finally touched Neptune's smooth rubber-covered bottom.

[A pair of eight hundred! 】

Bonet opened his eyes in the sea, and the afterimages of the blood-red pupils were stretched out.

[Before the Normans came to Britain, things like this happened every day, and every time, the victors were brave and powerful Viking warriors! 】

Holding the rope with one hand, he took off the shield from his back with his free hand and tied it tightly around his arm.

【This is normal! The English are nothing but a group of savages made up of illiterates, gamblers, shepherds and ruffians. They are so inferior that they can only shit and pee in front of Vikings. Seeing the sword light, even seeking luck is an extravagant hope! 】

He floated up with his legs, facing the light, the blurred water scene became brighter and brighter, and the sound of the guns on the water surface became louder and louder.

[I will win! Kill every Englishman in sight, turn the best ship in the world into a new flagship, and... Leif, Lorraine...]

He rushed out of the water with a splash, and the ropes hanging on the hull of the boat were suddenly stretched, dragging his feet onto the solid hard surface.

The air filled with gunpowder smoke poured into the lungs, and the thunderous cannons shocked the eardrums. Finally, Bonnet's vision was removed from the barrier of the water, and he could clearly see the star-studded rivets on the ship's hull, as well as the towering rivets piercing the sky. the gunwale!

boom!

A cannon was suddenly fired four or five meters above the head, and the spent gunpowder sprayed all the way like a comet tail, splashing on the skin and making a sizzling sound.

【This will be my ship! 】

【It's my ship! 】

【My ship! 】

【This is my ship! 】

Bonnet looked up to the sky excitedly and screamed, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! This is my boat!"

He took a sudden step, supported the rope, and stepped on the smooth hull with his bare feet.

The mountain-like solid tactile feedback came back, shaking with Bonnet's mighty power, as if even the sky and the earth were trembling.

His roar attracted the attention of the sailors on the deck. The observer looked at the sea monster climbing up the rope in horror, and shouted: "Get on board! A water ghost is on board! He's coming up! He's coming up!"

A warning was sent throughout the ship.

Amani, who had been vaccinated by Emmons a long time ago, was twitched in his heart, and quickly leaned over the guardrail and looked down.

Bonnet is climbing!

The speed is not fast, the momentum is heavy. He supported the shield with one hand, and pulled the rope with the other. The other end of the rope was poked between the upper and middle gun bays, and between No. 3 and No. 4 gun positions.

When did this guy hang up? How did you climb up the distance of more than 200 meters?

Amani couldn't figure it out, and didn't have enough time to figure it out.

Lorraine said that Bonet is a monster, and this monster has the strength to challenge the entire Neptune. Even for a powerful fighter like Lorraine, the only suggestion he can make is to stay away!

stay away from... stay away from...

This monster was clinging to the hull like a gecko, the cannon couldn't hit it, the gun couldn't aim it, and the steel arrow was stuck in just the right place, and it couldn't even cut the rope.

This situation... how to stay away from this situation!

Amani's heart was in a mess, unexpected, nervous, and more importantly, he couldn't find the tension of the moment of life and death at all, and couldn't produce the quick wit and desire to save himself.

It's just a pirate, even if it is allowed in, can it really threaten the Neptune with a crew of 800 people?

"The lower gun door is closed." Shaq's voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Startled, Amani turned her head to see Shaq tilting his head, watching the brave intruder with interest.

"The lower gun doors are locked, the middle gun doors 2 to 6 are locked, the upper gun doors 2 to 6 are ready to go, and the personnel are in place, waiting for orders."

His orders were implemented in the shortest possible time.

The gun doors on the lower floor were originally bolted, because the wind was high and the waves were high, if the gun doors were not bolted, the gun bays would be flooded.

The middle-level gun door retreated in front of Bonnet, and Bonnet almost grabbed the door panel, just a little time away, pulling the rope, and he even heard the crisp sound of the lock box.

"Can a mere piece of wood stop the great Berserker?!!!"

He became angry, stared at Shaq who was probing over the side, and tried his best to wrap the rope around his waist.

He drew his sword!

With a sword in his right hand and a shield in his left hand, ropes are wrapped around his waist, and the hull of a ship is under his feet.

He takes off!

With the ring tail arrow as the center, he swings high into the sky like a pendulum. The power of the berserker allows him to easily jump to heights that ordinary people can hardly imagine, and he is getting higher and higher...

Bonet's pupils shrank suddenly!

gun!

There are four cannons!

On the upper turret, there are four dark gun barrels hidden in the cabin, aiming furtively at the front like a poisonous snake.

There are gunners standing behind the cannon, all of them are covering their ears with their eyes open... Are they ready to go?

"Damn..." / "Fire!!!"

boom! boom! boom! boom!