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

　　 This is because probability and data have special properties.

　　 Artificially delineated, artificially collected, artificially modeled, and artificially calculated. The reason for their birth is to serve certain purposes and show the truth from a certain perspective, thus concealing the true reality.

　　 They are inherently true lies, true to absolute, true to beyond doubt.

　　 People who like to use these things often understand their essence and are used to using their characteristics to promote their rigor and improve their credibility.

　　 It does not matter whether the audience believes the content of the words. What is important is that they hope that the audience believes that every word they say is obtained after careful analysis and calculation. The words may be wrong, but they are respectable.

　　 respectable people will naturally not lie to others, so of course the probabilities and data they hold are correct.

　　 This is the paradox.

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

　　 In that case, are these quoted data and probabilities true or false? Is this slander of data and probability false or true?

　　Favna certainly can't answer the question.

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

　　 She doesn't like quoting probability at all.

　　 is just in the first formation. Everyone in the fleet trusts her unconditionally, and believes that as long as there is a way in the world, she must know the way. Over time, I heard and witnessed that the weak Favna was also unconsciously affected, and subconsciously began to believe in herself.

　　 This belief is not blind.

　　 Although the deduction time is short, she still lists the parameters that can affect the cutting side in her mind.

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

　　 Erickson is a traditional single-layer gun bay destroyer, Neptune has three-layer gun bays, and the freeboard is more than 6 meters high.

　　 The gun ports and crew of the Erickson are unknown, but depending on the size of the ship, there will probably not be more than 50 guns/300 people. The Neptune has 47 heavy guns on a single side, and the ship has a crew of 800 people.

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 guns. Shooting at close range, the Erickson had no reason to be able to support it.

　　As a strategic-class power weapon of the world, Tier 1 ship to Tier 5 ship, even special destroyers with the same level of ruling strength like Mystra and Eriksson, their advantages are all-round superior.

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

　　 To explain from another angle, Favna also made a probabilistic creation, so the created product is naturally an indisputable true lie.

　　 The Erickson advances!

　　 Right rudder ten degrees, opened the angle, she cut from the front of Neptune to the port side, and briefly entered the dead corner of the opponent's side shell.

　　 Bonnet raised his metal crossbow high on the gunwale, and put the Neptune into the front sight with his breath, and slowly moved it to the interface of the first sail below the mainmast.

　　 The crosses overlap, and Bonnet pulls the trigger without hesitation.

　　 hum!

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

　　 It passed through a 250-meter gap like electricity, and when it flew close to the Neptune pass, the two ships protruded from the dead corners, and the gunnery that had been ready fired immediately.

　　 Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!

　　 Erickson’s 24-pounder short gun and the Neptune’s 24-pounder long cannon scrambled to project shells at each other. The surface of the sea burst with the roar, and the rising water mist covered the battlefield.

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

　　 "Boom!" Bonnet threw away the steel crossbow with a squeak, "The height difference is ten meters, the left and right are 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 better. Just get directly into the 24-pound gun bay from the gun door..." With red eyes, he wrapped the tow rope of the crossbow on his wrist, turned his head and said to Eugene, "I'll go ahead. Connect the ship and let Eriksson try to stay at the dead end of the artillery shot. Once someone is jammed out of the gun door and approached the ship, all will abandon the ship!"

　　 Eugene struck his chest excitedly: "Yes! Captain!"

　　 "Viking will win!"

　　 With a loud cry, Bonnet leaped high from the ship’s side and plunged into the blue ocean through the sky of mist.

He doesn’t show up or wait and see. His diving posture is hidden in the smog. There is only a slender and humble rope connecting between Neptune and the sea. With his drag, he pulls out a faint pureness on the surface of the sea. No one can find the white water line.

　　250 meters.

Bonnett pulled the rope and strove forward. He heard the sound of hot shells piercing water from time to time, and occasionally solid projectiles hit the hard hull, although for Eriksson and Neptune’s defenses It won't be penetrated in a single blow, but the sound of hammering into the bottom of the sea is as violent as a drumming boat.

　　 He resisted.

The berserkers do not have the breath and watery properties of whalers, and they can swim faster than ordinary people, but their endurance is unmatched. As long as the goal is determined, no matter how dangerous the environment is, they cannot be shaken. His mind.

　　 He kept tugging, tugging, the rope soaked in sea water slipped from his hand twice, but he was immediately dragged both times. At the point where his breath was about to run out, his hand finally touched the smooth rubber-coated bottom of Neptune's boat.

　　 [A pair of eight hundred! 】

　　 Bonnet opened his eyes in the sea, and the scarlet pupils pulled out afterimages.

　　【Before the Normans came to Britain, such things happened every day, and every time, the heroes and powerful Viking warriors won! 】

　　 He held the rope with one hand, his free hand took off the shield from his back and tied it tightly to his arm.

【This is normal! The English are just a group of savage illiterates, gamblers, sheepmen, and Confucians. They are inferiorly worthy of urinating in front of the Vikings. Seeing the sword light, even begging for mercy is an extravagant hope! 】

　　 He kicked his legs and floated towards the light, the blurred water scene became brighter and brighter, and the sound of cannons on the water surface became louder and louder.

　　【I will win! Kill every Englishman you see, turn the best ship in the world into a new flagship, and then...Leif, Lorraine...]

　　 He rushed out of the water with a bang, and the rope hanging on the hull of the ship was so violently stretched that he dragged his foot onto the solid hard surface.

The dense smoke of air poured into the lungs, like the sound of thunder-like cannons shocking the eardrums, Bonnett’s vision was finally removed from the water barrier, and he could clearly see the rivets on the hull of the ship, as well as the towering ones stuck in the sky. The gunwale!

　　 Boom!

　　 A shot was fired at a height of four or five meters above his head, and the burned gunpowder spilled all the way like a comet tail, splashing on the skin with a sizzling noise.

　　 [This will be my boat! 】

　　【It’s my boat! 】

　　【My ship! 】

　　【This is my ship! 】

　　 Bonnet looked up and screamed excitedly: "Ohhhhhhhhhhh! This is my ship!"

　　 He took a sharp step, supported the rope, and stepped barefoot on the smooth hull.

　　 The solid tactile feedback came back like a mountain, and it shook with Bonnet's mighty force, as if even the world was shaking.

　　His roar attracted the attention of the deck sailors. The observer looked at the sea monster climbing up the rope in amazement, and shouted: "Get on the side! There is a water ghost on the side! He is coming up! Coming up!"

　　 The warning message spread throughout the ship.

　　 Amani, who had been vaccinated by Emmons a long time ago, got a **** in his heart and hurriedly leaned over the guardrail and looked down.

　　 Bonnet is climbing!

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

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

　　 Amani couldn't figure it out, and there was not enough time to figure it out.

　　 Lorraine said that Bonnet is a monster. This monster has the ability to challenge the entire Neptune. Even a powerful fighter like Lorraine can only make suggestions to stay away!

　　 far away from... far away from...

　　 This monster is climbing on the hull like a gecko. The cannon can't be shot, the gun can't be aimed. The steel arrow is stuck in the right position, and it can't even cut the rope.

　　This situation...how should we stay away from this situation!

　　 Amani's heart was in a mess, unexpected, nervous, and more importantly, she couldn't find the tension of the moment of life and death, and the eagerness and desire to save herself.

　　 It's just a pirate, even if it is put in, can it really threaten the 800-man Neptune?

　　 "The lower artillery door falls." Shaq's voice suddenly rang around him.

Amani was taken aback, turned his head, and saw Shaq tilting his head, watching the brave intruder with interest~lightnovelpub.net~The lower gun door was locked, the middle gun door locks 2-6 Dead, No. 2 to No. 6 on the upper floor are ready to go, personnel are in place, waiting for orders. "

　　 His orders were implemented in the shortest time.

　　 The guns on the lower level were originally bolted, because the wind is high and the waves are violent.

　　 The middle-level artillery door retreated in front of Bonnet, and Bonnet almost grabbed the door panel. Just a short time ago, pulling the rope, he even heard the crackle of the lock box.

　　 "Can a small plank block the great berserker?!!!"

　　 He was angry, and stared at Shaq who was on the side probe, and used force to wrap the rope around his waist.

　　 He drew the sword!

　　 Right-handed sword, left-handed shield, rope wrapped around his waist, and the hull of the boat under his feet.

　　 He jumped hard!

　　 With the ring tail arrow as the center, he swings high like a pendulum. The power of the berserker makes him easily jump to the height that ordinary people can't imagine, and it is getting higher and higher...

　　 Bonnet’s pupils shrank suddenly!

　　 Cannon!

　　There are four cannons!

　　 On the upper turret, there are a total of four black-hole barrels hidden in the cabin, like a poisonous snake, surreptitiously aiming straight ahead.

　　 Gunners stood behind the gun, all of them with their eyes open and covering their ears... are they ready to go?

　　 "Damn..."/"Fire!!!"

　　 Boom! boom! boom! boom!