Generally speaking, people who like to quote [probability] and [data] in language tend to be strong, expressive and full of acting talent.


    This is because probability and data have special properties.


    Artificial delineation, artificial collection, artificial modeling and artificial calculation. The reason why they were born is to serve some purposes and show the true image of a certain perspective, so as to cover the real reality.


    They are born true lies, true to absolute, true to no doubt.


    People who like to use these things often understand their essence and are used to flaunting their preciseness and improving their public trust with their characteristics.


    It doesn''t matter whether the audience believes the content of the words. What matters is that they want the audience to believe that every sentence they say is obtained after careful analysis and calculation. It may be wrong, but people are respectable.


    Respectable people naturally don''t lie, so the probability and data they hold are of course correct.


    This is the paradox.


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


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


    Favna can''t give the answer to the problem.


    Because her personality is neither publicized nor strong, she has no desire for expression, and she has no ability to perform in front of people.


    She doesn''t like quoting probability at all.


    But in the first formation, everyone in the fleet trusted her unconditionally. She believed that as long as there was a method in the world, she would know the method. Over time, hearing and witnessing, the weak fafuna was unconsciously affected and subconsciously began to believe in herself.


    This belief is not blind.


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


    The Eriksson is only slightly longer than the Mistra. The length of the nepton is more than 70 meters, and the length difference between the two sides is more than 20 meters.


    Eriksson is a traditional single-layer gun chamber destroyer. Nipton has three-layer gun chambers and the freeboard is more than 6 meters high.


    Eriksson''s gun door and crew are unknown, but the ship type is probably no more than 50, with 300 people. The nipton has 47 heavy guns on one side alone, with 800 people on board.


    There is also defense. The 24 pound short guns of Mistra and Guna can obviously damage the hull of the Eriksson. In the face of the close fire of dense and higher output 24 pound and 32 pound long heavy guns, the Eriksson has no reason to support it.


    As a major strategic power in the world, class I ships are superior to class V ships. Even special destroyers with the same level of ruling strength, such as Mistra and Eriksson, have all-round advantages.


    She couldn''t think of Eriksson''s way to successfully connect with nipton, and 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 [connection success rate 0].


    From another point of view, fafuna also made a probability creation, so the created product is undoubtedly a true lie.


    The Eriksson is advancing!


    The starboard rudder is ten degrees, and the included angle is opened. She cuts to the port from directly in front of nipton, and briefly enters the dead corner of the opponent''s side shelling.


    Bonette raised his metal crossbow high on the side of the ship, held his breath, put the nepton into the sight, and slowly moved to the interface of the first yard below the main mast.


    When the cross overlapped, bonette pulled the trigger without hesitation.


    Buzz!


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


    It passed through a 250 meter long gap like electricity. At the pass near the nipton, the two ships successively highlighted the dead corner, and the ready side guns fired immediately.


    Boom, boom! Boom, boom!


    Eriksson''s 24 pound short gun and the nipton''s 24 pound long gun scrambled to throw shells at each other. The sea burst in the roar, and the rising water mist cage covered the battlefield.


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


    "Boo!" bonette spat and threw away the crossbow. "The height difference is about ten meters, and the left and right difference is seven or eight meters. Even with weapons, the great crazy soldiers are really not good at these sneaky things."


    "But now the position seems to be better, as long as he directly enters the 24 pound gun cabin from the gun door..." with red eyes, he wrapped the towline of the crossbow arrow around his wrist, turned his head and said to Eugene, "I''ll connect the side first and let Eriksson try to maintain at the dead corner of the shelling. Once someone is stuffed out of the gun door, close to the side, and all abandon the ship!"


    Eugene knocked excitedly on his chest: "yes, commander!"


    "Viking will win!"


    With a loud cry, bonette jumped down from the side of the ship and plunged into the blue ocean through the mist.


    He didn''t look up and wait. His diving posture hid in the haze. Only a slender and inconspicuous rope was connected between nipton and the sea. With his dragging, he pulled out a light pure white water line on the sea, which no one could find.


    250 meters.


    Bonette pulled the rope and pushed forward. From time to time, he heard the sound of hot shells drilling into the water, and occasionally solid bullets hitting the hard hull. Although it was not easy to break through the defense of Eriksson or nipton, the sound of hammering was as violent as a drum boat at the bottom of the sea.


    He held back.


    Crazy soldiers do not have the breath and water nature different from ordinary people like whalers, and their swimming speed is no faster than ordinary people, but their endurance is unmatched. As long as the goal is determined, even the most dangerous environment can not shake his mind.


    He kept pulling, pulling, and the rope soaked in sea water slipped from his hand twice, but he immediately grabbed both times. At the point when his breath was about to run out, his hand finally touched the smooth glue wrapped bottom of nipton.


    [one to eight hundred!]


    Bonette opened his eyes in the sea, and the scarlet pupils pulled out the shadow.


    [before the Normans came to Britain, such things happened every day, and every time, the brave and powerful Viking soldiers won!]


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


    [that''s normal! English people are just a group of savages composed of illiterates, gamblers, shepherds and Rufu. They are only fit to shit and pee in front of Viking. They even hope for luck when they see the sword light!]


    He kicked his legs and floated towards the light. The blurred water features became brighter and brighter, and the gunfire on the water became louder and louder.


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


    He rushed out of the water with a crash, and the rope hanging from the hull stretched violently, dragging his feet on the solid hard surface.


    The smoke of gunpowder poured into his lungs, and the thunder like gunfire shocked his eardrums. Bonett finally took off the barrier of water and saw the rivets on the hull and the towering side of the sky!


    Boom!


    A sudden shot was fired four or five meters above the head, and the burnt gunpowder spilled all the way like a comet tail, splashing on the skin and making a nourishing sound.


    This will be my boat


    It''s my boat


    [my boat!]


    This is my boat


    Bonette shouted excitedly, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, this is my boat!"


    He took a sudden step, supported the rope and trampled barefoot on the smooth hull.


    The mountain like solid tactile feedback came back and shook with bonite''s great power, as if the world was shaking.


    His roar attracted the attention of the deck sailors. The observer looked at the sea monster climbing the rope in panic and shouted: "connect the side! A water ghost connects the side! He''s coming up! He''s coming up!"


    The alarm spread all over the ship.


    Amani, who had been vaccinated by Emmons for a long time, took a pumping in his heart and quickly fell down to the guardrail and looked down.


    Bonette is climbing!


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


    When the hell 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 Bonet was a monster. This monster had the strength to challenge the whole Neptune. Even a strong soldier like Lorraine could only put forward suggestions away!


    Stay away from


    The monster climbed on the hull like a gecko. It couldn''t be hit by the artillery and aimed by the gun. The steel arrow was poked in the right position and couldn''t even cut the rope.


    This situation... How can this situation be far away!


    Armani''s heart is in a mess, unexpected and nervous. More importantly, she can''t find the tension of life and death, and can''t produce the urgency and desire to save herself.


    It''s just a pirate. Even if it''s put in, can it really threaten the nipton with 800 people?


    "The lower gun gate is off." Shaq''s voice suddenly rang around him.


    Armani was startled and turned his head. He saw that Shaq was looking at the brave intruder with his head tilted.


    "The lower gun door is locked, the middle guns 2 to 6 are locked, and the upper guns 2 to 6 are waiting for departure. Personnel are in place and waiting for orders."


    His order was carried out in the shortest time.


    The lower gun door was originally bolted, because the wind was high and the waves were fast. If the gun door was not bolted, the gun cabin would be flooded.


    The middle-level gunner withdrew the gun and dropped the box in front of bonette. Bonette almost grabbed the door panel. He even heard the crisp sound of locking the box when he pulled the rope for a little time.


    "Can a board block the great crazy soldiers?!"


    He was angry, stared at Shaq, who was on the board, and made a force to wrap the rope around his waist.


    He pulled out his sword!


    Right hand sword, left hand shield, rope wrapped around the waist, stepping on the hull at the foot.


    He took off!


    With the ring tail arrow as the center of the circle, he swings high into the air like a pendulum. The power of the crazy soldier makes him jump easily to a height that ordinary people can''t think of, and higher and higher


    Bonette''s pupils contracted violently!


    Gun!


    There are four guns!


    In the upper turret, there were four black barrels hidden in the cabin, secretly aiming straight ahead like a poisonous snake.


    Behind the guns, there were Gunners standing with their eyes open and their ears covered... Are they waiting to start?


    "Damn..." fire!!!!!"


    Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!