Chapter 116 Shifting the Blame

Sometimes, the information provided by intelligence is not very accurate; often it only gives a general idea.

To see only a part of the whole picture means to never have a narrow perspective.

Moreover, at such a critical juncture.

Predicting the overall development of the situation based on a general direction invariably indicates that this is a game of strategy.

Enemy shells are likely to be outside of intelligence.

He Feng has survived to this day by picking up and speculating from the true and false, vague intelligence, and by following the massive amount of information step by step.

This means he has to be cautious, absolutely cautious.

Just as absolute is better than relative, and relative is better than high probability.

There is no room for error among all possible choices.

Holding the lives of everyone on board in his hands, this weight would keep every lord with a brain sufficiently clear-headed.

He Feng held the steering wheel with his right hand, constantly monitoring the changes on the instrument panel.

The left hand requires more delicate operation, needing him to keep his eyes fixed on the pressure gauge to ensure normal valve output.

Slowly raise the pressure control lever to ensure that the airflow through the valve does not exceed the acceptable range and is always kept at the safest level of steam density in the furnace.

A good captain needs to have a thorough understanding of his beloved ship.

After all, you need to know how to pedal so as not to damage the oxen, and how much the oxen graze on the plow will not die from exhaustion.

After this period of adjustment, we have become more proficient.

Second gear is activated, a privilege reserved for powertrains with first-order performance. This allows them to withstand higher temperatures and has a relatively better thermal energy conversion rate.

Now, the speed of the fortress is steadily increasing, both in terms of perceived speed and actual speed.

15 kilometers per hour, that's what he sees right now.

The brass pointer indicating the rate wobbled slowly, pointing straight to a larger number.

"Increase the oxygenation rate; the current rate is not fast enough."

He Feng urged the boiler workers on, a trace of anxiety still lingering in his heart.

Before long, the fortress's speed will return to normal cruising speed, and this is absolutely necessary.

Only by reaching a cruising speed of 70 kilometers per hour can one escape the enemy's encirclement. The slower the speed, the more likely one is to fall into an encirclement that the enemy has unintentionally created.

Of course, this is not the most anxiety-inducing thing.

The intelligence agencies only issue warnings, but don't provide the enemy's exact location; everything depends on gut feeling.

Every second is a gamble, every moment is a fine-tuning of course, trying to avoid exposing oneself to the enemy's line of sight as much as possible.

After all, you have a Tier 2 BOSS hanging on the bow of your ship. Everyone would want to come and take a look. If you are discovered, it's almost like a death sentence.

All of the Azure's weapons and equipment were moved to the stern warehouse to be used as ballast.

Playing a firepower contest in front of a Tier 2 fortress is pointless; it's just putting on a show.

While He Feng was still assessing the severity of the crisis, a violent explosion suddenly rang in his ears.

A violent shockwave slammed into the Azure, even causing the fresh snow that had accumulated on the fortress to tremble and fall off.

That's a sound only high-level weapons can produce.

He Feng looked up at the window and was horrified to see a huge mushroom cloud rising from the spot where he had just left.

Flames shot into the sky, instantly shattering and breaking apart all the surrounding ice layers, turning the entire icy sea into a broken mirror.

It transformed into a landscape of countless ravines and gullies, with towering waves crashing down, creating a tsunami hundreds of meters high.

The scattered seawater, mixed with varying amounts of ice, turned into hailstones that pelted the walls of the Azure Ship with a "clanging" sound.

"No way, man, this is a real battle of immortals!"

He Feng's face twitched slightly, his eyes blinked repeatedly, but he couldn't utter a word.

Most people would be terrified of such a devastating weapon, but He Feng only remained surprised for a moment before calming down.

This attack was not targeted; he boldly speculated that it was likely an indiscriminate attack.

The Azure was approximately 30 nautical miles from the blast site, out of sight.

This at least proves that the target is not the Blue.

"Increase the fuel delivery speed without any interruption."

The order was issued immediately; it was the best plan he could think of at the moment.

The fortress's speed suddenly increased to 20 kilometers per hour, then to 25 kilometers per hour.

"Faster, faster!" He Feng roared.

The workers were forced to exert every ounce of their strength, and dared not slacken in the face of their survival instinct.

In just a few minutes, it eventually reached a speed of up to 30 kilometers per hour.

The fortress stood on the turbulent, undulating sea, where horses galloped freely.

They ran frantically towards a location far away from the explosion site.

The tsunami gradually subsided, and the last ripples from the explosion completely disappeared.

He Feng knew that it was only the prologue before the madness began.

If he wasn't mistaken, by this time someone had probably already discovered that someone had successfully taken down the second-tier BOSS.

Soon more and more people will realize this, and then the situation will definitely become even more chaotic.

At this moment, the radio equipment on the fortress, which had been covered in dust, suddenly emitted a faint, intermittent sound.

This radio equipment is not powered. The fact that it can produce sound means that there must be a strong electromagnetic signal propagating in the vicinity, or at least the power is not low.

This proves that there is regional broadcasting nearby, and that it is a powerful Tier 2 fortress capable of owning a radio station.

The received signal is generally not locked to a specific location.

Moreover, understanding how the current situation is entirely beneficial to them is worth a try.

He Feng pondered for a moment, then turned the knob on the radio to find the best frequency.

After a slight adjustment, the distorted information became exceptionally clear in the corresponding frequency band.

[This is the Rockbreaker. Everyone here has worked incredibly hard to defeat the boss. Now, some people are hogging the spoils and have taken everything. If you have any brains, get out here right now. If you dare to act like this again, don't blame me for throwing explosive magnesium grenades at some of them.]

[This is the Skyhawk. If you've obtained the BOSS's corpse, please don't hide it. Everyone put in a lot of effort for this battle. It would be a bit unpleasant to swallow it all, wouldn't it?]

[Explosive Rock: You think talking will work? I think your half-hearted attitude is the biggest threat. I can't stand people with ulterior motives, so stop pretending.]

[Skyhawk: Rockburst, what do you mean? You're trying to mess with me, aren't you? Everyone's worried about losing the boss, but you're the only one who's really anxious, aren't you? You'll probably be pretending to cry when it comes time to divide the loot.]

[Explosive Rock: Believe it or not, I'll give you a good blast right now and teach your foul mouth a lesson.]

[Skyhawk: I'm so anxious! Stop just talking! My Skyhawk's Sky Shield is still usable, but how many of your Explosive Magnesium Bombs do you have?!]

……

More fortresses joined the debate, engaging in a lively war of words, each trying to minimize their own responsibility.

He Feng listened, and his mind began to make even more plans, a sly smile spreading across his face.