Ice Sea Lord: Starting with Intelligence Update

He Feng forced a calm expression and asked, "Who is the other party? How much further?"

"Sir, they are three ordinary icebreakers. The men on guard have counted them; they are about 12 nautical miles away," a crew member replied.

Hearing that it was just an ordinary ship, He Feng felt half relieved. As long as it wasn't a drifting fortress, there was still a chance for everything to be explained.

After all, nobody wants to go up against a fully armed and heavily armed drifting fortress.

"12 nautical miles, that's very close, but the gunners still can't hit it, there's still a buffer time," He Feng thought to himself.

"Moreover, it seems they're not from the same family," he continued, glancing at He Feng's face from time to time to see his reaction.

"What do you mean?" He Feng raised an eyebrow and glared at the crew member, his interest in him growing. He was unfamiliar with this person; he must be from the slave side.

His face was mature and weathered, and his hands were calloused, a clear sign of a seasoned seafarer.

He Feng's response was an acceptance of his answer.

Seeing that He Feng didn't care about his overstepping his bounds in reporting to a higher level, he immediately felt that his opportunity had come.

He immediately started talking non-stop.

"Normally, when sailing at sea, it is powerful icebreakers that clear the way for ordinary ships. How could there be icebreakers following behind ordinary ships? That doesn't make sense."

"The two ships behind are clearly armed, yet they're relentlessly tailing the stern of the ship in front. The lead ship's wake is extremely erratic; it doesn't look like it's escorting a ship, but rather... a pursuit!"

"That's why I dare to speak my opinion to you, Chief."

"That's good, very constructive." He Feng nodded slightly, his eyes full of approval.

"Tell me your name, citizen!" He Feng's voice was firm and resolute.

The middle-aged man in front of him was overjoyed; such good news made him practically burst with happiness, and he couldn't hide his secret delight.

He had tried to use his talents during the Skua's time, but every time he offered advice, the blockheaded pirates not only ignored him, but also beat him up.

This new lord is kind and generous, and definitely a smart man!

Zhou Haiping has finally seen his day.

"My name is Zhou Haiping, and I used to be the boiler operator on this fortress."

Zhou Haiping smiled憨厚ly, scratching the back of his head with his left hand, his eyes almost squinting into slits.

"Zhou Haiping, can you read?" He Feng asked in a low voice.

"Yes, yes! What are your orders, Lord?" Zhou Haiping knelt down on one knee with remarkable quickness. At this moment, his breathing was heavy and hot, and his joy had turned into fervor.

"The observation platform is short of an observer. Go and report on this after this is over," He Feng said casually, walking past him in a calm and natural tone.

Being an observer was one of the few lucrative jobs on the Blue Ship. All they had to do was observe the surroundings from the lookout tower every day and report back to He Feng.

Compared to other physically demanding jobs, this is practically like being a tea server.

Moreover, as the former navigator, He Feng would undoubtedly be able to expose any data falsification.

Zhou Haiping's eyes snapped open, his head throbbing with excitement.

"I am willing to go through fire and water for my lord."

After a near-shouting oath, he eagerly got up and followed He Feng to organize the evacuation of the personnel on site.

……

The crab meat and shells were all packed in, and the white crab meat glowed with a fluorescent light. It was incredibly sweet and delicious, even when eaten raw.

If there's a chance to sell it to a wealthy person on the Ice Sea, it could be a lucrative business.

The crab shells have been transported into the machine tools mounted on the ship's hull, which are operating at high speed. Presumably, it won't be long before they produce several rounds of powerful giant crab-shaped machine guns.

The enormous harvest thrilled every member of the Azure crew, and they couldn't stop praising He Feng's foresight and generosity during their conversations.

Today's first step has been solid enough.

This spot was also marked on the map by He Feng. The location of the large number of mineral-eating giant crabs is not easy to find. If used well, it can be used as a fixed meal ticket every year.

The internal cranes continuously rose and fell, safely transporting each member of the Blue Ocean aboard back to their home.

He Feng stood on the observation platform, his eyes focused on the ordinary ship being relentlessly pursued. The cold wind ruffled his trench coat, making him look somewhat stern.

The three ships, originally the size of shrimp, appeared much larger from a distance. He Feng stretched out his thumb and raised it high, revealing that the distance between the three ships was now as wide as a finger's width.

Zhou Haiping followed respectfully beside him, taking notes on the surrounding wind speed, humidity, and other data.

it's time.

He Feng pulled the red rope beside him, connecting it to the bronze bell in the main control room to issue commands.

"Clang~ clang~ clang~ clang"

It is the fourth tone, and correspondingly, the whistle should be sounded four times.

On the Arctic Ocean, although the primitive society was as savage as a dark forest, some unspoken "rules of the Arctic Ocean" arose.

Very simple.

Two blasts of the horn mean you're just passing by and don't want to communicate; three blasts mean you need to negotiate and hope for an equal exchange; four blasts are a stern warning, a battle cry before an attack!

These brief four beeps sent a chill down the spines of the crew of the Azure, and the operator nervously pressed the whistle button.

The four tones are concise and powerful.

This indicates that if the enemy enters the attack range, the Azure will definitely engage in a fierce battle.

After this warning, the two armed ships became even more impatient, frantically increasing their speed, but still maintaining a slight distance from the lead ordinary ship.

The loudspeakers on the Azure were also put back into use, broadcasting the countdown from these stubborn guys.

"The enemy has reached the maximum range of artillery strikes, currently 3 nautical miles away."

The three ships were still chasing each other. He Feng, sitting on the watchtower, had a dark face, and the gold-plated compass in his hand was creaking under his grip.

"Correction: now 2.5 nautical miles away."

The Azure began to turn around, and the eight 32-pounder cannons gradually raised their barrels, which extended from their gun ports. The pungent smell of black powder filled the narrow space of the lower deck, like the breath of death.

"Correction: The distance is now 2 nautical miles."

He Feng gently tapped the microphone in his hand, preparing for the final adjustments before issuing the command.

"1.5 nautical miles. Note that this is within the effective range for artillery fire."

He Feng cleared his throat, preparing to announce the execution of these arrogant fools.

At his last glance, the ordinary ship at the front caught his eye.

The flags fluttered atop the mast, the white flags embroidered with a white passenger dove, dancing in the wind.

It's not a passenger pigeon, it's more like a crow.

Memories flashed through his mind, eventually connecting in a chain, instantly putting him on alert.

These are the refugees from White Raven City!

Without the slightest hesitation, He Feng gripped the microphone and issued the highest priority instruction to everyone.