Ice Sea Lord: Starting with Intelligence Update

Inside the lowest cabin of the Azure, the coldest and dampest air in the entire fortress lingered, making the place feel stifling and suffocating.

It was like a dark room where inanimate objects were stored, filled with a sense of alienation that kept living people away.

The stifling air passed through the nostrils of the prisoners in White Crow City, occasionally causing them to gasp for breath. The rusty and dilapidated surroundings only served to highlight their plight.

They lay sprawled haphazardly behind the metal cages, their faces ashen and devoid of any light.

They considered themselves prisoners about to be tortured, with little chance of survival.

His pupils were unfocused, he was oblivious and insensitive, as if he could no longer bear any life, like a shell whose soul had been erased.

They let the condensation from the steam pipes drip onto their faces, run down their skin, through their tattered polyester uniforms, and across the mottled wounds on their bodies.

Morale had collapsed, and frustration and despair were rising around them, no matter how they were manipulated.

There were eight people like this in the entire prison.

There were only about 30 brothers who had worked alongside them before.

They were all dead, and their deaths were extremely low-class and utterly dishonorable.

At this moment, a person managed to prop himself up by leaning against the wall.

The middle-aged man, his neck bruised and bloodied from being strangled, barely managed to wrap himself in his thin clothes and whistled at the prisoners of war huddled in the four corners of the cell.

A sharp whistle suddenly rang out, creating a slight ripple and awakening their wandering souls.

"Hehehe! Stop staring blankly, look over here!" He knocked on the tin wall next to him.

This commotion broke the deathly silence, and for once, the emaciated crowd raised their heads again.

"We haven't even met the King of Hell yet! What's with all this venting? It's such bad luck!"

"Jing Sheng, you've suddenly become all high and mighty here. Go somewhere cool and stay there. Do you really think we'll let you off the hook?"

A soldier with half his face disfigured suddenly straightened up, gripped the iron cage with both hands, and roared relentlessly.

"Me, a rational and objective person?" Jing Sheng snorted coldly, kicked the wall hard, and the force made him lose his balance slightly. He managed to stand up straight after regaining his balance.

"If I hadn't had that kind of quick thinking under pressure and pointed my gun at that stupid high-ranking official, would the Blue Ocean have given us the chance to be captured?"

It's my fault for letting you breathe here and sulk with me, otherwise we guys would have been bitten to death by sea monsters on the spot.

"And don't you dare turn your anger on your own people! That damned internal affairs officer almost strangled me to death, you know that!" Jing Sheng rubbed his still aching neck and hissed.

"You!" Realizing he was in the wrong, the prisoner threw his coat on the ground and then simply sat down in the corner and remained silent.

"Tch, coward," he muttered to himself.

His face then contorted in anger, and he furiously slammed his fists against the iron wall repeatedly, producing dull thuds.

"Ugly! Ugly! This battle was truly fucking ugly!"

This bizarre scene silenced everyone around, who looked at each other helplessly.

This is a terrible war, everyone knows that.

Who is in charge? It's that damned parachuted-in high-ranking official.

They are the masters who live a life of luxury inside the fortress every day, and the best things are offered to them.

Lacking proper naval command skills, they issued instructions that were amateurish yet frivolous.

They know in their hearts that White Crow City is now utterly corrupt.

Would they dare to object? Not a single word!

Reality forces no one to dare to disobey.

They need living space, beds, and food rations that are being cut off daily.

Some people have considered sneaking away to work for other fortresses, since it doesn't matter where they work, as long as they can make a living.

Their fate was the horrifying punishment of being branded with steam.

The person is strapped to a high-pressure steam nozzle, and subjected to intensely hot steam turbulence, which boils their face until it becomes soft and mushy, and their flesh and bones fall off layer by layer...

The wails were instantly drowned out by the hiss of steam, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into human-shaped pieces of minced meat.

They have lost count of how many examples have been used to warn others.

So he could only grit his teeth and keep going, using the dignity of a soldier to deceive his increasingly empty stomach.

But now...

No one knows what will happen next, so they can only offer useless prayers or simply give up and give up.

Still stomping his feet in anger, Jing Sheng was still in high spirits and began pointing fingers at the chaotic battle.

"The disparity in sea control and equipment is enormous; even a dog couldn't possibly lose to this. That bastard should be kicked out on the spot!"

"Don't go too far, be careful..." a soldier kindly reminded him.

"Be careful? Be careful of what!" Jing Sheng retorted sharply. "I joined the army for military merit, and I came to White Crow City from other fortresses so I wouldn't be just a common soldier!"

He suddenly threw his tattered military uniform on the ground, spat on it, and stomped on it fiercely.

"And the result? I got a perfect score in military skills, unmatched in simulated combat, and a perfect score in every category! These bugs have kept me a lowly soldier all this time!"

"Tell me, what am I still doing there? Am I just going to be a burden to that high-ranking official?!" Jing Sheng's anger suddenly flared up, and he roared with bloodshot eyes.

At that moment, a clear voice suddenly broke in.

"That's a great idea. Anyone interested in working with me?"

"Who do you think you are, expecting me to work for you? You should take a good look at yourself first..." Jing Sheng retorted contemptuously, still seething with anger, and slowly turned around...

That one glance felt like an eternity.

He Feng looked at Jing Sheng with a serene expression. His burly body, even accommodating Jing Sheng's hunched posture due to his injury, suddenly bent down, showing particular respect.

Jing Sheng stammered, unable to speak, his whole body frozen as he turned around, unable to utter a word.

"You...you...are..."

"I am He Feng, the lord of the fortress you are pursuing."

He Feng spoke slowly and deliberately, without a trace of disrespect in his tone, his sincerity evident.

The lord! It was actually the lord himself who came and even took the initiative to talk to him. This incongruous scene not only left him, but also all the prisoners in the underground dungeon, in a state of disbelief and stunned silence.

Moreover, He Feng even placed his hand on Jing Sheng's shoulder in a gesture of goodwill. This series of shocks caused a buzzing in Jing Sheng's mind, and his brain was completely overwhelmed by a massive amount of information.

He Feng then continued to offer his condolences, as if he were considering the opinion of a trusted minister.

"Are you very knowledgeable about naval warfare?"

Upon hearing this, Jing Sheng, who immediately realized what was happening, stopped hesitating and spoke with great excitement and conviction.

"My military command skills are absolutely unmatched by others. The fact that you can see that I have this quality proves that you are definitely a wise and capable ruler."

"If you join me, what would you want to be?" He Feng asked, his pupils shifting slightly.

"Marshal, I want to be the marshal who commands ten thousand troops!"