dkrc Chapter 601 Number Six Is Born!
Chapter 601 Number Six Is Born!
Song He dormitory.
The walls were covered with data sheets, the floor was covered with scratch paper, and the whole room was white, as if it had experienced a blizzard.
Song He and Xiang Xiaotong were both sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a computer in their left hand and pen and paper in their right hand. The master and apprentice were busy calculating back and forth at a fast pace.
"I don't understand, teacher. I'm obviously the first to kill, and I'm more famous than Ke Anlan, right? Why don't any of them follow me? Don't young people nowadays have a little bit of fighting spirit?"
"Fool, they don't understand mathematics or brain-inspired programming. What can they do with you?"
Song He was shocked, Damn, that’s right, not everyone is good at cutting-edge mathematics. Why didn’t you think of such a simple reason?
The results of the voting in the group were simple and crude. Only Song He and Teacher Xiang were the ones doing math number 6, while the others all rushed to do the practical number 6.
Song He lowered his head and calculated for a long time, then suddenly remembered something, "Didn't you say that Xie Yuanxun should also join the project team? I've been so busy these days, how is he doing?"
"He was cut off by Qi Conglong and became a villain for us." Xiang Xiaotong said, "The Red Brigade also has a honeycomb. He is a technical advisor and will go to the battlefield with the army in a few days."
Song He smiled, Black Glasses could indeed do this kind of thing. If Xie Yuanxun was captured and treated like a cow, Xie Yuanxun would be scolded, but he would also work obediently.
"Do you want to go to the battlefield?" Xiang Xiaotong asked, "Lead a brigade to attack. Maybe we can capture Xie Yuanxun alive or see his body."
"I can't." Song He shook his head repeatedly, "I'm an expert at sitting in the room doing simulation calculations, but I have no experience in leading an army back and forth. I'd better leave the professional work to the professional military students in the group. "
The two masters and apprentices continued to calculate and sort out the entire Sun Bin No. 5 program.
The cooperation between math masters is very comfortable. From time to time, the two will hand each other a piece of paper. The paper is full of calculations. No words are needed. They know what to say at a glance and can even relay work.
It took another two full days, and the two stayed up late to sort out the program, and then came drastic rewriting.
"How to change it?" Song He asked.
"Are you asking me for the first kill?" Xiang Xiaotong was surprised.
"You are the teacher!"
"I'm not good at fighting." Xiang Xiaotong gave him a slight eye roll, "You brat, I suspect you are mocking me."
"I plan to put my thoughts when commanding operations." Song He picked up a piece of data paper and explained, "The key point is probability. My idea is to construct different probability circles at all times to represent enemy and friendly units. According to the probability circle Build a rapid response model.”
"Paint." Xiang Xiaotong pointed at the white paper with his chin.
Song He clicked on the gel pen and quickly drew a schematic diagram. His drawing skills were no different from those in kindergarten, but Xiang Xiaotong understood.
"So after this modification, most of the troop movements are used to test and correct the predicted probability circle?" Xiang Xiaotong suddenly realized, "When the probability is accurate to a certain extent, the enemy's movement will be clear, and the enemy's movement will be clear With clarity, the battle will be easier to fight! You have transformed the battlefield into a probabilistic topology problem!"
"Teacher, do you feel like you have learned something?" Song He looked serious.
"What do you want to say?" Xiang Xiaotong was confused.
"Should you also call me teacher?"
"What a treason!" Xiang Xiaotong stretched out his hand and plucked his ears hard, and a series of wrong and missing begging sounds echoed in the dormitory.
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Military academy dormitory.
The bald man sat in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard, and occasionally picked up the salt-baked peanuts on the plate and threw them into his mouth.
Chao Gai and Dong Chong stood in the back and studied, with expressions of amazement on their faces from time to time. They were obviously shocked by the scene of using soldiers like gods.
Finally, the battle ended, and Sun Bin No. 5 was defeated again!
The bald man lay exhausted on the chair and took a short rest. Chao Gai and Dong Chong quickly went up to squeeze his shoulders, with admiring expressions on their faces.
"Brother Bald, your ultimate form is so awesome!" Chao Gai praised, "Invincible! Even Sun Bin No. 5 is on his knees!"
"Brother Bald, why is he so sad after winning a battle?" Dong Chong said, "Have you won so much that your opponent is lonely?"
"Urgent!" Bald Man sighed, "Combat No. 6 hasn't been fed yet, and he won't be able to come out on the last day. The credit will go to Song He."
"No, no, no! It should be soon!" Chao Gai comforted, "I see there are many more people who defeated Sun Bin No. 5 today. With so much data fed in, No. 6 will be hatched immediately!"
"The real difficulty in delivery must be Song He's side. How can something as complex as Sun Bin AI be modified with bare hands in just a few days?" Dong Chong said, "Chao Gai and I have to thank Brother Tu for taking the initiative to make a Practical No. 6 defeated his Mathematics No. 6, and we finally got our revenge!"
The screen suddenly vibrated!
A broadcast appeared, and the bald man glanced at it, his eyes lit up, and he gave it a high-five!
[Actual Combat No. 6 has been born, and passed the 100-game acceptance test against Sun Bin No. 5, with a 100% winning rate! 】
"It's done!" Chao Gai cheered, as if it was his contribution, "Brother Bald is about to make a contribution!"
"Steady, steady!" Dong Chong was also excited, "Surprised! The final word!"
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"They're done." Song He glanced at the broadcast message.
"It's normal. I've been fed data for so many days." Xiang Xiaotong nodded.
Both the master and the apprentice were extremely calm, sitting side by side at the table, each facing a computer, with a keyboard in his left hand and a mouse in his right hand, busy non-stop.
The two of them were like construction teams digging simultaneously from both ends of the mountain, moving toward each other little by little until they finally met.
"Pa!" Song He hit Enter.
"Bah!" Xiang Xiaotong followed.
Done!
Brand new Sun Bin AI, brand new Mathematics No. 6!
"Come on, let's give it a try." Song He inhaled nervously and clicked.
A new game begins, Mathematics No. 6 versus Sun Bin No. 5.
In a game between AI and AI, there is no need to stick to real time. Both sides can fast forward like crazy. Under normal circumstances, a two-day battle can be played in less than a minute.
Soon, results started popping up on the screen.
In the first game, Mathematics No. 6 lost!
Song He's face suddenly darkened. Xiang Xiaotong glanced at him and said in a relaxed tone, "You have to train for a while, don't be impatient."
In the second game, Mathematics No. 6 was defeated!
The third game, defeated!
Defeat, defeat, defeat...
After losing for half an hour, Xiang Xiaotong's face began to look ugly, and finally the word "victory" suddenly appeared!
Victory and defeat gradually alternated, ups and downs like an electrocardiogram, and the moods of the master and disciple also went up and down.
Finally, the word "defeat" disappeared and the word "win" began to appear continuously!
After a long time, the broadcast came out!
[Mathematics No. 6 has been born, and has passed the 100-game acceptance test against Sun Bin No. 5, with a 100% winning rate! 】
Xiang Xiaotong raised a palm and Song He hit it hard, making a crisp sound.
"It hurts! You broke my wrist!" Xiang Xiaotong said angrily, turning his eyes to the computer and smiling again, "Come on, it's time to show off!"
"Look who is Wukong and who is Liu Er!" Song He said.
The mouse moves and the new acceptance process begins. Sun Bin No. 5 has been swept into the trash heap of history. Now it is Math No. 6 versus Practical No. 6!
Song He held his breath unconsciously, rubbed his hands back and forth, and stared at the computer screen.