Fang Xiang gritted his teeth and glared at Fatty, listening to the idiot striking a strategic pose and continuing:
"Our combat methods are very different from those of traditional fleets. In the barrier zone, although we can smoothly launch the first wave of attacks on the enemy, our speed advantage and our ramming beak advantage are not easily exploited in areas filled with asteroids. If an emergency arises, it is also not conducive to our retreat."
"Consider defeat before contemplating victory!" Fatty raised his index finger, his chubby face serious like a bun: "Safety first. Whatever battle we fight, we must be ready to run at any moment. If the timing isn't right, retreat quickly. These eight words are the first guiding principle for the bandit army's future operations. Everyone should understand that in life, we must hold reverence. Fear of death is actually a very noble sentiment!"
