"Is this really a good idea?" Burgess could tell their intentions just by looking at the formations of the two fleets. "They're completely focused on Jazz. Won't dividing their attention during the war make them easy to exploit?"
Ronglin smiled faintly. "My guess is that, to prevent too many mistakes, they'll tighten their lines and become more cautious with their tactical arrangements. Under these circumstances, our strength far surpasses the enemy's. If we're also more cautious and meticulous, this battle may become much easier. We might even reduce a great deal of unnecessary casualties and losses."
Burgess finally understood. Ronglin had thrown out Jazz as bait, putting the Second and Third Fleets on edge and forcibly raising their guard against the enemy. He wanted them to face this war with everything they had, rather than let yesterday's victory go to their heads.
"But..." Burgess pointed into the distance with tears streaming down his face. "Captain, Jazz has led the most elite force under your command straight at that naval reserve force at sea!"
After Jazz steered his boat into the battlefield, he quickly examined the formations of the Second and Third Fleets with the little battlefield knowledge he had learned from Caesar and Jinbe over the past few days. He found that they were both in excellent condition. There was nothing he could really interfere with, and after looking around, he had no idea what to attack other than the Lodun Marines at sea or that island.
So, without hesitation, Jazz cheerfully led nine people in a small boat and charged straight toward that naval force of more than ten warships!
"Fuck!"
The people of the Second and Third Fleets immediately saw this scene. Other than cursing furiously, what else could Bilida and Anrield do?
"Full speed ahead! Take the