Actually, Yu Lian thought Horatio Vane was still being a little too modest.
In his eyes, his red-haired nemesis was also a born master of battlefield strategy—in ancient times, he would have been called a natural-born general. This kind of commander could always find the enemy's weak points amid the blood and chaos of war, then launch a deadly assault. By that logic, they ought to be just as good at finding a way to escape or break through, right?
That was why he had become so absorbed in luring the enemy out and conducting reconnaissance.
Yu Lian hoped Horatio would recognize his abilities sooner. Otherwise, a fine, hard-hitting general who could take the fight straight to the enemy had become a dedicated reconnaissance specialist in this timeline. It was a bit of a waste.
Hopefully, he was just worrying over nothing.
The fleet Horatio Vane commanded had left the Babel star system on January 18. The carrier fleet led by Senior Eleanor departed on January 21. Judging by the way the forces had been divided and the plans for their advance, Yang Xiyi seemed to be serious about carrying out his "cut off one finger" operation.
To be honest, Yu Lian still wasn't very confident that the plan would succeed.
Fortunately, Yang Xiyi didn't seem very confident either.
He said, "Don't worry. I do have a bit of a personal grudge against General Metig, and wanting to wipe him out was just something I said in the heat of the moment. The fleet's top priority is, of course, to survive. Everything is for survival. Existence is everything."
Yu Lian breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'll look for a chance to destroy the enemy, but only if I can preserve my own forces."
Teacher Yang was truly an honest gentleman.