More than one person had said that when a commander had to personally take to the battlefield and hack at the enemy, the battle was already on the verge of being lost. But Yu Lian remained firmly convinced that every situation had to be judged on its own merits. As long as it could boost his soldiers' morale, deal the greatest possible blow to the enemy, and bring victory, then the danger of leading from the front was hardly worth mentioning.
At this point in the battle, there was little difference between sitting aboard the flagship and moving through the vacuum of space in person.
Riding a dragon into battle at a crucial moment, using a psychic's strength beyond mortal imagination to play a decisive role on the meat grinder of a battlefield where ordinary people and technology clashed—this had always been a signature tactic of the Galactic Empire.
And in the present day, the person best at using this tactic was none other than Queen Brunhilde of the Ring of Miracles. The eighty-two-minute battle at the Ring of Miracles was the greatest proof of that.
As for Yu Lian... he hadn't actually made a habit of it before. After all, as a cautious carrier partisan, he'd thought even battleships should be consigned to the dustbin of history. He'd always felt that relying on brute force to play at the art of war was a step backward. That was a way to fight from the age of cold weapons! They were in the space age, for crying out loud. Couldn't they at least use some of the tools capitalism had to offer?
What was more, neither in his previous life nor the one before that had he received any proper commander training. He'd always preferred to leave those otherworldly battles