"Charge!"
Zi Shou raised the Tai'a Sword high, and Chao Lei hurried forward to stop him.
"Your Majesty, our boats are all small and ill-suited to a frontal assault. Your Humble Servant recommends circling around to flank them."
Chao Lei looked troubled. This maneuver was sheer idiocy.
He had served as Navy Admiral for quite some time and had naturally put in the effort. Although he still had not learned to swim, his knowledge of naval warfare was fairly extensive.
The Shang Army's vessels were all crudely built Oilships and Lightships, made by oiling cowhide and lashing it to wood. They did not have a single respectable large ship.
What else could someone be but a fool, charging head-on in boats like these?
If you don't know naval warfare, stop waving your hands around and giving orders!
Zi Shou hoisted the Tai'a Sword again. The harder they tried to dissuade him, the more determined he was to do it!
There was already a cautionary tale: during the Battle of Ruxu, Cao Cao had secretly sent Oilships on a nighttime surprise attack, only for Sun Quan's navy to discover them. What followed was a one-sided tragedy. Could he possibly do better than Boss Cao?
"The people of Shang cannot be humiliated! Zhang Youren was insulted, and we are supposed to skulk and hide? I shall lead the entire army to demand justice for him head-on. The Yue army has a guilty conscience; they cannot possibly stand against us!"
"On my command, charge!"
Chao Lei had nothing to say. His Majesty had even dragged a guilty conscience into it. He offered no further advice. His Majesty's blood had gone to his head, but his intentions were not wrong.
What else could he do? He was not Grand Tutor Wen. He could only