"They think we're on the same wavelength as them." Tang Mo rubbed the bridge of his nose, gathered his spirits, and said, "The other side believes their main goal is to defeat our fleet, so they think that's definitely our goal too."
Tang Mo found his rhythm as soon as he started speaking. Listening to others made him feel a bit drowsy, but once he spoke, he felt much better.
"They guessed correctly! We are indeed planning to do this." He looked at his Navy Supreme Commander and instantly regained sixty percent of his imposing aura, "Since they want a battle, we will grant their wish!"
"Your Majesty, what do you mean?" Bernard was taken aback; strategically, following the enemy's plan seemed unwise.
"They have confidence in the size of their fleet, and I have more confidence in the quality of the Great Tang Empire Navy's fleet!" Tang Mo said confidently, "Since the other side seeks a decisive battle, we shall give them that opportunity."
