Chapter 1,209: A Man Who Fights by Instinct (Part 2)

"My intuition also tells me where is the best position to attack, where the enemy's defenses are weak, whether I have a chance to take off the enemy general's head, and whether it is suitable to launch a pursuit..."

"I relied on my intuition to win the rescue battle 10 years ago."

Having said this, Doppler shrugged again and continued in a half-joking tone:

"If I only had force and no such keen intuition, I might have died on an unknown battlefield long ago."

"...Doppler."

After being silent for a while, Gehande said softly:

"I know your intuition is always accurate."

"I have seen your incredibly accurate intuition countless times."

"But I still have to say what I've told you countless times - don't trust your instincts too much."

"When marching and fighting, the most trustworthy thing is always your carefully considered judgment."

"Intuition is just an ethereal thing after all."

"Doppler, your intuition is indeed very accurate. But can you guarantee that your intuition will always be accurate and correct?"

"No one dares to make such a guarantee."

"No one knows whether your next instinct will be right."

"So Doppler, your behavior of relying on intuition to fight is a bad habit that must be corrected."

"Otherwise, this precise intuition that you are so proud of may harm you one day in the future."

"well……"

As soon as Gehand finished speaking, Doppler let out a long sigh.

As if he was tired of listening to his uncle's endless preaching, a tired look appeared on his face.

"I understand. Uncle, I will correct this bad habit of mine in the future..."

"You know shit!"

Gehande, who suddenly became emotional, spoke inelegant words and raised his hand as if he wanted to hit Doppler on the head.

"I've told you similar words countless times! When did you listen to it and follow it?"

Doppler also quickly made a defensive posture, with a helpless smile on his face, and said in an extremely perfunctory tone wrapped in almost any emotional color:

"Uncle, please save my life."

Just when Gehande's palm was about to hit Doppler's head, his palm stopped in time.

"Oh...you really can't teach this kid..."

After saying that, Gehand lowered his palm, which was only a few hairs away from Doppler's head.

Doppler also immediately lifted the defensive state.

"It feels like our conversation has gone too far..."

Doppler scratched his hair.

"Uncle, how did the two of us come to talk about my intuition?"

Gehande replied immediately without thinking:

"You said your intuition told you that Su Cheng did not lay an ambush or trap near the head of General Judit.

"

"Yes, yes! Our last topic was this!"

"Although I'm not familiar with that Ge Yun Se, I quite like that Ge Yun Se."

"Although I also understand Otto's decision not to immediately send troops to retrieve Geyunse's head."

"But I still can't bear to let his head hang on an enemy warship like this."

"So - I decided!"

Gehande looked at his nephew in front of him with confusion.

"What have you decided again?"

The emotion that appeared on Gehande's face was not only confusion, but also a bit of panic.

Because - based on his 8 years of experience fighting side by side with Doppler, whenever Doppler suddenly says "I have decided!", nothing good will often happen.

"Well..."

The expression on Doppler's face became intriguing.

"Uncle, you will know tomorrow morning."

…

…

The next morning——

The gauze-like mist is tightly locked on the surface of Anga Lake.

The surface of the lake reflected the brilliance of the morning sun.

The mist and morning light blend together, giving Anga Lake a hazy beauty.

It's a pity that waves of chilling air destroyed this hazy beauty.

When the sun just rose above the horizon, the combined fleet and the royal fleet had already spread out their ships and integrated their formations on the surface of Lake Anga.

Otto stood on the bow of the flagship Helis with a stern expression.

While waiting for the ships under his command to integrate into their formation, he stared at the combined fleet on the opposite side, thinking about how to deal with the enemy today.

——Although our army's new warships are large and strong enough, they have poor flexibility.

——Although the warships of the Britannia Army are smaller and not as strong as ours, they are highly flexible.

——In a long-range firefight, our army cannot take advantage...

——In the following battles, we must try our best to avoid long-range battles with the combined fleet...

…

Just when Otto was silently weighing the strengths and weaknesses of his own army and the enemy's army, and thinking about future tactics to face the enemy, an exclamation sounded beside him, bringing his thoughts back to reality.

"Coach! Look at that!"

The person who spoke was a senior general who stayed at the flagship with Otto.

Otto, whose thoughts were brought back to reality, looked in the direction pointed by the senior general's finger.

I saw three warships sailing out of their military formation at the end of the direction they pointed to.

These three warships are all new warships of their Frank Empire.

Otto's eyes widened instantly.

The eyeballs seemed to fall out of his sockets.

"Who is in charge of commanding the battleship?"

Otto shouted with an angry voice.

Otto was so angry now that his head almost exploded.

Judging from the movement trajectories of these three warships that left the military formation in a straight line, it is not difficult to see that these three warships intentionally left the military formation.

A general disobeying military orders and leaving the battle without permission - this is the most taboo among all taboos.

Otto has secretly made up his mind that the generals responsible for commanding these three warships must be executed in public to improve military discipline.

At the same time, Otto also secretly felt strange - in his impression, there should be no such unreasonable people in the Royal Fleet.

Before the attack order was issued, he privately led the ship to leave the formation - Otto really couldn't think of anyone in the royal fleet under his command who could do such a thing with such disregard for military discipline.

"Does anyone have better eyesight?!"

Otto shouted to all the generals beside him.

"Help me take a look! Who commands those three ships!"

In order to make it easier to identify who is commanding each ship, a huge number is painted on the mast of each ship in the Royal Fleet.

As long as you see the serial numbers of these three warships, you can know who the commander-in-chief of these three warships is.

As soon as Otto finished speaking, a group of generals who were confident in their vision around him immediately lay down on the railings of the battleship, stretching their necks and widening their eyes, trying to distinguish between the three paintings. The serial number on the mast of a battleship.