"Time is running out..."
Sun Saint Noon. Black stared intently at the overlook map floating in the center, frowning, "Is that Ramollok betting that the opponent will definitely take the water route, intending to launch a preemptive ambush at the confluence? This doesn't make sense."
Elisa Logan pinched the cheek of the boy in her arms, lazily resting her chin on his shoulder, and curiously asked, "Why doesn't it make sense?"
"Because timing is too difficult to nail down."
Black's face turned slightly red as he looked away and coughed lightly, "Water battles centered around warships are very different from land battles. Although there are relatively fast reconnaissance ships, their concealment and mobility are much worse than land scouts or mobile reconnaissance teams. The reconnaissance range is limited, and the targets are very obvious."
Elisa blinked, then mischievously ran her slender, fair index finger over Black's leg, "So~ what~?"
"Ugh!"
