"You're overthinking it." Fang Xiang placed a hand on Fatty's shoulder and said softly, "This is war, isn't it? War always involves sacrifices. The means of war is slaughter. If someone wants to fight you, the only thing you can do is defeat them. Losses will always happen, but as long as you can keep them within an acceptable range, that's a victory. There's no war without casualties."
"In one battle I lost twenty-seven percent!" Fatty lamented, his face twitching with pain, "By the second battle, I can only fight with three-quarters of my forces, losses will reach up to fifty percent. By the third battle, I'll be completely annihilated!"
"Though there are many madmen," Fang Xiang said, "It's not certain you'll come across all of them. If this was reality, I wouldn't fight you this way. If I found I couldn't crush your fleet, I'd retreat."
"What if I run into them?" Fatty worriedly pursued the thought.
Fang Xiang smiled and said, "You can run away."
