"Damn it! Report the losses!" Lieutenant General Otto Schneewind nearly jumped to his feet.
"General, the port side was hit. One secondary gun was blown away, and a fire has been ignited!" A damage-control officer reported two minutes later.
"Put out the fire, now!" Lieutenant General Otto Schneewind ordered with a dark expression.
At a critical moment like this, being hit by the Island Nation was no good news. Once a warship caught fire, it would inevitably draw even fiercer enemy bombardment. Especially with the flames serving as a beacon, the enemy's gunnery accuracy would certainly improve.
"From so far away, the Island Nation could still hit us? Their luck is too good, isn't it?" Major General Abraham's expression was equally grim. The distance between the two sides was now over eighteen kilometers. In daylight, that range might have been just right. But this was nighttime! The Island Nation Navy did not have Fire-control Radar.
Lieutenant General Otto Schneewind nodded, his expression extremely ugly. Clearly, he too was brooding over the Island Nation's heaven-defying luck. At such a distance, with visibility severely obstructed, the chances of hitting the German fleet were exceedingly low—about the same as winning the grand prize. Yet the Island Nation had actually struck a German Navy battleship. It was simply speechless.
Large numbers of damage-control personnel wore gas masks and dragged fire hoses toward the burning area. They had to extinguish the blaze in the shortest possible time. Otherwise, the Battlecruiser Blücher would become a shell magnet.
In fact, the instant the Battlecruiser Blücher burst into flames, the bombardment from the Island Nation Navy's four battleships became even fiercer. The Island Nation Navy's officers and sailors all believed their luck had arrived, and they increased their rate of fire one after another.
"Haha! Amaterasu Omikami has