The Capital Ship Squadron of the Island Nation Navy's task fleet was withdrawing northward. Lieutenant General Takasu Shirō and Major General Suzuki Yoshio had not gone to rest. This night was destined to be sleepless for them.
In tonight's battle, the Island Nation fleet's Capital Ship Squadron had lost two Capital Ships, two heavy torpedo cruisers, and ten destroyers. This was undoubtedly a considerable loss for them. Although they had achieved some results, sinking four German fleet light cruisers and five destroyers, compared with their own losses, such gains were hardly worth mentioning.
Now, Lieutenant General Takasu Shirō and Major General Suzuki Yoshio were still waiting—waiting for the final news from the torpedo attack formation. Both men knew full well that even if the light cruiser Kitakami led two destroyers in a successful torpedo attack against the German fleet, they would certainly be unable to escape the German fleet's pursuit. Thus, in their hearts, they had already counted those three warships among the losses. The only variable was whether their torpedo attack could succeed, whether they could sink the German fleet's Capital Ships.
Whether it was Lieutenant General Takasu Shirō or Major General Suzuki Yoshio, both hoped their torpedo attack would succeed. If it did, the outcome of this naval battle might perhaps be different.
But they were destined for disappointment. Although Colonel Masao Ueno and his men had already fought desperately, sinking the German Navy's Capital Ships beneath layers upon layers of protection had always been exceedingly difficult. Although the light cruiser Kitakami had launched a charge, it was ultimately still sunk. And once the German fleet had been put on guard, it would no longer be so easy for their torpedo attack to work again.
"Commander, this is a telegram from Colonel Masao Ueno!" The Communications Officer approached