Time ticked by. After the sun had completely sunk beneath the sea, the last traces of twilight gradually vanished from the surface as well. Darkness replaced the light, and night began to shroud this stretch of sea.
Dozens of American warships advanced across the dark waters. The Radar atop their masts rotated continuously, searching the surrounding sea. To avoid being encircled by the German Navy, the American fleet's Sea-search radar had remained in operation the entire time. However, the United States still lagged behind Germany in electronic equipment. Even their most advanced Sea-search radar could only detect targets within twenty-five kilometers of the sea surface.
The United States had also developed Fire-control Radar and equipped it on Capital Ships and heavy cruisers. However, compared with the Fire-control Radar used by the German Navy, its performance was somewhat inferior. Still, it solved the problem of having nothing at all. In a night battle, they would no longer be like blind men firing wildly in every direction.
"General, we have not yet found any German warships. Could it be that the Germans really do not know we have arrived?" Rear Admiral Corville said. They had encountered no German Navy vessels throughout their journey—not a single one—and that seemed rather unbelievable.
Admiral Husband Kimmel's expression also turned grave. "It is impossible for the Germans not to know we have arrived. Perhaps they have already gathered heavy forces in the waters west of the Azores, waiting for us."
"Then... General, should we still proceed according to the original plan?" Rear Admiral Corville was somewhat concerned.
"Hmph! Even if the Germans know we have come and have prepared for it, so what? Even if they gather all twenty-three Capital Ships from the three German Navy fleets, they still cannot hope to withstand our attack. Tell