On board the battleship Montana, Admiral Husband Kimmel, commander of the American Navy's Capital Ships formation, wore a grave expression. The fleet was speeding southward, while the surrounding destroyers and Light Cruisers prowled the waters.
Although all these warships were equipped with Sonar, the fleet was moving too fast, and its own noise drowned out everything else. No matter how sharp the sonar operators' hearing was, they could not possibly detect targets beneath the waves. Thus, the entire fleet proceeded with utmost caution.
"Commander, we'll reach the battlefield shortly. However, the situation of the 2nd Capital Ships formation appears to be extremely dire!" Rear Admiral Corville said, holding a Telegram.
Admiral Husband Kimmel nodded. He had already read those telegrams. That was precisely why his expression was so grim. In order to rescue the 2nd Capital Ships formation, he had even abandoned the 3rd Capital Ships formation. Yet it seemed they had still arrived one step too late.
By now, the 2nd Capital Ships formation had already lost three Capital Ships. Meanwhile, they had only sunk one German Navy Capital Ship. The price they had paid was simply too great.
"It seems our plan this time will have difficulty succeeding. Our losses are too severe!" Admiral Husband Kimmel sighed. The three Capital Ships lost by the 2nd Capital Ships formation, coupled with the four Capital Ships the 3rd Capital Ships formation was destined to lose, meant that the American Navy's Capital Ships formation had lost nearly half its combat strength. The battles to come would be even more unfavorable to them.
"General, once we arrive, we'll certainly make the Germans pay an even heavier price! Our Montana-class Battleships are the most powerful Battleships. The Germans can never stand against us," Rear Admiral Corville said.
There was no doubt about the