"General, I'm afraid the New Hampshire can't hold out much longer!" Rear Admiral Corville said, his face full of worry.
Admiral Husband Kimmel nodded. "Nearly all of the New Hampshire's escorting warships have been sunk. The Germans have also assembled a large number of aircraft to besiege it. This time, I'm afraid its prospects are truly grim."
"General, should we dispatch some escorting warships to reinforce the New Hampshire?" Rear Admiral Corville suggested. Clearly, without reinforcements, the battleship New Hampshire would certainly be finished.
Admiral Husband Kimmel hesitated. Before he could make a decision, the situation on the battlefield changed again.
"General, the air-search Radar has detected a large formation of aircraft to the East—more than two hundred planes!" a staff officer reported.
Admiral Husband Kimmel's expression immediately became even uglier. Without question, the Germans had once again dispatched a large number of aircraft to attack them. The aircraft previously sent by the German military had already inflicted severe losses on the American fleet. Although the Capital Ships had not yet been sunk, the battleship New Hampshire was already hanging by a thread. Now, the Germans had dispatched another two hundred aircraft to attack them. They were clearly determined to wipe them out in one fell swoop!
"General, what should we do?" Rear Admiral Corville's face changed drastically as well.
Although the German aircraft were still more than two hundred kilometers away, they would reach the battlefield in just over half an hour. In half an hour, the US fleet could travel at most twenty or thirty kilometers.
"Order the fleet to prepare for air defense!" Admiral Husband Kimmel ordered.
This was already the only choice they could make. As for whether they should still send warships to reinforce the battleship New Hampshire, no one mentioned it again.
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