While the President of the United States and the military high command were bitterly regretting having fallen for the Germans' trick, the German Navy's attack on the Bermuda Islands was about to begin.
Before reaching the waters near the Bermuda Islands, the Atlantic Fleet's Capital Ships formation and the Mediterranean Fleet's Capital Ships formation had already split apart. The Atlantic Fleet's Capital Ships formation headed straight for Bermuda Island, while the Mediterranean Fleet's Capital Ships formation charged toward St. David's Island and St. George's Island.
Aboard the Battleship Bavaria, Lieutenant General Wicks was using binoculars to observe the distant Bermuda Islands. Though dawn had not yet broken, the distant islands lay upon the sea like crouching monsters. But there was not much time left before sunrise. Besides, Germany's intelligence agencies had long since thoroughly investigated the situation on the Bermuda Islands. The German Navy knew the deployment of the island's military facilities like the back of its hand.
"General, in five minutes, we'll enter waters less than fifteen kilometers from Bermuda Island," Chief of Staff Major General Reze reported.
Lieutenant General Wicks nodded. "Order all ships to get ready. The bombardment begins in five minutes. Prioritize destroying the Americans' airfields, air-defense facilities, and radar stations on the island. Those fellows in the Aircraft Carrier Formation don't want American radar detecting them when they launch their Carrier-based aircraft and allowing the Americans to deduce their position."
"Yes, General." Major General Reze nodded.
"At dawn, launch the seaplanes to correct the bombardment results. We must ensure that every military facility on the island is destroyed. The 1st Marine Division will be arriving soon. We must seize this archipelago in the shortest possible time," Lieutenant General Wicks said.
"Yes, General. We will certainly complete the conquest of the Bermuda Islands very soon," Major