Boom!
A 380mm armor-piercing shell struck a coastal defense fortress on Bermuda Island dead on. The violent explosion made the entire fortress tremble, even tearing open a massive crack. The coastal artillerymen inside were left dazed and disoriented by the shock.
"Damn it, did those bastards cut corners when they built this fortress? Otherwise, how could it have been damaged so easily?" Commodore Jonathan cursed.
"General, the Germans' firepower is too fierce. At least eight Capital Ships equipped with large-caliber main guns are firing on us. Our firepower is far too weak—we simply can't hold them off!" An officer wore a helpless expression.
Of course, Commodore Jonathan knew the gap in strength between the two sides was far too great. But now, other than fighting to the bitter end, did they have any other choice?
"Keep fighting! Even if the Germans eventually occupy the Bermuda Islands, we'll make them pay a grievous price. We'll let the Germans know that defeating us won't be so easy!" Commodore Jonathan's face was resolute.
Although the American military had fought fewer wars than the German military, and its combat capability and military professionalism were also inferior, in terms of confidence, the American military was not much worse than the German military.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The eight Capital Ships of the German Atlantic Fleet continued firing furiously. Military facilities across Bermuda Island were being destroyed bit by bit. No one knew how many American officers and soldiers had died beneath the German military's fierce bombardment. It could be said that before the German Marine Corps had even begun landing, the American troops on the island had already suffered devastating losses.
As time passed, the sky gradually brightened.
"Launch the seaplanes to spot for the bombardment!" Lieutenant General Wicks ordered.
Two seaplanes were launched from the