On October 18, as the sun had just risen and sunlight spilled across the sea, the entire fleet basked beneath its rays, looking incomparably majestic and magnificent. Especially the massive aircraft carriers and Capital Ships, which displayed their formidable military power to the fullest.
"General, this is the Telegram forwarded from the Bermuda Islands last night." Lieutenant General George Fredberg handed the Telegram to Admiral Rolf Kars.
After reading it, Admiral Rolf Kars nodded. "It seems the Home Fleet is preparing to stake everything on a single throw this time. However, given their strength combined with that of the Mediterranean Fleet, they stand a very good chance of wiping out the American and British fleets. If possible, we may also have a chance to join in and get a share of the spoils."
"General, do you think the Home Fleet has good odds in this operation?" Lieutenant General George Fredberg asked.
"Although there is some risk, the chances of success are still high. Once they succeed, we will truly seize the initiative in the Atlantic Ocean. That will be extremely advantageous for the operations to come," Lieutenant General Rolf Kars said.
"But if the Mediterranean Fleet leaves, what will happen to our air defense operations here?" Lieutenant General George Fredberg asked with some concern.
"Even if the Mediterranean Fleet leaves, it will have little effect on us. We can hold out perfectly well on our own." Lieutenant General Rolf Kars was exceptionally confident.
"General, the Americans lost so many aircraft yesterday. Will they come again today?" Lieutenant General George Fredberg wore a smile. In yesterday's air battle, although the German Atlantic Fleet and Mediterranean Fleet had lost nearly eighty carrier-based fighters, compared with the results they had achieved, such losses were negligible.
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