"Excellent, we finally took down one British battleship. The 1st Battle Line has already sunk two British battleships. We mustn't fall too far behind them! Otherwise, none of us will be able to show our faces." Vice Admiral Hipper said with a smile.
"Admiral, we have already sunk the North Dakota. Before long, we'll be able to sink even more British battleships," the officer said. He seemed brimming with confidence in victory.
In truth, every officer and sailor in the German Navy believed they would certainly win this battle.
"The Americans' Nevada battleship truly has formidable defenses. Our 343mm Main Guns actually failed to pierce its turret armor. What a pity!" Vice Admiral Hipper said helplessly.
Otherwise, that single shell alone would have been enough to make the Nevada battleship pay an incomparably grievous price.
"Admiral, the Americans' Nevada-class battleships have extremely thick armor, especially their turret armor, which is more than four hundred millimeters thick. They are typical hard bones to chew; swallowing them will be very difficult," the officer said.
Vice Admiral Hipper nodded. "Ask when Admiral Spee and the others will arrive. The 380mm Main Guns of the Mackensen-class and Derfflinger class may be able to crack open the Americans' turtle shells."
"If we engage at a range of ten thousand meters, the fifty-caliber 380mm Main Guns should have no great trouble piercing the turret armor of American warships," the officer said.
At that moment, Vice Admiral Spee was leading eleven German Navy Battlecruisers toward the battlefield. Once they arrived, the situation would become even more unfavorable for the Combined Fleet. Although those Battlecruisers had slightly weaker defenses than Battleships, they were still immensely tough. Moreover, their firepower was extremely powerful. This would cause the Combined Fleet to lose the battle and quite possibly be annihilated altogether.