Pursuit (Please Vote with Monthly Tickets)

The French Navy and the Italian Navy fled, and the Combined Fleet immediately crumbled like a landslide. With the loss of the French and Italian six Battleships, the British Navy had only fourteen Capital Ships left. Using those fourteen Capital Ships to take on the German Navy's thirty-four Capital Ships was nothing but a fool's dream.

There could only be one final outcome: all of their warships would be sunk by the German Navy, with not a single one able to escape. After all, the German Navy still had eleven Battlecruisers. Even if the British Navy's Capital Ships wanted to flee, they would be unable to escape the pursuit of those Battlecruisers.

"Admiral, what should we do now?" Vice Admiral David Beatty asked somewhat frantically.

"What else can we do? The French and Italians have fled. Can our remaining warships still stand against the Germans?" Admiral John Jellicoe's face was full of despair.

They had already been at an absolute disadvantage. Now that the French and Italians had fled as well, they had even less chance of victory. It was foreseeable that they had already lost this battle—lost so thoroughly that they would never again have a chance to turn the tide.

They all knew perfectly well what consequences would follow from losing this naval battle. The British Empire would likewise have no chance to stage a comeback after this battle.

After this battle, France and the Kingdom of Italy would soon surrender to the Germans. The reason they had waited until now was to await the outcome of this naval battle. If the battle were won, they would still have a sliver of hope. Even in the worst case, they could fight for a dignified peace and avoid being carved up too brutally by the Germans. But once this