The Curtain Falls

After this battle, all four Kongo-class battlecruisers of the Island Nation Navy's Combined Fleet had sunk beneath the sea. This was nothing short of a devastating blow to the Combined Fleet. With those four advanced warships lost, of the remaining eleven battleships, aside from two semi-dreadnoughts, all the rest were pre-dreadnoughts.

The earlier battle had undoubtedly proven that pre-dreadnoughts were simply no match for super-dreadnoughts. Even if the Island Nation Navy's Combined Fleet still had a full eleven pre-dreadnoughts left, they would never be able to withstand the assault of the German Expeditionary Fleet's eight powerful battlecruisers. It could be said that by this point, there was no longer any suspense in the war. What followed would be nothing more than the German Expeditionary Fleet relying on its advanced warships to slaughter the Island Nation Combined Fleet.

"Have every ship prepare themselves. Next comes our time to slaughter!" Vice Admiral Spee looked at the distant Island Nation Combined Fleet, a flicker of pity in his eyes. But that pity was soon replaced by resolve. Since they were enemies, they had to be destroyed without mercy. They had chosen to become enemies of the German Empire, so they had to pay the price. The Island Nation people had brought all this upon themselves; they deserved no sympathy.

"Yes, Admiral. The lads have been ready for a long time!" Rear Admiral Mauff wore a broad smile.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The three triple-mounted 50-caliber 380mm Main Gun turrets aboard the battlecruiser Mackensen roared once more, their target the Island Nation Combined Fleet's current flagship, the battleship Kawachi.

The other seven battlecruisers also opened fierce fire on their respective targets. It was already afternoon, and night would fall in another two or three hours. The soldiers were starving as well, desperately needing to end