A False Alarm

The sun slowly sank below the horizon, crimson evening clouds reflected on the sea, making it exceptionally beautiful. But the wreckage of warships floating on the surface, along with the dead Island Nation sailors, utterly ruined that beauty.

The smell of gunpowder and blood still lingered in the air.

"We won, General, we won! The Island Nation Navy's Combined Fleet no longer exists!" Rear Admiral Mauff was brimming with high spirits.

Although some destroyers from the Island Nation Navy's Combined Fleet had escaped, they were no longer worth worrying about. The Island Nation Navy's living strength had been wiped out clean in this battle. If the Island Nation Navy wanted to rise again, it would need a great deal of time to rebuild.

"Yes, we won! Half of our mission has already been completed. Next, we force the Island Nation government to admit defeat!" Vice Admiral Spee said.

"With the war having reached this point, their navy has already lost. What capital do they still have to contend with us?" Rear Admiral Mauff optimistically believed that, at this point, the Island Nation Navy should choose to admit defeat. They no longer had the strength to keep fighting.

"No, I believe they are very likely to persist. You have never served in the Far East, so you do not understand what a strange people the Island Nation people are. They are extremely stubborn; once they set their minds on something, they will never retreat. Unless the price becomes so great that it surpasses their imagination, they will keep holding on." Vice Admiral Spee said.

"General, do you mean we still have to continue attacking the Island Nation's coastal cities?" Rear Admiral Mauff asked. If possible, probably no commander would make such a choice.

"Yes, we must prepare for the worst." Vice