The muffled thump, thump from beneath the water drew no one's attention.
No one noticed the trails left by the six torpedoes racing across the sea either. The night had become the best cover for the German military's submarine attack.
"Quick! Quick! Load the next batch of torpedoes. Turn immediately and aim at the next targets," Lieutenant Colonel Dönitz ordered.
"Yes, sir."
The submariners hurriedly loaded the torpedoes while the submarine turned. Lieutenant Colonel Dönitz clearly intended to hit as many targets as possible this time.
The Battleship Warspite was the second Queen Elizabeth-class Battleship. It was a massive warship with a displacement of 33,000 tons, armed with four twin 42-caliber 381mm Main Gun turrets of astonishing power. However, compared with the German Navy's 50-caliber 380mm main guns, they were undoubtedly far inferior. Germany held a clear advantage in artillery technology.
The Queen Elizabeth-class Battleships and Revenge-class Battleships had become the British Navy's main fighting vessels, their trump cards against the German Navy. Yet whether these two classes of battleships could truly contend with the German Navy's powerful battleships was something the British Navy had little confidence in. In the previous naval battles, the German Navy's might and its warships' advanced design had undoubtedly taught them all a harsh lesson.
It was already late at night, and the sailors aboard the Battleship Warspite had long since gone to rest.
A British sailor yawned as he stepped out of the cabin, intending to relieve himself. Although the warship had toilets, he still preferred to piss straight into the sea.
But just as he pulled out his equipment and prepared to let loose, his previously bleary eyes abruptly widened.
"God! What is that?" the British sailor cried out. He could clearly see two wakes rushing toward their warship at tremendous speed. They