For every officer and sailor in the British Royal Navy's Grand Fleet, this battle was destined to end in defeat. Yet, for the sake of the British Empire, they had no choice but to fight the German Navy with everything they had. Only then would the British Empire stand a chance of winning this war.
Admiral Jellicoe and Vice Admiral Beatty had even set their objective as sinking fifteen or twenty German Navy Capital Ships. This showed that they understood this naval battle all too well. They knew that victory was virtually impossible. Therefore, they could only settle for the next best thing, hoping to trade their own sacrifices for an opportunity to deal the German Navy a crushing blow.
If they could achieve that goal, Britain might still have a chance of winning. Otherwise, Britain was doomed. In this war, the British Empire, which had dominated the world for centuries, would collapse completely. The global colonial system it had painstakingly maintained would collapse along with it. The German Empire would rise by stepping over their corpses, becoming the new master of the world.
Naturally, no Briton was willing to accept that. That was why the officers and sailors of the Royal Navy would fight with all their might even though they knew death awaited them. The Nelson Spirit had always inspired them.
Time passed bit by bit. After ten in the morning, a cluster of tiny black dots appeared in the eastern sky. No one paid them any attention. Even those who happened to spot them assumed they were merely migrating birds.
However, those tiny black dots soon grew larger and larger. At the same time, a buzzing sound drifted over, like a swarm of wild bees in flight.
"God! What are those?" A lookout used his binoculars to