"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The thunder of guns rolled across the sea, as though the heavens themselves were rumbling. Shells continually plunged into the water, their violent explosions throwing up towering columns of spray, as if this entire stretch of sea had begun to boil.
The fierce battle between the German fleet and the British fleet had already reached its climax. Both sides attacked with tremendous ferocity. It could be said that they had staked their lives on this.
Naturally, the British Navy wanted to defeat the German Navy, avenge themselves, and reverse the course of the war, allowing Britain to win—or at least not lose so miserably. The German Navy, likewise, wanted to defend the fruits of victory that were nearly within its grasp and did not want this war to come to nothing at the last hurdle.
Northwest of Ireland, a huge fleet was sailing southwest. This fleet was enormous, with more than twenty Capital Ships. Their nationalities could easily be identified from the flags flying above them. These warships came from Britain, France, and the Kingdom of Italy.
The flagship was the British Navy's Battleship Vengeance. Although it had nearly been sunk during the previous decisive battle against the German Navy, it had been fortunate enough to escape the German Navy's pursuit and return to Scapa Flow. Afterward, the British Navy had gathered vast resources and carried out repairs day and night. At last, by the time this decisive battle began, it had regained its combat capability.
On the bridge of the Battleship Vengeance stood Admiral John Jellicoe, Vice Admiral David Beatty, Admiral Lame, and Admiral Paul. They were all at the highest level of the Combined Fleet. In order to coordinate command of the fleet, both sides had truly gone all out this time.
"Admiral Martin and