Three days later, the time for the Allied forces of the three nations to assemble and land on the enemy shore was fast approaching.
In the early morning, when the sky had only just begun to pale, dozens of large steel warships lay prepared and moored off the coast of Britain, their anchors dropped as they waited for the main force from the American headquarters to board first.
At that moment, slightly ahead of the other vessels in the nearshore waters, a colossal battleship stretched across the sea like an overlord. Its Stars and Stripes fluttered in the wind, while its hull, protected by multiple layers of steel armor, was equipped with high speed and powerful anti-aircraft artillery.
It was like a steel fortress standing upon the ocean!
At the bow of the giant battleship's deck, Kyle stood alone within the railing. Besides the black combat suit formed by Venom, he wore a general's coat draped over his shoulders as a symbol of his status, making him appear stern and imposing.
Probably only Kyle dared to wear a general's coat like a mere decoration. The sea wind blew toward him, lifting his tousled blond hair and the sleeves of his general's coat.
Tap, tap, tap...
Hurried footsteps came from behind Kyle. Lieutenant Fury steadied himself, saluted, and reported, "Report! The ship's captain, navy personnel, accompanying medical staff, and ground combat soldiers have all boarded the battleship. Please give your next instructions, Major General Kyle."
Kyle nodded. "Very good. Have them make combat preparations aboard the ship first. There are still half a day left before we set sail for the attack."
"Yes!" Fury saluted as he accepted the order. Just as he turned to leave, he turned back and returned with a bitter expression. "Kyle, are you the major general,