Vernon's voice was loud, and he had given his orders quickly, but he overlooked one important issue, in this kind of life-and-death situation, no one could remain calm. After all, everyone could be obliterated by the shellfire at any moment.
The overwhelming fear disrupted their formations. And once that happened, it could cause immeasurable loss.
In just one minute, nearly 80 percent of the battleships had suffered some level of damage, with fewer than 20 percent still capable of countering the attacks.
However, the barrage of shells continued to rain down relentlessly, almost as if they had a mind of their own, hitting the battleships with precision. Some had even sunken, not due to a fire, but because they were literally split in two. They sank to the ocean floor, unable to stay afloat.
The commanders had no choice but to hurry to Vernon's side. "Mr. President, our situation is critical! I've already lost two battleships!"
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