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"Oh? What? Show me!" Boult quickly took the telegram from Sucrete and read it carefully. When I saw the five capital ships of the South Atlantic Fleet, one of which was not damaged, and all of them still had strong combat effectiveness, I applauded loudly. Boult knew very well that the navy is the key to this battle between France, the United States and Canada. If the navy cannot win, then landing in North America becomes empty talk. No m ...

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