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The two giants circled each other like boxers in a ring of smoke and salt. Vance looked at the plotting board. He had one chance—a torpedo run by the destroyers under the cover of the next broadside.

As the Iron Duke heeled over, the U.P. 5 spoke. A flash of orange fire tore through the gray mist, followed by the bone-shaking cr-ump of 16-inch shells. The sea around the Iron Duke erupted in towering geysers of white spray. One shell clipped the aft deck, turning the mahogany into kindling and sending a shiver through the ship’s spine. "Return fire!" UP_5.part2.rar

Vance knew the reputation of the U.P. 5 . It wasn't just built; it was optimized. Every angle of its belt armor was designed to deflect shells like raindrops. It was the crowning achievement of a naval arms race that had pushed the world to the brink. The two giants circled each other like boxers