Can I say one thing: Three flowers bloom, each showing one? (Laughs)

Sorry, Pearl Harbor is a bit too long, making some friends wait too long.

But there is no way. For such a major historical event, the writing of the tit-off is disrespectful to everyone.

Nearly a hundred warships, four hundred fighter jets were destroyed and thousands of people died, and they had to come one by one.

However, the sneak attack was over, and Zhou Zhihan led the Americans to start a counterattack.

By the way, I'll ask for another monthly ticket!

...

The Japanese's second attack lasted about an hour, and further expanded the results of the first wave of attacks. After Mizuo Fuchida flew the fighter plane and retreated for the last time, he left the Americans a real hell on earth.

Pearl Harbor is full of fire, as well as mushroom clouds of gray, brown, black, red, and purple.

The destroyed warships made their own voices and exploded from time to time, and fuel and ammunition splashed everywhere, embellishing this suffocating, terrifying, and vomiting hell on earth.

There were wounded soldiers everywhere, wailing everywhere, and calls for help came one after another, which made the medical staff who were used to life and death and were already calm about death tremble.

The blood on the ground turned into a river, the sea water in the harbor turned reddish-brown, and the bodies of American soldiers and broken limbs and arms floating on the water were everywhere, colliding helplessly, sinking and floating, pushing to both sides by busy warships coming and going, and then reverting to continue to collide, separate, and up and down...

It is not the time to salvage the corpses. I am worried that the Japanese will have a third wave of air strikes, so as long as there are active warships in Pearl Harbor, they will be launched outside the port to set up formations and defenses.

Although the sailors couldn't bear to see the warships touched the corpses, considering that the Japanese might have air strikes, everyone wiped their tears and looked at the corpses that were swept away by the warships. Some knew them, but most of them didn't know them. They didn't know them because they were lying on the water or were incomplete...

Seeing that the fighter plane commanded by the Japanese army left in the end, Zhou Zhihan came out of the clouds of the Tantras Mountains. His fighter plane "exhausted bullets" could only drill into the clouds and seek refuge.

Zhou Zhihan did not dare to land at the airport.

After the disaster, the American heartstrings were tightened to the extreme and could be disconnected at any time. At this time, the sky was filled with smoke and clouds, and the visibility was still very low. Maybe he could be defeated as an enemy plane.

Zhou Zhihan drove the Wildcat No. 214 and landed steadily on the road not far from Kimmel's apartment. This road was blown up by the Japanese, but there were always places where fighter planes landed.

As soon as Zhou Zhihan jumped off the plane, Kimmel's correspondent arrived: "Col. Zhou, General Kimmel asks you to come."

The correspondent soldier has been standing behind Kimmel, watching the Japanese who beat No. 214 with his own eyes, dare not approach. When he saw Zhou Zhihan, his face was full of admiration.

The body of the No. 214 Wildcat fuselage is full of potholes left when shrapnel splashes, and there are traces of gunpowder roasting in many places, which is caused by the flames carried by the shock wave when the enemy plane explodes.

However, these bullet marks make the wild cat look more majestic, like a soldier who has just returned from triumphantly.

Zhou Zhihan returned the gift: "I'm just about to find the general, please take me over!"

The two trotted all the way to Kimmel.

"On behalf of all the soldiers of Pearl Harbor, on behalf of the American people, I thank you!"

Kimmel first gave Zhou Zhihan a standard salute, and the officers and soldiers who stood behind him to protect him, and also saluted Zhou Zhihan together.

"This is what I should do. General!" Zhou Zhihan returned the gift, "The soldiers of the Flying Tigers are fighting bloody in China, which verified the friendship between China and the United States."

Zhou Zhihan continued: "General, I am frank, the Japanese launched two consecutive air strikes to destroy 80% of my warships and aircraft. Based on my years of experience in fighting with the Japanese, I think the Japanese will not stop there. They are evil wolves who eat people without leaving any bones. They will definitely continue to search and attack our intact oil depot and submarine base."

Kimmel nodded: "Col. Zhou, this is also what I am worried about. Now Pearl Harbor is in a mess. More than 80% of the warships have lost their combat effectiveness. The rest cannot support the sky of Pearl Harbor. The land-based artillery positions have also been bombed. The officers and soldiers have suffered heavy casualties. It is difficult to organize intensive defense. If the Japanese launch a third wave of attacks, we will be in a state of virtual defense. What do you think should we do?"

Zhou Zhihan's eyes were firm: "Counterattack."

What counterattack should be done? How to track Japanese fighter planes retreat?... Kimmel was stunned and didn't say anything. He knew that Zhou Zhihan would continue to talk.

"Please give orders to assemble all fighter bombers in Pearl Harbor that can take off. We follow the Japanese to find the aircraft carrier and catch them off guard."

Kimmel ordered without hesitation: "Transfer our military orders, use all power to quickly fill all bombers that can take off with ammunition and oil, and order the ground crew to use their bodies to culls, even if they use their bodies to culls, the bombers must take off. Everything must be ready within twenty minutes and wait for subsequent orders!"

"Yes. General!"

Several commanders rode on military motorcycles and rushed to major airports at lightning speed.

Kimmel restored the courage of a general. He looked at Zhou Zhihan with a bright look and said with an expectant expression, "How sure are you to find the Japanese?"

"At least 80%." Zhou Zhihan was determined, "But I can't guarantee that the fighter-bombers brought out can return safely. Maybe they were intercepted by the Japanese as soon as they took off, and maybe they were discovered and shot down before they could fly above the Japanese fleet. I can guarantee that when we fight back, the Japanese would never dare to launch a third wave of attacks on Pearl Harbor."

"Okay. As long as you can lead my fighter bomber fleet to find the Japanese fleet, it is worth it even if all American pilots are sacrificed. But you must come back."

Kimmel said as he slapped Zhou Zhihan's right arm with his left hand.

"At least we must let the Japanese know that the United States is still tenacious, and we still have the power to fight back, so that they know that we are not only at the slaughter of others. As long as our fleet appears in the Japanese's vision, it will be a deterrent to them."

Kimmel continued: "Col. Zhou, you guess the Japanese aircraft carrier will be in that position."

"I led the Flying Tigers out to shoot targets in the morning. I saw the Japanese aircraft flew from the north. After they succeeded, they gathered over Cape Caena and then retreated to the south. I think this is the Japanese's plan to attack the east and west. I am sure that the Japanese aircraft carrier is within 200 nautical miles north of Pearl Harbor at this time."

Kimmel returned to calmness, his expression was strong, and he couldn't help but nod when he heard Zhou Zhihan's analysis.

Zhou Zhihan continued to analyze: "The communication distance of Japanese fighter jets is not more than 200 nautical miles. If the aircraft carrier wants to retrieve the fighter jet, it must ensure the distance between it and the carrier-based aircraft, within the range of all night. Otherwise, those injured fighter jets will be at risk of falling into the sea, which will be very harmful to morale."

Kimmel could only nod, Zhou Zhihan's analysis was too accurate. As the commander of the Pacific Fleet, he naturally knew that carrier-based aircraft was the fist of an aircraft carrier. Without carrier-based aircraft, aircraft carriers were tigers without minions. Every time a carrier-based aircraft was retracting a carrier, it was not only a fist, but also an increase in the confidence of the pilots, so that they always had a sense of belonging. This was very important.

Fifteen minutes later, several messengers came back one after another. All the flying fighter planes were ready, and the pilots requested to fight and attack the Japanese.

Kimmel looked at Zhou Zhihan.
Chapter completed!