Chapter 195 The Morning with the Smell of Gunpowder
December 7, 1941, Pacific Ocean, Hawaii, Oahu.
[Mission Huhuhu, mission goal: Players need to ensure that at least one of the USS Arizona, USS West Virginia, USS Oklahoma, and USS Enterprise survives. Each additional survival ship will be rewarded with 10 gold coins. This reward is in Doubled when the number of sailors killed does not exceed 2,000]
The system briefing had just been completed. He Chi wiped the water from his face and looked at the clock beside him. It was 6:40.
In other words, according to history, 20 minutes ago, the first wave of 183 aircraft in Japan's surprise attack on the Pearl Harbor aircraft carrier group had already taken off and would arrive in the sky over Pearl Harbor in half an hour.
The reward of 10 gold coins for a battleship is quite generous, but in fact this task is quite difficult to complete.
In such a large-scale military battle, one person can do too little. Except for the USS Enterprise, which is still 300 nautical miles away, the remaining three battleships in the mission have already fallen to Japan. On people’s dinner plates.
It is a huge problem to keep any of them.
Is there anything that can be done? He Chi quickly glanced around, and the jeep outside caught his attention. He remembered that in history, the Hawaii radar station had discovered the Japanese fleet around 7 o'clock, but it was regarded as a B17 bomber flying from the mainland and failed to pay attention. He missed the final reaction. Chance.
If I think of a way at this point, is it possible for the battleships in the military port to at least have a chance to sail out, instead of being used as targets by bombers in the shallow water area.
He saw the jeep outside.
He Chi picked up the uniform beside him and found that it was a uniform with the rank of sergeant, and there were two others beside him, one for a second lieutenant and a lieutenant.
He Chi searched through three pieces of clothing but could not find the car key.
"Man, where are the car keys?" He Chi had no choice but to ask the bartender in front of him.
"Of course it's Welch. Didn't he drive the three of you when you came to drink?" The bartender looked at He Chi strangely.
A few memories flooded into his brain, and He Chi had a rough understanding of the current situation. This body's predecessor was the third son of a middle-class Chinese family in the United States. His last name happened to be He. He chose to enlist in the army due to family conflicts and was now a ground crew member at a nearby air force base.
The George Welch and the other man Kenneth Taylor mentioned by the bartender were the two pilots at that base.
These are two typical little bad guys, troublemakers who came to Texas. Because of their Asian appearance, they started bullying in the military. Every weekend, the original owner of the body bought them drinks for free. , euphemistically called "communication between men."
Before He Chi arrived, the original owner of the body was already in a very bad mental state under this kind of bullying.
But He Chi didn't have time to think so much at this time.
He walked to the small room inside the bar and saw two drunk and unconscious white men lying on the bed.
"Welch, Taylor! Wake up! Something big happened!" He Chi kept shaking the two people but it had no effect.
"Sorry, can you lend me the kettle you just gave me?" He Chi turned to the bartender.
Wow! Two glasses of ice water were thrown directly into the drunk man's face.
"Fuck!! Whoever bastard touches me, I'm going to stuff his little finger into his butt!" Welch stood up with a curse and looked around for the attacker until he saw the kettle in He Chi's hand .
"Fuck! What! Is your brain stuck with the sandwich butter?" Taylor on the side also noticed the clues and pulled on the Oriental's collar.
Boom! ! !
Tyler's vision suddenly spun, and he was pinned to the ground.
"What are you doing, you yellow-skinned boy! You..." Welch rushed up, but as he was about to speak, a silver large-caliber revolver was pressed against his head.
"Shut up, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you." With the same accent but a completely different tone, the Asians who had been bullied by them seemed to have suddenly changed. Welch's eyes were piercing with cold and serious eyes. Shivering.
"Hey, man, calm down and don't get mad. If it's because of last night's drink money, we can pay the bill." Taylor thought that the two of them had gone too far in bullying the newcomers. You must know that even decades later, the psychological problems of American soldiers will continue to exist for a long time. It is common for someone to fire a grenade or something in the military camp.
So when they saw the Asians' dramatic change in temperament, the two pilots quickly adjusted their tone.
The other party did not speak, but touched Welch's somewhat hairy chest with his hand.
"Hey, man, I don't like this." Welch shivered all over, subconsciously clamping his buttocks, and then he looked at the pistol against his head, "But if you insist If so, I can tolerate it a little bit..."
He Chi ignored him and took out a car key from his shirt pocket.
"The Japanese are coming. I'm going to report the news. You guys come with me." After saying this, He Chi shook the pistol in his hand and asked the two people to follow him to the door. .
Opening the cockpit door and starting the ignition, He Chi used a weapon to force Welch into the cab, while Taylor sat aside.
"Brother, where are we going?" Welch asked, holding the steering wheel.
"Don't ask anything else, just drive." He Chi frowned and pushed the pistol forward again.
As the jeep drove onto the road, Welch opened his mouth and asked
"Hey, man, did you just say that the Japanese were coming?"
"Yes, what's the matter?"
"How do you know? Are you the FBI? Or were you sent from Washington?" Welch expressed his speculation. He believed that the reason why He Chi changed so much was that he must be hiding himself, so it is very possible An FBI agent or something.
"No comment. Anyway, the Japanese plane will be here in half an hour. You will know then." He Chi had no intention of giving a detailed explanation to the two of them.
The two people looked at each other and nodded.
"We will go with you. We have long been unhappy with those yellow-skinned monkeys! Take this opportunity to teach them a lesson!" Unexpectedly, the two drunkards became active when they heard that the Japanese were coming. got up.
He Chi was a little surprised. In the memory of the original owner of the body, these two people were like soldiers and gangsters. Unexpectedly, they still had some courage. The key is that they believed their own words without any evidence.
"Do you believe me?" He Chi looked at the two people.
"Man, if it were me, I would never tell a lie that would be discovered in an hour and a half, especially if it doesn't do any good to myself." Taylor shrugged.
"Can you tell us where we are going now?" The two people began to proactively ask He Chi about his plans.
"The nearest radar station told them that the Japanese plane is coming soon." He Chi looked at the watch on his hand again as he spoke.
"Good brother, I don't want to pour cold water on it, but the nearest radar station takes 20 minutes to drive to. Even if you arrive at the approximate time, it will be too late." Taylor said on the side.
He Chi turned his head and looked at the other two people, "Do you have any ideas?"
Squeak! The jeep stopped on the side of the road.
"If you want to give a warning in advance, I know a place. Turn to the next intersection and you'll be there in five minutes." Welch pointed in the opposite direction with his eyes.
A few minutes later, the jeep stopped at a large warehouse in the suburbs. Several large characters were painted in red paint on the door of the warehouse
"The Voice of Hawaii."
< br>(End of this chapter)