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Early morning on December 7th, 6:50.
Pearl Harbor, Naval Headquarters Foreign Service Telephone Room.
Warrant Officer Galen Erso, the staff officer who worked in the night watch room, looked at the clock hanging on the wall and saw that there were still 10 minutes left before off-duty time.
Nothing happened last night. He slept almost all night. After waking up at 6 o'clock, he read a few magazines and killed time while waiting for get off work.
Looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, Erso put down the magazine in his hand, walked to the window and stretched a few times, watching the staff of Wheeler Airport in the center of Oahu slowly lowering the three lookout balloons in the sky.
There were nine officers and soldiers on the ground who were changing guard. Judging from the energetic gestures of one of them, you could tell that he was bragging about having sex with a girl last night.
"What a bunch of boring guys!"
Galen Erso said, making himself a cup of coffee, and then took the toiletries to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. He put soap on his face, brushed his teeth first and then shaved. As soon as he got foam in his mouth, the phone on the table rang. .
"Damn it, who is calling at this time?" Galen Erso gargles quickly, wipes his mouth, runs over and picks up the phone, "Hello, this is the duty room of the Pearl Harbor Naval Command!"
"I just discovered two Japanese planes, flying in the direction of Pearl Harbor." On the phone, the voice of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was very urgent.
"What?"
Galen Erso was stunned for two seconds.
"Yes, sir, just ten minutes ago we discovered two Japanese planes flying towards Pearl Harbor." The boy spoke quickly and seemed very nervous.
Another troublemaker. The quality of Americans is getting worse and worse. Their children are not well-disciplined. They actually dare to call the naval headquarters to cause trouble... Galen Erso complained in his heart, but his tone was still gentle: "Hey, Man, you know lying to the military is serious..."
"What I said is true, sir." The boy interrupted Galen Erso, "My father and I were flying the plane and saw two Japanese planes flying towards Pearl Harbor. Their fuselages were painted red. I recognized the sun flag as the Japanese military flag. The fuselage was silver-white and very dazzling in the sun, so we landed at the airport immediately..."
This kid's lying skills are top-notch. Fortunately, he can't hide it from me... Galen Erso shook his head. Sometimes he would receive several prank calls from children a day, and they all pretended to be anxious in the same tone. He was already used to this. He glanced at the clock on the wall, it was 6:51, and then decided to expose the boy's lie: "Then why didn't your father call?"
"My father is parking the plane, so he asked me to call you, sir." The boy seemed to hear the other party's disbelief, and he became even more anxious. "This is absolutely true, sir. We did see the Japanese plane." , painted with two big suns..."
Hell, the tone of their lies is exactly the same, these annoying brats... Galen Erso interrupted the boy and politely said to him: "Oh, I understand, thank you!" and hung up the phone. , went to the bathroom to shave and wash his face, then came back, picked up coffee, and stood at the window, watching the nine reluctant and stupid officers and soldiers climbing onto the lookout balloon with their big butts stuck out, and he shook his head jokingly: "A few poor people Guy."
Galen Erso finished drinking his coffee and his replacement hadn't arrived yet, but the time had come, so he took his things and left the duty room.
Galen Erso didn't know that the phone call he just hung up on was actually his second to last chance to escape from Pearl Harbor.
At this time, the fleet led by Lieutenant Colonel Mitsuo Fuchida was still 215 kilometers away from Pearl Harbor.
After Mizuo Fuchida led the fleet to assemble and set off, dawn had just broken in the eastern sky, and the clouds in the sky were rich in ink, ever-changing, and hazy.
Mitsuo Fuchida glanced at the altimeter and saw that the cloud layer was about 1,800 meters high.
In order to conceal the whereabouts of the fleet, Mizuo Fuchida pulled the lever and led the fleet to climb upwards, entered the clouds, and continued upward. When he jumped out of the clouds, the east suddenly brightened, and the glow suddenly danced. The scene in the sky was picturesque, and then a red sun appeared from the horizon. Rising slowly, it emits thousands of rays of light, rendering the white and brilliant sea of clouds with patches of golden morning glow. The sky gradually turns into azure + white cotton color, reflected in the azure sea.
During the flight, Mitsuo Fuchida and his signal soldier Mizuki had been observing the front of this route, especially the signal soldier Mizuki, who held a high-power telescope in his hand and concentrated on the search.
In their combat plan, if the two Zero reconnaissance planes that went to Pearl Harbor for reconnaissance remained silent, it meant that the US military in the direction of Pearl Harbor did not detect the incoming Imperial fighter planes.
"Everything is normal, sir!"
Mizuki stared ahead and reported.
"God bless the Empire!" Mitsuo Fuchida looked behind him as he spoke, and saw that under the glow of the sky, the Empire's huge fleet looked majestic, especially the silver-white fuselage of the Zero fighter, which looked like a The ancestors of Japan wore armor and rode white horses, noble and proud.
Mizuo Fuchida shouted loudly: "This is the world of the Japanese Imperial Army. This sun, this ocean, including this dawn, everything belongs to the Japanese Empire and the Emperor!"
Behind him are 50 Type 99 high-altitude horizontal bombers, which are carrier-based attack aircraft carrying three people. Each aircraft carries an armor-piercing bomb weighing 800 kilograms, which is enough to penetrate the thick armor of any warship. Each aircraft also carried two small bombs, one an incendiary bomb and the other a conventional bomb.
In the air 800 meters to the right and rear of the 50 Type 99 high-altitude horizontal bombers is a formation of 40 Type 97 torpedo planes at a slightly lower altitude.
The Type 97 torpedo aircraft is also the Type 97 ship-based attack aircraft. The Type 91 torpedo it carries has been modified and specially used to attack US warships in Repulse Bay. The torpedo weighs one ton and is equipped with an aircraft balancer. Wooden wings can solve the key problem of torpedo sinking depth, and also solve the huge trouble caused to torpedoes by the 12-meter water depth in Pearl Harbor.
These 40 fighters are led by Major Shigechi Murata, a man with a cool head and superb skills. He once led a fleet of Japanese attack aircraft on the battlefield in China to make the Chinese Navy exist in name only.
800 meters to the left and rear of Mizuo Fuchida is a group of 50 Type 99 carrier-based dive bombers commanded by Major Kazuichi Takahashi.
At the rear and top of the entire fleet was a group of 43 Zero fighter jets led by Major Shigeru Itani, who was the first to take off. On both sides of Major Shigeru Itani, Tetsuzo Iwamoto and Hiroyuki Nishizawa were under the command of Major Shigeru Itani, each led by A fighter squadron.
In order to ensure the concealment of the sneak attack, all fighter planes kept their communications silent. Mizuo Fuchida's cheers could only be heard by his two crew members.
But in fact, all Japanese pilots saw the majestic and majestic fleet from their respective angles. Their hearts were surging, and their national pride arose spontaneously. They were all proud of being able to participate in today's decisive battle.
Everyone thinks: Today is the time to show off your skills. Today’s master is me, us, our Imperial Japanese Army!
Everyone looked at the spectacular scene, and their blood was filled with excitement. They firmly believed that today the elites of the empire would destroy all enemies for the emperor and the empire.
When the Japanese fleet led by Fuchida Mizuo was in full swing on its way to Pearl Harbor, Zhou Zhihan, who was waiting in the Pearl Harbor war room, was anxious.
If I were an American colonel, I would definitely send this guy to a military court... Looking at the officer who came out of the back room after making the phone call, he tried hard not to get angry.
"Colonel Zhou!" The officer held a piece of paper in his hand and handed it to Zhou Zhihan. "Your combat readiness list is here. It was left in the room by the guy on duty yesterday."
Thank God. Fortunately, this guy made a call. Otherwise, he would not have gone to the back room to find the report form. Everything has its own arrangements... Zhou Zhihan reached out and took it. The combat readiness form was printed with the seal and signature of General Short: " Thank you! This is really great.”
Zhou Zhihan tried his best to relax and strode outside: "Everyone, take off quickly!"
Time, 7:05.
Mitsuo Fuchida's fleet is still 200 kilometers away from Pearl Harbor.
