My own war game

Chapter 195 The Morning with the Smell of Gunfire

December 1941, 12, Pacific Ocean, Oahu Island, Hawaii.

[Mission Tiger Tiger Tiger, Mission Objective: Players need to ensure that at least one of the Arizona, West Virginia, Oklahoma, and Enterprise survives. Each additional ship that survives will be rewarded with 10 gold coins. This reward will be doubled when the number of sailor casualties is no more than 2000.]

The system briefing had just been completed. He Chi wiped the water off his face and looked at the clock next to him. It was 6:40.

That is to say, according to history, 20 minutes ago, the first wave of 183 aircraft of Japan's aircraft carrier formation for the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor had taken off and would arrive over Pearl Harbor in half an hour.

10 gold coins for a battleship, the reward is quite generous, but in fact this task is quite difficult to complete.

In such a large-scale military battle, one person can do very little. Now, except for the USS Enterprise aircraft carrier which is still 300 nautical miles away, the remaining three battleships in the mission have already fallen into the Japanese dinner plate.

It is extremely difficult 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 the Hawaii radar station had discovered the Japanese aircraft group at around 7 o'clock in history, but it was regarded as a B17 bomber flying from the mainland and was not taken seriously, missing the last chance to respond.

If I think of a solution at this point, would it be possible to give the battleships in the naval port at least a chance to sail out, rather than being used as targets by bombers in shallow waters?

He saw the jeep outside.

He Chi picked up the uniform beside him and found that it was a sergeant's uniform, and there were two other uniforms of second lieutenant and first lieutenant.

He Chi searched through three pieces of clothing but couldn't find the car keys.

"Hey, where are the car keys?" He Chi had no choice but to ask the bartender in front of him.

"Of course it's Welch. Wasn't he the one driving when you three came here to drink?" The bartender looked at He Chi strangely.

A few memories flooded into He Chi's mind, and he roughly understood the current situation. The predecessor of this body was the third son of a Chinese-American middle-class family in the United States. His last name happened to be He. He chose to join the army due to family conflicts and is now a ground crew member at a nearby air force base.

George Welch mentioned by the bartender and another man, Kenneth Taylor, were two pilots at that base.

These are two typical little bad guys, troublemakers who came to Texas. Because of his Asian appearance, he started a military bullying game. Every weekend, the original owner of the body would buy them free drinks, calling it "communication between men."

Before He Chi arrived, the original owner of this body was already in a very bad mental state due to this kind of bullying.

But at this time He Chi didn't have time to think so much.

He walked into a small room inside the bar and saw two drunk white men lying unconscious on the bed.

"Welch, Taylor! Wake up! Something big has happened!" He Chi kept shaking the two people but to no avail.

"Sorry, can you lend me the kettle you used just now?" He Chi turned to the bartender.

Splash! Two glasses of ice water were poured directly onto the drunk's face.

"Fuck!! If any bastard touches me, I'm going to shove his little finger up his ass!" Welch stood up cursing and looked around for the attacker until he saw the kettle in He Chi's hand.

"Fuck! What! Is your brain stuck with sandwich cream?" Taylor on the side also noticed something and came up to pull the Oriental man's collar.

Boom! ! !
Taylor's vision suddenly spun and he was pinned to the ground.

"What are you doing, you yellow boy! You..." Welch rushed forward, but before he could say half of his words, a silver large-caliber revolver was pointed at his head.

"Shut up, I don't have time to talk to you." Same accent but completely different tone. The Asian man who had been bullied by them seemed to have suddenly changed. His cold and murderous eyes made Welch shiver.

"Hey, man, calm down, don't fire accidentally, if it's about the money for last night's drinks, we can pay for it." Taylor thought that the two of them had gone too far in bullying the newcomers. You know, even decades later, the psychological problems of American soldiers have always existed for a long time, and it is common for someone to pull a grenade in the barracks.

Therefore, seeing the Asian's drastic change in temperament, the two pilots quickly adjusted their tone.

The other party didn't say anything, but instead reached out his hand to touch Welch's hairy chest.

"Hey, man, I don't like this." Welch shuddered and subconsciously squeezed his buttocks. Then he looked at the gun against his forehead and said, "But if you insist, I can bear it for a while..."

He Chi ignored him and took out a car key from his shirt pocket.

"The Japanese are coming. I'm going to report it. You come with me." After saying this, He Chi shook the pistol in his hand and asked the two men to follow him out the door.

He Chi opened the cockpit door and started the engine. He used a weapon to force Welch to sit in the driver's seat, while Taylor sat beside him.

"Brother, where are we going?" Welch asked, holding the steering wheel.

"Don't ask other questions, just drive." He Chi frowned and pushed the pistol forward again.

The jeep drove onto the road, and Welch asked again

"Hey, man, did you just say the Japanese are coming?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"How do you know? Are you from the FBI? Or are you sent by Washington?" Welch expressed his guess. He thought that the reason why He Chi had changed so much was that he must be hiding himself, so he was most likely an FBI agent or something.

"I have nothing to say. Anyway, the Japanese plane will arrive in half an hour. You will know then." He Chi did not intend to explain in detail to the two people.

The two looked at each other and nodded.

"We'll go with you. We've been fed up with those yellow monkeys for a long time. Let's take this opportunity to teach them a lesson!" Unexpectedly, the two drunkards became more active when they heard that the Japanese were coming.

He Chi was a little surprised. In the memory of the original owner of this body, these two people were like soldiers. He didn't expect that they had some courage. The key point was that they actually believed what he said without any evidence.

"Do you believe me?" He Chi looked at the two people.

"Man, I would never tell a lie that would be discovered in an hour and a half, especially if it didn't do me any good." Taylor shrugged.

"Can you tell us where we are going now?" The two people began to actively ask He Chi about his next plan.

"The nearest radar station, tell them that the Japanese planes are coming soon." He Chi looked at the watch on his hand while speaking.

"Brother, I don't want to pour cold water on you, but the nearest radar station takes 20 minutes to drive to. Even if you get there, you probably won't make it in time," said Taylor.

He Chi turned his head and looked at the other two people, "Do you have any ideas?"

Squeak! The jeep stopped by the roadside.

"If you want to give advance warning, I know a place. It's just around the next corner and only five minutes away." Welch gestured in the opposite direction with his eyes.

A few minutes later, the jeep stopped at a large warehouse in the suburbs. On the door of the warehouse were several large characters painted in red paint:

“The sound of Hawaii.”

(End of this chapter)