One man's resistance against Japan, I mobilized a million people to aid Shanghai.

Just as Zhu Yong was counting down the days, waiting for the system to upgrade.

Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, thousands of miles away.

The night was deep, but the naval port was still brightly lit, making final preparations for the massive reinforcements that were about to arrive.

The beams of searchlights swept across the dark sea, and the patrol team's footsteps echoed rhythmically on the dock.

However, inside a secluded two-story wooden house in the officers' quarters, several dark figures were secretly observing.

Li Yin, or rather, the gray-clad man who goes by the name "Li Yong," is standing in front of the window of a second-floor guest room. The curtains are tightly closed, leaving only a tiny gap.

He gazed out the window at the faint outline of the naval headquarters building in the distance and the magnificent sight of ships moving about in the harbor. His face was expressionless, but deep in his eyes, a flame burned.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the windowsill, seemingly unconsciously, but in fact, it was an extremely complex coded signal.

A moment later, two more dark figures gathered in the shadows in the corner of the room.

"The situation." Li Yin's voice was so low it was almost a whisper.

"Commander, there are at least twelve hidden sentries on the perimeter, divided into three shifts, with Marines keeping a close watch."

"Nimitz became suspicious of us, and MacArthur was placed under semi-house arrest, with his movements restricted."

"The port's defenses are being strengthened, particularly around the oil depots, ammunition depots, and command post areas."

The two dark figures recounted what they had observed.

Although they can only move around indoors, as special forces soldiers, their intuition is much sharper than that of ordinary people.

Li Yin remained silent for a moment.

Nimitz was more vigilant than he had anticipated.

This is not surprising; MacArthur's "perfect" return was itself shrouded in mystery.

His long-planted moles, attempting to infiltrate Pearl Harbor, were unable to get close to the core; the port's security and personnel screening were far more stringent than imagined.

This risky move, using MacArthur and personally posing as a "loyal Asian squire" to infiltrate the enemy, was the only way he could think of to directly penetrate the heart of the enemy territory.

It was a success, but it immediately alerted the supreme commander.

His original plan was to lie in wait and find out the ultimate strength of the Pacific Fleet, as well as the specific time and route of its attack.

Or, at a crucial moment, to carry out sabotage or decapitation.

However, Nimitz's close surveillance makes the operation extremely dangerous, and sabotage operations have a low success rate under the enemy's high vigilance, and will expose the operator, making it impossible to achieve the maximum results.

A bolder, crazier idea, but one that could also yield unimaginable profits, arose in his mind.

He walked to the simple desk in the room and then connected with Zhu Yong through his consciousness.

"My Lord, I have entered Pearl Harbor with the help of MacArthur. Now I am in the lion's den, surrounded by enemies and under constant surveillance."

"The enemy's Pacific Fleet is right in front of us, but the enemy commander Nimitz is cautious and suspicious, and is already on guard."

"Our operations are restricted, our regular intelligence channels are blocked, and our sabotage efforts may not be successful; we might only alert the enemy."

"At this moment, the main force of the enemy fleet is concentrated in the port, and reinforcements are not yet in place. Although the defenses are strict, the focus is on the outer perimeter and key areas. The surveillance of MacArthur's entourage is more about restriction than immediate elimination."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"Please descend here, my avatar. No need for many, 300,000 is enough to sweep through Pearl Harbor, strike at its heart, capture and kill Nimitz, control Pearl Harbor, seize the port's warships, and then in the Pacific, our army will be invincible."

"If this attack succeeds, it will not only avert the crisis of the future naval battle, but also severely damage the morale of the enemy nation!"

"Our army could even use this opportunity to land on the mainland of the United States, ignite the war on the mainland, and completely conquer the United States."

"I implore you... to make a decisive decision!"

As soon as the message was sent out, Zhu Yong immediately received a message from Li Yin.

At this moment, Zhu Yong was extremely conflicted.

As Li Yin said, they went to great lengths to infiltrate Pearl Harbor, creating an excellent opportunity for themselves.

As long as the clones are summoned, three million clones can immediately appear in Pearl Harbor. At that time, the Pacific Fleet of the White Eagle will be caught off guard and can instantly occupy the entire Pearl Harbor.

At that time, the entire Pacific Fleet will be in my hands.

With its own combined fleet, the expeditionary force's naval power would immediately become the world's number one.

These warships alone, plus their carrier-based aircraft, are enough to sweep across the world, not to mention that he also has tens of millions of clones.

But if I summon it now, all the kill points I've painstakingly accumulated will be wiped out.

Next, he could only start all over again, continuing to hold back on upgrading. This feeling of waiting made Zhu Yong very impatient.

However, considering the importance of capturing Pearl Harbor, Zhu Yong couldn't care less about upgrading the system.

Once Pearl Harbor is captured, these kill points can simply be reclaimed from the Bald Eagle.

Just as Zhu Yong was about to summon his clone, a sudden change occurred on Li Yin's side.

"Knock knock knock".

A clear knock came from downstairs; it was the voice of MacArthur's American adjutant.

"General MacArthur wants you to come to his room; he has something important to discuss."

Li Yin's eyes sharpened, and he quickly adjusted his breathing and expression, concealing all his emotions flawlessly. He then answered in fluent English with an accent:

"Yes, sir, I'm coming right away."

He straightened his clothes, opened the door, and went down the stairs.

MacArthur's room was in the study on the first floor.

He had changed into a clean old military uniform and combed his hair. Although he looked haggard, his innate pride seemed to have returned somewhat.

"General, you wanted to see me?" Li Yin bowed respectfully.

MacArthur tapped his fingers lightly on the table, hesitated for a long time, and then decided to speak.

"Li, Nimitz just told me some important information while he was inside."

"Oh? What information?"

"Three days later, eight aircraft carriers and two thousand carrier-based aircraft will be sent to Pearl Harbor as reinforcements from the Bald Eagle homeland."

"What??"

Li Yin's eyes widened instantly, his face filled with disbelief.