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

The next day, Pearl Harbor, 9:00 AM.

The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was crystal clear.

Inside Pearl Harbor, the seawater shimmered with a mesmerizing blue-green hue under the sunlight, creating a striking contrast with the deep gray of the steel behemoths anchored there.

Today is the day the main force of the Pacific Fleet will launch its attack.

The massive task force, led by the aircraft carrier USS Enterprise, has completed all preparations for departure.

The massive anchor chain was slowly being retracted, the thick cables were being released from the mooring bollards, and the tugboats, spewing white sprays of water, began to carefully push these behemoths weighing tens of thousands of tons away from the dock.

Colorful flags fluttered on the dock, and military music filled the air.

The officers and soldiers who remained behind, the shipyard workers, the families of the soldiers, and the journalists crowded into every available space, waving flags and cheering loudly to send off the soldiers who were about to embark on their expedition.

A temporary podium was specially set up at the forward of the Enterprise's spacious flight deck.

Vice Admiral Nimitz, dressed in a crisp white summer uniform, had a resolute and steady gaze beneath his hat brim.

He stood in front of the microphone, looking down at the sailors and pilots lined up on the deck below, and further away at the sea of ​​people on the dock.

Generals such as Halsey, Spruance, and Fletcher stood behind him.

Further back, there were neatly arranged carrier-based aircraft: F4F Wildcat fighters, SBD Dauntless dive bombers, and TBD Destroyer torpedo bombers, reflecting a cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

"Soldiers! Sailors! Pilots! Citizens of the Bald Eagle!"

Nimitz's voice was clearly transmitted through loudspeakers across the deck of the Enterprise and broadcast to every ship and every corner of the harbor via radio.

The port gradually quieted down, with only the sound of the sea breeze rustling the flags.

"Today, we stand here, in Pearl Harbor, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean."

Nimitz's voice was not loud, but it was powerful.

"Behind us are the vast expanse of bald eagles, the hope of the free world."

"Before us lies the vast Pacific Ocean, and the East, which is being shrouded in the shadow of tyranny and slaughter."

"A demon named Zhu Ganglie, through intrigue, betrayal, and incomprehensible evil power, swept across East Asia and Southeast Asia in a short period of time."

"He destroyed our ally Luzon, massacred countless innocent civilians, and now his clutches are reaching for even more distant places."

"He is challenging not just a few countries, but the entire order of civilized world, and the most basic moral bottom line of humanity!"

Nimitz's tone gradually rose, becoming rhythmic and forceful.

"But today, the devil's good days are over!"

"Look around you!"

He spread his arms and pointed to the warships standing in the harbor.

"Look at these powerful aircraft carriers, battleships, cruisers, and destroyers!"

"Look at these some of the world's finest aircraft and bravest pilots on the deck!"

"This is the culmination of the industrial power of the Bald Eagle! This is the sharp sword of the free world's counterattack!"

"We are gathered here not for defense, not to compromise!"

"We've gathered here for one purpose only—to attack! Westward, forward! To find that demon's main naval force, and then—"

Nimitz clenched his fist and swung it down hard!

"Kill him!"

A deafening cheer erupted on the deck of the Enterprise! The crowd on the dock also erupted in cheers!

"Kill him!"

"Take down Zhu Ganglie! Sweep across East Asia!"

The shouts grew louder and louder.

After the cheers subsided, Nimitz and the others continued:

"I know that some people say that Zhu Ganglie is very powerful, mysterious, and difficult to defeat."

"I want to tell them that before the bald eagle, before absolute power, any evil is nothing but a paper tiger!"

"Our ancestors crossed the Atlantic aboard the Mayflower and explored the New World."

"Our fathers fought against the most powerful empires in the world for freedom and independence."

"And today, we will sail across the Pacific with the most powerful fleet in human history to carry out the same mission: to defend freedom and destroy tyranny!"

"This is not just a military operation, but a redemption, for the slaughtered Allied soldiers and civilians, for the enslaved people of Asia, and for our future generations to live in a peaceful and free world!"

His speech reached its climax.

"Therefore, I command you, and I implore you—carry the pride of the bald eagle, the expectations of your loved ones, and the belief in justice, set out!"

"Let our wings blot out the Pacific sky! Let our gunfire illuminate the dark seas!"

At the same time, fifty meters above Pearl Harbor.

A C-47 Dakota transport plane is climbing, turning, and flying northeast—towards the mainland.

Inside the cabin, MacArthur leaned against the porthole, silently watching the breathtaking scene below.

A massive fleet centered around twelve aircraft carriers, like a moving mountain of steel, lies quietly in the harbor, ready to set sail at any moment.

The warships were covered with countless cannons and fighter jets, so densely packed that it was a sight to behold.

Such power, such might... if used in the Asian region, it should be invincible.

MacArthur's lips curled into an extremely cold smile.

"Unfortunately, these warships will ultimately be used in their birthplace."

MacArthur knew where these warships were headed.

He also knew that they might never reach their destination.

Li Yin, standing behind MacArthur, was not as calm as MacArthur.

He was extremely anxious at that moment.

With Nimitz's speech about to end, why hasn't he made a move yet?

Once the warships enter the vast Pacific Ocean, finding another opportunity to capture them all in one fell swoop becomes incredibly difficult!

What exactly is this person waiting for?

North China? East China?

Or... that damn system upgrade?

With every second that passed, the Pacific Fleet might move further away from Pearl Harbor, and the chances of the plan's success would decrease.

Li Yin's fingers tapped unconsciously on the armrest of the seat.

This is an outward manifestation of his inner anxiety.

He looked out the window; the fleet was about to set sail.

"Almost there..." he murmured to himself, "My true self, hurry up..."

On the "Enterprise" channel.

Nimitz's mobilization is drawing to a close.

"Let Zhu Ganglie and his henchmen tremble before the power of the bald eagle!"

"God bless you! God bless America! Victory is with us!"

"Justice will prevail!!!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory!!"

The entire Pearl Harbor was engulfed in a frenzy.

The steam whistles blared, the cannons roared, and colorful ribbons fluttered in the air.

Nimitz suddenly raised his hand and shouted:

"Departure! Heading to Manila! Set sail!"

"Crush Zhu Ganglie!!"

Just as Nimitz was confidently declaring his intention to crush Zhu Ganglie, a sudden change occurred!

There were no signs whatsoever.

At Pearl Harbor, where aircraft carriers and battleships were docked... the air suddenly began to distort.

It's not the heat wave that's causing the light to refract.

Instead, it's a more bizarre kind of "ripple".

Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating circles of transparent ripples that spread out out of nowhere.

The area rapidly expanded and connected with each other, forming irregular, trembling "water curtains".

These "water curtains" appeared extremely quickly, almost in the blink of an eye, simultaneously appearing on the aircraft carrier in the port and at various key locations throughout the port.

Nimitz, aboard the Enterprise, saw this scene and his pupils contracted sharply!

"What is that?!"

He cried out and raised the binoculars again.

The cheers and music on the dock seemed to be abruptly stopped, as if an invisible hand had choked them.

Countless people stared blankly and in astonishment at the suddenly appearing "air ripples".

next second.

"Buzz—!!!"

A deep humming sound swept across Pearl Harbor without warning!

The sound wasn't harsh, but it had a penetrating power that struck straight to the soul, making everyone's heart skip a beat and their scalp tingle!

Followed by.

At the center of those countless trembling "air ripples"—

A figure began to appear.

One, two, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand... a total of three million...

Vast and densely packed, like an army of undead pouring out of the gates of hell!

They were dressed in uniform gray military uniforms, wearing German-made steel helmets, carrying 98K rifles in their hands, and slung RPGs over their shoulders.

These people quickly materialized, filling a large area of ​​the port!

The location where they appeared was extremely deadly—

Some appeared directly on the aircraft carrier, some near the oil tank area, some on the open ground surrounding the command building, and even...

They appeared directly in the courtyard of the naval hospital and communications center!

What no one noticed was that at the center of these people's presence, there was always an Asian face, quietly lurking in the shadows.

These people were all Zhu Yong's clones, secretly slipped into the port by Li Yin and MacArthur.

Because they did menial, menial jobs, no one paid them any attention.

When they approach warships and port outposts according to their respective duties, they become the most deadly venom, capable of killing the war in an instant.

silence.

A deathly silence lasted for about two seconds.

Everyone in the port was stunned by this incomprehensible scene, their minds blank.

then.

"Enemy attack!!!!"

The piercing, distorted alarm finally burst from the throat of a terrified sentry, shattering the brief silence.