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

"Blow up the Enterprise! Even if it means death, we can't leave it to Zhu Ganglie!!"

Nimitz, enraged, resolved to perish together with these demons.

The men quickly grabbed the explosives and headed to the bomb depot.

However, they were still a step too late.

The assault on the Enterprise's ammunition depot and engine room was one of the highest priority missions for the split-force units.

Even before Nimitz gave the order, small elite units of his own forces had already infiltrated the vicinity of these key areas like surgical scalpels, controlling elevators and internal passageways.

In front of the heavy blast doors of the ammunition depot, five dedicated Marines, relying on sandbag bunkers, formed the last line of defense with Browning Automatic Rifles.

They repelled two attacks by the clones, and seven or eight gray corpses lay on the ground.

However, the clone did not launch a third attack.

A clone of a soldier suddenly emerged from a side ventilation duct and conjured a quick-explosive grenade.

"Fire in the hole!"

A blazing white fire dragon roared out, instantly engulfing the space behind the cover.

The screams abruptly stopped.

The blast door was blown open.

Inside, several Eagle Army engineers who were preparing to plant explosives were taken down by bayonets by the clones who rushed in.

The Enterprise's ammunition depot has fallen.

The situation in the engine room was similar. After a brief but intense firefight, the clone lost more than twenty men but successfully took control of the steam turbines and main control console, and captured the engine room crew who were trying to sabotage the equipment.

When the officers Nimitz dispatched with their suicide squad arrived, they were met with a hatch reinforced from the inside, and behind it, the dark muzzle of a gun and a chilling warning:

"Step back, or you will be killed without mercy."

The message was relayed back to the bridge.

Nimitz seemed to have all his strength drained away in an instant, staggering backward and only managing to stay upright by grabbing the wall for support.

He looked at the equally desperate faces of Halsey, Spruance, Fletcher, and others, and at the gunshots and explosions getting closer and closer outside the window, knowing that the final moment had arrived.

"Enterprise... is finished."

He said those words with bitterness.

"General, we'll escort you out! In a small boat! Or jump overboard! There are other ships in the harbor!"

Halsey roared, his eyes red.

"No."

Nimitz shook his head, calmly straightened his disheveled uniform, picked up his dusty and blood-stained cap from the ground, and put it on his head properly.

"I am the commander of the Pacific Fleet, and my flagship is about to sink. How can I abandon my fleet and leave?"

His gaze swept over each of his colleagues.

"You all, find a way to evacuate immediately and tell Washington everything that has happened here!"

"Tell the world! Zhu Ganglie... possesses power we cannot comprehend! This is not conventional warfare... this is... an unnatural massacre!"

"General!"

"That's an order!"

Nimitz said sternly, then softened his tone, "Let's go."

"The Bald Eagle... needs you."

He pushed aside the adjutant who was trying to dissuade him, walked alone to the broken window of the bridge, turned his back to everyone, looked out at the blazing fire at Pearl Harbor, and at the gray tide spreading in the harbor, and felt utterly desperate.

Just as Nimitz raised his pistol, intending to kill himself, he was struck hard on the back of the head and then lost consciousness.

Halsey, his face stiff and filled with remorse, said:

"General, the bald eagle still needs you, the people still need you, you cannot perish here."

Seeing the shocked expressions on the other people's faces, Halsey roared:

"What are you all standing there for? Quickly carry the general away!!"

Only then did everyone realize what was happening, and they hurriedly carried Nimitz to the lifeboat.

However, the clones had already rushed close, leaving everyone with no choice but to jump into the sea.

After Halsey and Nimitz jumped into the sea, the clones finally rushed up.

The command room was completely empty; not a single person could be seen.

At this point, the Enterprise was completely taken over.

On the very day it planned its expedition to the East, the "Big E," laden with glory, announced a change of ownership in its hometown port.

......

Port Command Building.

The fighting here was equally fierce.

The building serves as a communications and command center, and its defenses are relatively strong. However, the locations where the clones appeared were extremely cunning, appearing directly in the building's corridors, communications rooms, and even outside the commander's office!

The internal situation instantly descended into chaos.

Outside the building, in the plaza and streets, the cloned units engaged in fierce street fighting with the Eagle Army's garrison and Marine Corps who had rushed to the scene.

The Eagle Army's response was swift, but lacking unified command and caught in a pincer movement, it quickly found itself on the defensive.

The roar of tanks filled the air as several tanks surged out of the camp, attempting to crush the clone on the square.

However, what awaited them was an RPG.

Tanks of this era are as fragile as paper in the face of RPGs.

Boom! Boom!

The two tanks instantly turned into burning iron coffins.

The cloned soldiers utilize buildings, wreckage, and even sewers to conduct skillful team-based coordinated operations.

Their precise marksmanship, ruthless close combat, and reckless charges that disregarded casualties left a deep psychological scar on the Eagle Army.

This doesn't feel like fighting a human army at all; it feels more like fighting a group of emotionless, fearless killing machines.

Inside the building, the gunfire gradually subsided.

The door to the top-level commander's office was blown open.

Major General Short, who remained behind, was shot in the forehead and fell into a pool of blood, still clutching his pistol.

In the communications center, all the equipment was either destroyed or taken into control.

The clone soldiers are trying to operate some working radios.

In less than ten minutes, Zhu Yong had decapitated Pearl Harbor's defense system.

Within the first half hour, the entire battle at Pearl Harbor had already become one-sided.

The outcome was a foregone conclusion when a well-trained, well-equipped, and premeditated detachment of three million troops faced off against the Eagle Army's garrison, which was hastily deployed, poorly commanded, and whose majority of elites had already left port with the fleet.

Other warships docked in the port suffered a similar fate to the USS Enterprise.

USS Bumblebee, USS Yorktown, USS Lexington, USS Saratoga...

On each of the giant ships, bloody scenes of boarding and seizure were unfolding.

Some warships attempted to weigh anchor and leave, but were either preemptively controlled by the clones or attacked by clones that suddenly appeared at the port entrance, forcing them to run aground or lose power.

A massive explosion occurred in the oil depot area, with several giant oil storage tanks being detonated by explosives.

The towering pillars of fire and mushroom clouds were visible even from the Honolulu city center. The burning fuel flowed into the sea, forming a terrifying sea of ​​fire that engulfed everything nearby.

Upon seeing this scene, Li Hu, the commander of this battle, immediately frowned.

"Nonsense!"

Fuel is one of the key aspects of this war, as both aircraft carriers and fighter jets require massive amounts of fuel.

Without fuel, a massive fleet is nothing more than a bunch of steel junk, utterly useless.

At the outset of the operation, Li Hu had already given a death order: to seize all the oil in Pearl Harbor.

But now, the oil depot has been destroyed, which, for Li Hu, means a failed raid.

Deputy Commander Liu Guanjun couldn't help but say:

"Was it an oversight by the assault team?"

Li Hu coldly said:

"In large-scale operations, discipline must be strict. Go and handle this!"