When the sun rose over Hawaii again, Oahu and Pearl Harbor were still covered in a thick cloud of black smoke, and the sunlight could barely penetrate this thick smoke screen, let alone erase his own dark memories of horror. From a purely military point of view, the first large-scale US air raid on Pearl Harbor was a success.

At 5 p.m. the next day, more than 1,200 US bombers, under the cover of a powerful escort group, went to bomb Pearl Harbor for the second time. Just as the US plane squadron had just flown over the sea, the remaining "Gale" and "Gale" flight squadrons were immediately ordered to take off. When the first batch of US bomber formations, which were almost surrounded by escort fighters, flew into the skies over Hawaii, the two squadrons that had been in the air for a long time quickly pounced, with the "Hurricane" fighter squadron specifically attacking US bombers, and the "Gale" fighter squadron going all out to intercept US fighters. The planes of both sides chased each other in the sky and started a desperate struggle. Suddenly, white flight trails appeared in the clear sky of the blue sky. Despite desperate resistance, the U.S. forces eventually completed the bombing. In the days that followed, the United States continued to intrude into the skies over Hawaii at any cost and wreaked havoc on the islands. The heart-rending air raid sirens were shouted all the time, seriously disrupting the normal work order, and drastically deteriorating the army's defense capability.

At this fateful moment, the Chinese army changed its interception tactics, and the "Gale" and "Hurricane" fighters will no longer be engaged in battle as scattered squadrons, but will unify into a large group of planes to fight against the US fleet in a form that can compete with the US military. In addition, Hawaii's civil defense system has also come into play, with more than 10,000 residents volunteering to participate in air surveillance, carrying binoculars and mobile phones to patrol the air day and night, tirelessly monitoring the air and issuing air raid sirens in a timely manner. He also organized a huge national protection organization, with volunteer fire brigades and emergency medical clinics all over the streets and alleys in an effort to alleviate the damage caused by the air raids.

On 2 December, the US air force was dispatched again. The "B-17" bombers of the 2nd Air Force's 3rd Bomber Aviation Regiment were the first to be intercepted by Japanese military planes over Oahu. This is the "Gale" fighter of the 72nd and 92nd squadrons of the Air Force. These fighters rushed directly into the formation of US bombers from the front before they could take up a favorable position, but they were met with concentrated fire from the superior US bombers, and the American pilots turned their anger into flames of revenge and fired at the planes like an overwhelming fire. Within a few minutes, the fighter jets were dragging smoke one after another, wailing and falling into the sea.

While the air battle was raging, Masanobu Kan came to the headquarters of General Yokoyama, who commanded the air battle. Without saying a word, he walked into the basement, his eyes fixed on the ever-changing map of the battle situation. This battle to the death was a matter of life and death for the Empire.

"How much reserve do we have?" Qianzheng Xin, who had been silent, asked uneasily.

"No, all the power has been used." General Yokoyama replied.

The American fleet of planes, having completed their bombing, finally returned. All of them breathed a sigh of relief, but they knew in their hearts that unless they received more support from the mainland, the air force would no longer be able to engage in a large-scale fight with the US military planes, and it could no longer afford to lose. On this day alone, 185 planes were shot down. This day can be said to be the most intense day in the history of world air warfare.

While the Hawaiian army was still immersed in the frustration of defeat, the U.S. army launched a counterattack with the aftermath of victory. On 15 and 7 December, the US military continued to violently bombard the anchorage of the warship off the coast of California, inflicting a serious blow on the navy. Admirals reported: "The transport fleet and escort ships suffered heavy losses, 15 transport ships were seriously damaged, 7 barges were sunk, an arsenal was blown up, and the warehouses were on fire in several places. "In Hawaii, a total of 84 barges, large and small, were sunk or damaged. What made the army even more frustrated was that a large arsenal was blown up, a large military grain depot was burned, and many steamers and torpedo boats were sunk, resulting in heavy casualties. Some people even had the audacity to say to the senior generals of the military headquarters: "If we order to continue the assembly of the landing force, it is better to send our soldiers directly to the meat churner." ”

Such a rapid recovery of the US military's combat effectiveness frightened him. The generals of the Japanese army have deeply realized the strength of the regular American army, and while constantly asking for help from home, they have tried every means to strengthen their defenses. In order to minimize losses as much as possible, the US military began to carry out air strikes on Hawaii at night starting on December 4.

On the evening of the 5th, a huge American fleet of more than 1,000 planes took off again, and it was about to bring death into Hawaii again. Although the air force took off and intercepted with all its might, the effect was very poor. The Chinese army lacked sufficient experience in night air defense, and a large number of US bombers successfully flew over Hawaii. Suddenly, the whole of Hawaii was blaring with piercing air raid sirens, and the lights were controlled to plunge the neighborhood into darkness. Searchlight beams swept through the air, searching for targets for ground air defense forces and fighters. I saw all kinds of planes sometimes diving, sometimes pulling up, and waves of skyrocketing fireworks followed, and one plane after another dragged thick black smoke to the earth, and the whole of Hawaii was suffering an unprecedented catastrophe.

By 10 December 1944, the US military had made more than 24,000 sorties, of which 156 were shot down. All parts of Hawaii suffered heavy losses, with nearly 10,000 soldiers killed, many military installations destroyed, communications and factory facilities seriously damaged, and other nearby islands also damaged to varying degrees, the most serious of which was Oahu, where the US military dropped more than 16,000 tons of bombs, almost the entire Pearl Harbor was destroyed, and some newly built factories were all seriously damaged.

In the face of this passive situation, the air force has come up with various methods: On the one hand, they have used planes loaded with searchlights and ground searchlights to illuminate fighter planes, and have released a large number of blocking balloons in the direction of the US planes; On the other hand, radio interference with the night navigation equipment of the US Air Force undermines the hit rate of bombs dropped by US aircraft. They also promptly developed a number of brand-new weapons and equipment, such as artillery sighting radars, fighter night navigation equipment, and airborne radar systems. All these measures have had a certain effect, but in the face of the absolute superiority of US aircraft, they have not been able to effectively curb the US Air Force's large-scale counterattack, nor have they been able to reduce losses in battle.

During the entire battle, Ben lost nearly 1,000 combat planes and killed and injured more than 70,000 personnel of all kinds. However, the fierce and warlike pilots also inflicted great losses on the US military, causing the United States to lose more than 400 planes. Roosevelt spoke highly of the tremendous contributions of the American pilots in battle, saying in his speech to Congress: "Without the heroic efforts of the pilots and the great victories they have achieved, it would have been impossible for us to completely destroy the enemy who has set foot on our sacred land." ”

Just when he was anxious to cope with the all-out counterattack of the US military, on the other side of the ocean, he was also facing a fierce life-and-death struggle.

Shanghai, China, Ten Mile Ocean.

Even in such war-torn times, the night of Shanghai is the most magnificent in the world.

Although his planes visit here from time to time, it is difficult to cause damage here, because the Chinese air defense forces stationed here have the most advanced equipment in the country -- new radars, jet fighters, night fighters, and large-caliber anti-aircraft guns -- and the most elite combat personnel.

The powerful gentry, business tycoons, and Manchu relics in the south of the Yangtze River, dragged their families and carried huge sums of money, and crashed into this place that was still in a flashy dream. Despite the fact that the number of people facing the war has increased dramatically, Shanghai is still bustling and lively. Here, horses are racing, dogs are running, dancing and dancing, money is gambling, well-dressed men and women are enjoying the drunkenness and lust of the dogs and horses here wholeheartedly, and war and disaster seem to be non-existent.

At five o'clock in the afternoon of December 5, Zhong Shanwen, as usual, wore a light gray tweed coat and a wide-brimmed fedora that ladies often wear, and walked out of the house alone.

Although the familiar sound of air raid sirens was heard from time to time, the pedestrians on the street did not seem to hear it. It was drizzling down the streets, and passers-by were hurrying and walking with their heads down. The rain swept over the brim of the hat and hit the face, and the stars were so cold that they were like snow soaked in autumn, with a lonely blur in the chaos.

Chung hates rainy days. In her memory, good things almost never happened in such weather. My mother died on such a rainy day.

Lowering the brim of her hat, Zhong Shanwen raised her collar and walked out into the street. She wanted to call a taxi, but on such rainy days, there are few cars and many people, and some roads can only be walked by military cars, so it is extremely difficult to call a car. After standing in the rain for a full quarter of an hour. She frowned and got on a tram.

As soon as he got on the bus, the conductor with a big leather bag greeted him with a smile: "Where is the young lady going?" ”

"Xianle Gate." Zhong Shanwen took out a dime and handed it over. There are eight stops to Xianle Gate, and the conductor tore the ticket to her and whispered: "Get on the train at the fourth station." ”

Zhong Shanwen walked sideways to the back of the car. As he rubbed his way through the narrow aisle, he quietly swept his gaze over the faces of the other passengers.

There were more than twenty passengers in the car, and the main attraction was undoubtedly the old Jewish man sitting by the window on the left. The old man wore a black-brimmed hat, slightly turned white, and read silently with a copy of the Old Testament in Hebrew. A girl in a purple cheongsam sat next to her, holding a small mirror, touching up her makeup as if no one was around.

Zhong Shanwen leaned over to the back row and sat down, and as soon as she sat down, someone next to her chuckled and said, "Yo, isn't this Xiao Wen, I didn't expect to meet acquaintances here." ”

Zhong Shanwen turned her head and saw that it was a man wearing a black silk robe. The man was wearing sunglasses and a scarf, Zhong Shanwen felt that the other party's face was familiar, but she couldn't see who it was, so she asked hesitantly: "Are you ......?"

The man lifted his sunglasses slightly, and immediately put them down.

As soon as he lifted and put it down, a pair of charming and smart eyes turned, and Yingying's eyes almost overflowed from under the lenses. At just one glance, Zhong Shanwen recognized that the other party was Wen Xiaochun, the pillar of the big world stage, the popular short martial arts, and famous actors such as Tan Xinpei and Zhang Yingjie have all played together. Because of his handsome appearance, he is sought after by many celebrities.

"Boss Fang......" Zhong Shanwen was slightly stunned before she could speak, but the man stretched out his index finger and compared it to his lips: "Shhhh......h You're going to work at Xianlemen, right? I remember you always come in a car, how come you get in this kind of car? ”

"It was General Dongfang who gave me face and specially sent a car to pick me up. Now that the war is raging, and the generals of the East have gone to the northwest, I, a little pianist, have returned to their original form. ”

"Don't say that, in Shanghai, who doesn't know that your piano is this?" Wen Xiaochun gave a thumbs up and shook his head exaggeratedly: "According to your level, even if you go abroad, you can do a lot, I didn't see how much the British consul William values you." Not to mention anything else, aren't many of those foreigner consuls going to Xianle Gate for you and Huan Yan? Boss Gu is so generous, you just asked her for a car, and she can still lose your face? ”

"It's better to keep a low profile than it used to be. Isn't it often said? Be careful......

"Careless Jingzhou-" Wen Xiaochun slapped his head, opened his long cavity, and shook his head.

"Gentlemen, beware of pickpockets——!" At the door of the bus, the conductor shouted loudly as if he had fun.

The two couldn't help but smile at each other.

The train suddenly clanged and stopped, and someone was making a loud noise in front of it.

The passengers in the car poked their heads out of the window and looked out, and even the old Jewish man put down the Book of the Prophets in his hand.

"What's going on?" Wen Xiaochun asked in a low voice.

Zhong Shanwen shook her head and looked out the window. Before she could poke her head out, a crisp bean-like gunshot had already sounded in the drizzle, and the crisp echo was mixed with the screams of pedestrians, becoming more and more solemn.

Because they were afraid of stray bullets, everyone shrank back and curled up and didn't dare to look up. Zhong Shanwen leaned only on the inside of the car window and glanced out of the corner of her eye.

In the rain in the middle of the road, a man in a horse coat fell face down to the ground, and next to him stood a few men with guns. One of them was crouching and stabbing the man with the barrel of his pistol. Soon, he shook his head and turned to say something to the person next to him.

A middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth waved his hand, and several people turned to leave. The middle-aged man kicked the corpse with his toes, spat the cigarette butt on the deceased's back, then took out his gun and fired three shots at the corpse before swaggering.

"What are you doing? ......" Wen Xiaochun's voice was a little panicked, "It's in broad daylight, it's scared to death." ”

"It's the NSA guys, they're hunting down the Spy." Zhong Shanwen sighed, took out a box of "Baishan" cigarettes wrapped in gold paper, knocked out two cigarettes on the box with her middle finger, took one in her mouth, and gave the cigarette box to Wen Xiaochun: "It's a pity that I didn't catch it alive." ”

"Then there's no need to be so scary, dare to shoot in the downtown area, aren't you afraid of hurting the innocent?" Wen Xiaochun waved his hand to signal not to smoke, and then sighed: "I remember that once the people from the police station caught a spy and used a gun, but the person was not caught, but injured an old lady passing by, do you know who the old lady is?" It's the mother of the shopkeeper of 'Guan Shengyuan' Liu Er, this matter is quite big, I saw the newspaper, and for a while there was a big uproar in public opinion, I heard that the police station also lost money, but the old lady was injured after all, and almost died. I said, Xiaowen, Jing'an Temple is not far from your Xianle Gate, you have to be careful. ”

"It's okay, we're pretty peaceful there." Zhong Shanwen took out a lighter, lowered her head and lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, turned her face out the window, and spit out a faint smoke ring. "Now the world is not peaceful, I say that I have the heart to swallow elephants, and I have always refused to let go of our Huaxia, in fact, they put their hands in very early. It's ridiculous that the NSA gang now knows that it's too late to do it. ”

Wen Xiaochun glanced left and right, lowered his voice and said, "Xiao Wen, I heard that there seem to be people from the Communist Party on your side?" The NSA has set its sights on it. ”

Zhong Shanwen glanced at him: "Who did you listen to?" ”

Wen Xiaochun was stunned, and then smiled: "People are the same!" I'm just hearsay. ”

"It doesn't matter if he is a member of the Communist Party or a member of the Communist Party, anyway, they are all dogs who call for others, and these people secretly engage in sabotage and assassination all day long, and they deserve to be caught." Zhong Shanwen said sneeringly: "As long as you don't implicate us ordinary people, it's unlucky." ”

"Yes! Not in his position, not in his politics. We are all idlers, we can't manage so many national affairs, as long as we can live well. ”

As soon as Wen Xiaochun's words came out, the tram rumbled and arrived at the station.

Zhong Shanwen said goodbye to Wen Xiaochun, got off the train, and the tram moved forward slowly.

As she passed by the corpse from a distance, Zhong Shanwen glanced at it faintly.

In the middle of the blue-black road, the rain took on a sad dark red, seeping very slowly in all directions. It's like a soft board that is sad to the extreme.

Next to the corpse, a round-rimmed black-rimmed glasses fell.

Zhong Shanwen stretched out her left hand holding the cigarette out of the window, without letting Wen Xiaochun see the slight tremor between her fingers.

Zhong Shanwen got off the bus near Maho Road and walked north to the sound of the "jingle bell" tram.

The rain soaked the green bricks under his feet, and the road surface was full of uneven puddles. The clammy air seeped into Zhong Shanwen's skin, muscles, and even bones, constantly diluting the heat in her body.

(To be continued)