At 14:00 Hawaii time, the flagship of the mobile force, the "Dapeng", the planes of the third attack wave of the ship were landing.

The commander of the third attack wave, Colonel Cai Yong, was the last to land, and he was not able to see his niece, Lieutenant Cai Guolan, in the welcoming crowd.

The commander of the team, Major General Bi Lingbo, lined up in the crowd to greet him.

"Hard work, Commander Liang is waiting for you above."

"Didn't Guolan come back?" Cai Yong was still lucky.

"It's a pity......"

Cai Yong sighed lightly: "This is also her life......"

Someone saw Second Lieutenant Qi Bing's plane following him, but there is no news from the two planes so far. Relax for a snack, they are all trained in forced landings, and the local residents are mainly Asian, and if you are lucky, you may even meet our intelligence officers......"

Bi Lingbo's comfort seemed to have limited effect, Cai Yong didn't say anything more, lowered his head and went straight to the flying bridge.

Inside the bridge, Liang Shuming was listening to the report of intelligence staff officer Jiang Ye: "...... The number of losses reported by the ships was counted, and only 16 aircraft and 28 pilots failed to return on time......"

Seeing Cai Yong coming in, Liang Shuming waved his hand to stop Jiang Ye and turned to meet him.

"Captain Cai, hard work."

Cai Yong saluted: "Commander, the commander of the third attack wave Cai Yong led the team back and came to report." ”

Liang Shuming returned the salute and held Cai Yong's shoulder: "Captain Cai, please relax about your niece, we will definitely try our best to rescue you." ”

"Thank you Commander for your concern, but since he is an imperial soldier, he should have put life and death out of the way a long time ago, Lieutenant Cai Guolan, as a member of the millions of imperial soldiers, should have already realized it, I believe she will not regret her original choice, this is enough."

"Well, I'm relieved when you say that. The alert ships on the outer layer of the formation have already made contact with the enemy cruiser force, and the reconnaissance planes have also spotted the enemy warship force 50 nautical miles away, and we must immediately avoid it. The landing force will arrive in a few days, and the pilots who fail to return on time will probably be able to confirm their whereabouts when the landing force captures Oahu. During this time, all we can do is pray to the heavens. ”

Yes, I have to pray to the heavens, sacrifice in battle is inevitable, but even if it is self-comforting, no one does not want their relatives and friends to survive.

200 kilometers away, in a small wooden house surrounded by sugar cane fields east of Pearl Harbor, Cai Guolan, who obviously did not feel the above feelings, was biting a corn cob, enduring the severe pain of the operation without anesthesia, and dense beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, soaking the hair on her forehead......

"Take it out." Zheng An, an intelligence officer of the Ministry of Counsel and Intelligence, who made a cameo appearance as a Mongolian doctor, raised tweezers and clamped a piece of shrapnel the size of a fingernail.

"Wine."

Qi Bing, who was pale, hurriedly handed over the bottle of white vodka.

Zheng An easily bit the cap of the bottle and poured his brain on the wound - Cai Guolan immediately convulsed, then her body softened and let go of the corn cob on her mouth.

"Sister Cai......"

"She's fine, come, miss, it won't hurt after two sips." Zheng An said, picked up Cai Guolan's head, and carefully poured a few sips of wine into her mouth.

"Did you really study medicine?" Qi Bing lowered his eyes, with a look of helplessness and distrust.

"Three generations of veterinarians in my family."

"You ......" Qi Bing's fist itched.

Zheng An put down the bottle and began to stitch up the wound.

"Fool, of course the intelligence officer has to learn basic self-help measures."

Qi Bing helped unconvinced: "How could the intelligence officer hide in such a place where birds don't?" The intelligence officer should disguise himself as a young master, go to and from wealthy banquets, make friends with military and political officials, and then use a beautiful man's trick to hook up with the daughter and wife of the governor and commander, drink two glasses of wine and say a few words to get the information. ”

Zheng An shrugged his shoulders with a wry smile: "Miss, it's not that kind of guy in spy novels, but it's a pity that it's not my turn, you see, I'm the one who cut sugar cane." ”

"Chopping sugar cane can also gather intelligence?"

"Listen, there are more than 200,000 Chinese and Japanese on this island, and I don't know how many of them are spying on intelligence for the East Asian coalition forces, but I only know that in the past 20 years, the intelligence agencies of China and Japan have been working hard here and laying eyeliner everywhere...... I had an instructor who had been cutting sugar cane here since the fifteenth year of Guangxu, for five years, and then opened a tavern in Honolulu, and was not ordered to return to China until four years ago. I think if it weren't for the army coming over, I would probably be like him, and I would have spent the rest of my life on this island. ”

While talking, Xiao Lu, who was winding from the window, came over nervously: "A car is coming." ”

Zheng An twisted his sore neck, and handed the bandage on his hand to Qi Bing: "You come to bandage it, I'll take a look." ”

"Be careful." Qi Bing unconsciously said with concern.

"Qi Bing, you're blushing......" Xiao Lu reminded indifferently.

"You have to take care of it!"

A few minutes later, the hut was suddenly flooded with a dense burst of gunfire......

When the periscope of "Whale 22" poked out of the sea, the sky was already dark red.

Major Mo Ming quickly turned the handle and looked around the sea, and there was not a single moving ship in sight on the vast expanse of the sea—wait, the long, thick black shadow was......

Battleship!

That's right, a big warship paralyzed on the surface of the sea! It's less than 1000 yards away! From the periscope, it's almost reachable!

"Brothers, our luck has come!"

Mo Ming subconsciously touched the bandage on his head - a few hours of indiscriminate deep bombardment could have killed his Whale 22 miserably, the hull of the ship once leaked, the battery compartment was filled with toxic smoke, and dozens of brothers almost became water ghosts together.

Fortunately, the opponent's deep bullet was not accurate, and the Whale 22 scurried underwater for most of the day, and finally escaped from the ghost gate.

At this time, such a large piece of fat is directly delivered to the mouth, which is really a great disaster, and there will be a blessing in the future.

"Two sides and a half cars, straight rudder...... Prepare six salvos at a depth of six meters......"

Whale 22 slowly approached its prey under the cover of night, nine hundred yards, eight hundred horses, seven hundred yards, six hundred yards - wait a minute! Inexplicably, it was suddenly discovered that the battleship was close to a destroyer on one side, and it happened to be hidden in the shadow of the battleship just now, and as the distance was pulled, it showed its original form.

At this time, it seemed that someone on the ship had spotted a periscope slowly moving on the water, turned on the searchlight suddenly, and several small-caliber guns also spewed orange flames one after another - oops, it was discovered!

What else is there to hesitate about!

"Launch!"

Six torpedoes burst out of the launch tube at a distance of 500 yards, and the short track formed a narrow fan: one hit the small destroyer in front of the battleship, and immediately blew it in two, and the two hulls were lifted high out of the sea, and in the blink of an eye, they fell heavily, and disappeared without a trace after a few heavs on the surface.

One missed the target - presumably because there was a problem with the depth fixing, and drilled directly through the bottom of the ship.

The other four sturdily carved several large holes in the huge hull of the battleship, and the shock wave of the explosion shook the "Whale 22", and the crew was so excited that they threw their hats and shouted "Long live" together.

After two minutes, only a huge whirlpool remained on the surface of the sea, along with bits and pieces of wood, paper, jars, and human bodies inside and outside the whirlpool......

On that day, the total record of the Whale 22 was: sinking one old battleship of the "Virginia" class, one armored cruiser of the "Petersburg" class and one armored cruiser of the "Memphis" class, and one destroyer of the "Paulding" class, totaling 43,800 tons, setting a new record for submarine warfare in the world!