Pan Guochen's plan was simple: two tank battalions of the headquarters, together with a self-propelled howitzer company, spread out along the west bank of the Pearl River and attract the attention of the enemy troops on the opposite bank with heavy artillery bombardment. He personally led more than 50 amphibious vehicles from the mouth of the Pearl River to enter Pearl Harbor and went ashore in the suburbs of the eastern district of Pearl City, catching the other side by surprise.

The only difficulty in planning was darkness - night had already fallen, and the planned routes and landing points marked on the map were all in the dark of night. It is not that there are no electric lights on the amphibious combat vehicle, but it is easy to be exposed when the lights are turned on, and the effect of a surprise attack cannot be achieved.

"If I could set up some navigation devices beforehand......

Pan Guochen rubbed his messy hair, and had to turn to Fan Wenrui again: "Intelligence Officer Fan, are you willing to take a risk?" ”

Fan Wenrui patted the soft hat in his hand: "I've been taking risks, if there's anything that can help, please tell me." ”

"Okay, I'd like to ask you to take a small group of amphibious vehicles, set off before the big army, and mark the correct route of the march, as for what to use for the demarcation, I haven't thought about it yet......"

Fan Wenrui lifted the kerosene lamp at hand: "It's okay to use this, wrap the life-saving gauze around the outside to dim the light, and then use your life jackets to tie a few floating rafts, fix this on it, and you can use it as a night navigation buoy." ”

Pan Guochen's eyes lit up, and he patted Fan Wenrui's shoulder excitedly: "Okay, just do it, I'll give you a company of people, you can teach them to make buoys, and you can choose the vehicles and personnel you want to bring." ”

"Wrap it up on me." Fan Wenrui snapped his fingers confidently.

The preparation work only lasted less than half an hour, and under Fan Wenrui's careful and clear demonstration, the company responsible for making the buoy moved quickly and quickly, and quickly set up 20 pairs of night navigation buoys.

The water route marked on the map is about four kilometers, and a pair of buoys are scheduled to be placed every 200 meters until near the landing site.

Fan Wenrui asked for two "Crocodile" personnel carriers and a "Fire Crocodile" support combat vehicle. In view of the fact that this small detachment will land in the heart of the enemy's heart and is very likely to be surrounded by a large number of enemy troops before the arrival of its own large forces, the firepower of each vehicle has been specially strengthened: in addition to its own two heavy machine guns, the "Crocodile" is equipped with three light machine guns and two grenadier canisters for each vehicle, and each vehicle is equipped with one submachine gun; In addition to equipping the crew with submachine guns, the "Fire Crocodile" also tied several boxes of grenades and 75 infantry artillery shells to the outside of the car.

In addition, the detachment also brought with it the only spare radio of Pan Guochen's detachment, as well as a box full of color signal flares for grenadiers.

Everything was ready, and Fan Wenrui, who climbed up to the "crocodile" at the beginning, raised his soft hat to Pan Guochen: "Let's set off first." ”

"Wait, put this on." Pan Guochen took a steel helmet and threw it over.

"Thank you...... I'm really not used to this hard thing. ”

"The shelling of the opposite shore is about to begin, you go first, and later I will personally lead the assault troops to the beach to assemble, as soon as you give the signal, the large force will be launched immediately. This time, we are going to play the tiger to dig out their hearts, and destroy their internal organs with one claw, if it succeeds, I will give you the first credit. Pan Guochen patted his chest and promised.

"There is no need for the first effort, after this battle, please liberate Honolulu as soon as possible and save the compatriots trapped there. A few days ago, the U.S. military went on a killing spree in Chinatown, and the whole square was covered with the blood of our yellow race. ”

Pan Guochen immediately gritted his teeth and was furious: "There is such a thing - I fuck his ancestor!" What bullshit democracy, freedom and human rights, look at Lao Tzu to give him blood for blood! Someone came, and ordered the 1st and 2nd Battalions and the attached artillery company to immediately fire on the opposite bank and hit me hard! ”

……

Admiral Sculley hung his head and returned to the "House of Fortune" where he had dinner two hours earlier.

The last counterattack failed, and the three battalions of the 50th Regiment and the first battalion of the 53rd Regiment were finally caught up with the dilapidated battlefield, but they watched thousands of officers and men fall into purgatory under the dazzling daylight of the enemy's searchlights and flares -- an unprecedentedly shocking and tragic scene that the vast majority of US officers and men present had never seen.

How many cannons are firing on the other side? A hundred? Two hundred? That flash, that kind of tremor—is it a thousand doors? In the middle, there was a dense stream of machine guns, as if a thousand gongs were being struck by 10,000 people......

The slaughter lasted less than half an hour, and the companies at the front were almost unsurviving, and the companies behind lingered, cowering, and trembling in front of the bloody slaughterhouse—until they collapsed.

Sculley himself led a squad of overseers armed with machine guns in the rear, and finally stopped some of the routs and stuffed them into the trenches of the defensive positions. The other side took advantage of the victory to launch a counterattack, dozens of tanks lined up in the wrong two lines, with their headlights on and rushed towards the position, Sculley ordered the only nine cannons to aim at the light source and fire, turning several of them into torches, and the remaining tanks turned off their lights and slowly retreated. Then, the position was covered by enemy artillery fire, several cannons were blown apart, and the hastily dug trench collapsed from east to west, and a scorched arm fell into Scowley's arms...... So the admiral took advantage of the bombardment to flee the position and ran all the way back to this "lucky house" in his Ford car.

What's next – what's next?

Will it survive into the day?

Is this really the end of it?

With a question mark in his head, Scauley asked the lieutenant to knock on the door.

"General, you're back so soon?" The owner looked surprised or mocked.

"The breakout operation has been postponed, and I need to requisition your house as a temporary headquarters."

"Please come in, please come in, in fact, we have a room for you to spend the night at dinner."

Sculley's attentiveness made Sculley feel very uncomfortable, and he looked around like a child lying for the first time, only to notice that the Pearl city to the west was already in flames.

"Soon after you left, the city became like that, it's terrible, Chinese fought like this......" The master shook his head and sighed.

As soon as Scauley entered the door, he saw several more men and women in the hall with bandages on their heads and bodies.

"They came from the city, and when the shelling began, they came to me for help, and although I am not a doctor, I am a devout Christian, and God teaches us to ......"

Suddenly, a sharp mechanical grinding sound interrupted his master's sermon, and Scowley turned to the door, his eyes shaking from the direct light.

"Hands up, General, you're captured."

A male voice speaking fluent English came from the other side.