On the battleship Nagato, the flagship of the Japanese Combined Fleet, Isoroku Yamamoto looked at the horizon to the east, squinting his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking, but his fingers kept tapping on the table, looking not distracted, but thinking about something.

"Ogasa-kun, you say...... Will the Americans come?" Seeing the orderly who was in charge of taking care of his own life bring tea, Yamamoto Fifty-six suddenly asked. Asking a soldier a question that will determine the future of the entire fleet seems to be child's play in itself.

"Your Excellency...... I'm just an orderly. The orderly, who had been with Yamamoto for twenty-six years, hurriedly bowed his head and replied: "This kind of thing is not understood by subordinates, and subordinates are only responsible for your diet and daily life, marshal." ”

Yamamoto waved his hand, obviously not satisfied with the old orderly's answer, he took a sip of tea, looked at the cup full of horizontal stripes in his hand, and asked again, "Tell me, just say what you think, I'd love to hear it." Just think of it as ...... Curious...... Curious. ”

"Your Excellency Marshal, my subordinates feel that the American warships have been sunk by us, and they must not have the courage to attack us. The orderly thought for a moment and spoke his mind.

As if confirming something, Yamamoto nodded in satisfaction, and then waved his hand to signal that his orderlies could retreat. In fact, his heart was full of fear, some of the battleships of the Combined Fleet had not much fuel left, and the air forces on the aircraft carriers had been fighting for more than ten consecutive days, and at this time his fleet was sleepy and tired, and it was no longer suitable to fight.

But there were still more than 30,000 Japanese soldiers fighting bloody battles on Kauai and Oahu, so the Combined Fleet couldn't leave. Too much Japanese strength had been consumed here, which already made the scheming Yamamoto Isoroku feel a little uneasy. He was afraid that the United States would launch a counterattack at this time, and prayed countless times in his heart that the Americans would not suddenly appear at such a time.

"The destroyer Qiufeng sent a telegram that they found four planes taking off from the U.S. military airfield on Hawaii Island, which appeared to be doing reconnaissance flights. A staff officer walked to the mountain itself and bowed his head to report the latest battlefield information.

"What?, reconnaissance plane?" Yamamoto narrowed his eyes, and after repeating a sentence, his eyes suddenly widened: "At this time, the Americans, reconnaissance aircraft...... What are they looking for? Looking for a fleet! Looking for ...... Nagumo's fleet!"

Muttering this, he suddenly stood up and hammered his hands: "Here it is! The Americans are still here at last! Send a telegram to Nagumo Tadaichi! Order him to prepare for sea battle, notify all warships, and send reconnaissance planes to reconnoiter the nearby seas, especially the area east of the Hawaiian Islands! Find the American fleet!"

Yamamoto Isoroku had a keen sense of smell for the arrival of the American fleet. It is not that he commands operations skillfully and magically, but that he has always been concerned about the various counterattack methods that the United States may take. He felt that if he were the commander of the U.S. Navy fleet, he would definitely choose this time to launch a counterattack against Japan.

As commander-in-chief of the Japanese Navy's Combined Fleet, Isoroku Yamamoto was one of the few commanders in the Japanese Navy who was able to correctly assess American power. He knew or partially understood the war potential of the United States, and could guess part of the strategic course of the American leadership, just as Nimitz and Roosevelt were able to guess the actions of the Japanese.

So, at this moment, when he heard the news that the American fleet might be coming, his heart was in a fierce battle, and he was not ready to meet the American fleet. He was hesitating, hesitating whether to abandon Oahu and turn around, or risk a fight with the U.S. Navy here. He frowned, and suddenly hoped that this qiē was all a false alarm on his own, and he even felt that it must be like this, that he must be too nervous.

"A reconnaissance plane on the battleship Mutsu spotted an American destroyer, but for fear of being shot down, the seaplane did not approach to reconnoitre, but only delivered the message. The message said he had seen a destroyer, which might be followed by a second. "After thirty minutes, a Japanese reconnaissance plane finally discovered the American fleet, and at about the same time, the American fleet also discovered the approximate location of the Japanese Navy.

Nagumo Tadaichi led the fatigued four aircraft carriers of the Japanese Navy to immediately launch a counterattack against the detected American fleet, because he carried out Yamamoto Isoroku's order, prepared carrier-based aircraft in advance, and loaded these planes with torpedoes for sea attacks, so he could now calmly let the planes take off and pounce on the American fleet.

On his command ship, Nagumo Tadaichi, commander of the Japanese Navy's First Air Fleet, stared at the information, and after comparing the charts, he confirmed the attack mission with the flight commander of his own air force: "The first wave of attacks will be carried out here, and the second wave of attacks will take off in the gap, so we must hurry up." ”

"Hey!" the flight commander of the air force bent down and said loudly, "Please rest assured, the air force will definitely complete its mission and destroy the last aircraft carrier fleet of the United States." With that, the commander with his saber on his shoulder stepped out of the bridge to encourage his pilots to carry out an attack on the American fleet.

On deck. The Japanese pilots were raising their arms and shouting for their imminent departure. The slogan of His Majesty the Emperor echoed over the deck of the aircraft carrier, some of the engines of the aircraft engines had already started, and some Japanese ground crews were making final confirmations that the torpedoes mounted on the planes had been deinsured.

"Sato-kun, this flight will be about whether the Combined Fleet can attack the continental United States. Please carry forward the glorious spirit of bushido, sink the American aircraft carrier, and bring a brilliant victory to the empire. Holding the command knife on his waist in one hand, Commander Suzuki Osa had just come to the deck from Nagumo, and explained to Sato, the commander of the front-line flight unit, with a solemn face.

"Hey, Suzuki-kun, don't worry. Sato is clearly confident about this mission: "My fighter pilots have all flown more than 15 hours, and they are arguably the best pilots in the world." This time the Americans dared to come and provoke the samurai of our Great Japanese Empire, and I will definitely make them regret their stupid decision. ”

Sato has his own proud capital, and his carrier-based aircraft unit has shot down a full 90 American planes of various types along the way since it participated in the US military operation against the Philippines a few months ago, and there are several ace pilots in the team, and even the commander of the Japanese base camp Nagano Shusei (this big brother is Yamamoto Isoroku's backer) has personally praised him.

"Let's go! I'm here looking forward to your safe return! Push the Imperial Navy to the pinnacle of glory!" Suzuki nodded, signaling that Sato could go. Sato nodded vigorously and turned and walked towards his plane.

Not far from the two, a platoon of pilots raised their hands and shouted before leaving: "Long live the Emperor!" The entire deck was busy, and the first plane had already taxied to the take-off standby area.

Standing on the bridge, Nagumo Zhongyi watched his carrier-based plane begin to glide and take off, and unconsciously sweat was oozing from his palms. It stands to reason that the current state of the fleet is not very good, the pilots of carrier-based aircraft and the sailors of battleships have not been rested, and it is obviously irrational to conduct a decisive battle at this time.

But as a commander of the Japanese Navy, he also knew that escaping was obviously not something that an Imperial soldier should do. With 49,000 soldiers still fighting bloody battles on Oahu and Kauai, the Combined Fleet has no choice but to retreat for the sake of the elite of these empires.

"God bless my emperor, and the martial arts will last for a long time. Nagumo Zhongyi prayed silently in his heart, and the only thing he could do at this time was to pray. If the Japanese Navy withstands the pressure, or if its naval aviation withstands the pressure and wins this vital war, then Japan will be able to dominate the Pacific Ocean for a long time. But if something goes wrong, what he holds in his hand is the elite blood of the Japanese Navy, and he knows that he can't afford to lose it as a commander.

"General! Marshal Yamamoto has called! The four battleships Nagato and Mutsu, as well as the Ise and Hyuga, have moved to the left flank of the fleet. Marshal Yamamoto hoped to approach the US Navy from the flank, relying on the high speed of the four battleships, to attack the US fleet with artillery and distract the opponent. An officer walked over and said to Nagumo Tadaichi.

The American planes had already found the location of the aircraft carriers of the Japanese naval fleet, so it would be self-deception to keep the radio silent any longer, and the Japanese navy was not an idiot, and immediately used the superior forces in its hands to besiege the American fleet in two parts.

"The marshal is personally involved in danger, and he is really a model for the soldiers of the Empire. Nagumo Zhongyi exclaimed, and then gave the order to attack: "After the first batch of carrier-based planes is released, the second batch will be prepared immediately! Bombers and torpedo planes will be sent out at the same time! Be sure to sink the opponent's aircraft carrier fleet!"

One Japanese plane after another jumped up on the deck of the aircraft carrier and formed a flight formation in the distance of the Nagumo Tadaichi bridge, and they flew overwhelmingly towards the confirmed coordinates in the morning sun.

On the other hand, the battle alarm of the American fleet has been sounded, and Nimitz knows that his opponent is coming. However, a few hours earlier, he had received information that some of the Japanese Navy's aircraft carriers had appeared in the port of Darwin, and this news made Nimitz and Spruance not turn around and flee, determined to stay and fight to the death.

"General Spruance, the command of the aircraft carrier fleet will be handed over to you, please take over the command. Nimitz sent a telegram to his men before the battle began: "God bless America, victory is ours!"