McLasky remembered something: "Oh, by the way, Colonel Zhou, I am working in General Short's office today. I heard that the proposal for the formation of the Red and Blue Army confrontation you submitted to the general has been approved. Just wait for the fleet commander to sign and agree, and you can start forming."

A big step forward from the success of the plan... Zhou Zhihan was overjoyed: "Oh, God! This is so good!"

McLasky said: "General Short said that the plan you submitted is very practical and will bring great improvement to the pilot's skills and tactics. He decided to strongly support you. After the team is formed, you will be in full command!"

"Huh..." Best whistled, "It seems that someone should treat him tonight."

"I think beautifully." Zhou Zhihan's smile came from the heart. The plan he submitted the day before yesterday was criticized today, which shows that General Short, the commander in charge of all the fighter jets at the base, values ​​him very much. This is a good sign. After the team is formed, you can find a perfect excuse for actual combat shooting.

"Okay okay!" Dick Best waved his right hand, "What a stingy guy!" He said that, and fists were opposite Zhou Zhihan to celebrate.

McLasky and Yukin Lindsay also congratulated Zhou Zhihan. Since Zhou Zhihan's arrival, the combat power of all carrier-based aircraft on the [Enterprise] aircraft carrier has been improved rapidly.

The jeep drove up the mountain, and the four of them chatted all the way, by Jin Lindsay: "I heard the land-based pilot say in the evening that the base seemed a bit abnormal recently. General Short ordered that from tomorrow, the fighter jets at the Navy airport will be concentrated on Oahu and Ford Island, and will be parked with the army's fighter jets, which will be conducive to control."

Zhou Zhihan sighed secretly, everything was on the road to being sneak attacked, and the advancement of history was unstoppable.

McLasky wrote a question on his face: "Why?"

By Kim Lindsey: "It is said that it is to prevent the destruction of spies and American Japanese."

McLasky frowned: "Spy sabotage?"

Yukin Lindsay: "Just two days ago, an American Japanese man dressed up as a soldier sneaked into the base and was caught while heading to the B25 bomber airport."

McLasky had a serious expression: "These Japanese are getting more and more courageous. The spies have come to Pearl Harbor. I think they will fight the Japanese sooner or later."

Haha, we are now having dinner at the Japanese spy's hotel, you don't know... Zhou Zhihan didn't speak and looked at the mountain road ahead. The technology of Best is really not very good.

"Spy?" Dick Best continued to speak without restraint, waving one hand, and the front of the car twisted on the mountain road. "Even if there are spies, it is still incompetent in the US military. The top leaders have always maintained restraint and tolerant of the Japanese, so the Japanese are unscrupulous in the US territory. But General Shorter put all the fighter planes together, which obviously violated a military taboo. I really don't know how he was promoted to general."

Seeing that the jeep was about to become unmanned, Zhou Zhihan was scared to death. No one could shoot me down the fighter plane. If the jeep fell down the mountain, it would be a pity: "Best, please hold your damn steering wheel. I don't want to ride a jeep and do a rolling and maneuvering action on the hillside." He finally couldn't help it and complained loudly.

"Ha ha……"

Several people laughed at the same time, especially three Americans. They thought the words "damn" were a bit funny from Zhou Zhihan's mouth...

The jeep was shocked to the mountains, under the neon lights, the sign of the huge Chunchao Hotel can be seen from afar.

The car had just stopped at the door, and an American waiter came over to help open the car door. When the four of them got out, the waiter drove the car away. Several other waiters at the gate bent over and invited the four of them into the room.

Zhou Zhihan thought to himself that the Japanese were indeed smart and hired Americans to work in a hotel, so that American sailors who came here to relax their guard.

When you walk into the hall, the hall is brightly lit and luxurious everywhere.

The ground floor is the restaurant, with an elegant environment, and all the soldiers sitting are from the base. The beautiful American girls are carrying plates and shuttle back and forth in the hall, and their twisting waists often cause waves of whistles.

Two Japanese geishas were wearing kimonos and dancing Japanese dances as the band played soft music on the dance floor in the center of the restaurant. They were charming and showed different beauty, which made the American soldiers drool all over the ground.

An American waiter who seemed to be a short-term job led Zhou Zhihan and the others to an empty table in the corner. When they arrived, the middle position was full.

This table happened to be by the window, without a telescope, and the entire Pearl Harbor military base could be seen. It was clearer than Zhou Zhihan was standing on the airport tower just now. The steel monsters were parked in the night, completely unaware that bad luck was approaching them step by step.

There were many people in the restaurant on weekends. After the four of them sat down for a few minutes, a waiter came to order food, and the dishes were served slowly. Fortunately, the atmosphere in the restaurant was very good. The main thing was that the two Japanese geishas on the dance floor were posing, which made the soldiers not feel boring at all. They just came to have fun and had time.

Japanese geisha dancing is not tempting to Zhou Zhihan, but it is too attractive to McClasky, Dick Best and Lindsay, who have never seen geisha dancing. I saw these three people who had seen too many sexy and hot American girls. At first glance, I saw Japanese geisha wearing kimono and showing feminine beauty, dancing a slutty but restrained Japanese dance. I didn't blink, and I didn't know that the cigarette was about to burn my fingers.

Zhou Zhihan stood up and walked to the window with a cigarette in his arms, and once again observed Pearl Harbor, which made the man's hormones burst.

Looking down at Pearl Harbor from here is clearer. The mooring points of large ships are around Oahu. Battleships docked side by side. A little farther away, the huge aircraft carriers are faintly laid in the faint light. There are not even cable balloons around the entire strategic location. Only above the large hangar at the Qasim Aviation Base, there are two round balloons with a diameter of about five meters and another slightly smaller balloon.

There are lookout soldiers on the two big balloons, which are decorations at night. During the day, these lookout soldiers have more huanglian magazines in their eyes. They believe that no country in the world dares to openly fly a plane to Pearl Harbor.

Of course, except for flying birds.

The mountains of Oahu spread to both ends in the darkness and finally merged with the darkness.

At this time, Zhou Zhihan didn't know that from the moment he walked out of the jeep, he stood in a room on the top floor of the hotel, and a woman and a man were standing behind the window and looking at him.

The man is about 30 years old and has a thin figure, about 1.7 meters. His facial features look very simple. He is wearing a straight suit and looks like a young master in the turbid world. He is graceful and has a cut off the index finger of his left hand holding a cigarette. The cigarette is not lit, and his bright eyes look at Zhou Zhihan without any turbulence.

Beside him, a Japanese woman in her 30s has a delicate figure, her eyebrows are swept lightly, her eyes are like autumn water, her delicate face is slightly covered with pink, and her beautiful lips are slightly raised, which can properly hinder itch in the hearts of the opposite sex.

The man said: "This man in Chinese military uniform is Zhou Zhihan!"

Looking at Zhou Zhihan walking towards the door of the hotel, the woman's eyes were a little strange and flashed away: "Is he defeated many ace pilots in the empire?"

The man nodded: "General Nakamura Masao's death is also related to this person."

He is so handsome... the woman in a contemptuous tone: "A very ordinary Chinese man can actually make so many Japanese men helpless. Can he still have three heads and six arms?"

The man turned his face and stared at the woman, looking at the contempt in the woman's eyes, and he was in a good mood: "If you can get him, a magical achievement will be worth as much as an aircraft carrier [Enterprise]."

The woman smiled: "What if I can't get the bed?"

"Then kill him." The man said viciously. At this moment, his elegant appearance showed a devilish murderous aura, and he turned around and walked towards another room.
Chapter completed!