Unlike what I saw last night, Shanghai in the 1930s is already very luxurious at present. The main reason is that there are concessions from various countries here, which drives its prosperity.

When he woke up in the morning, Zhou Zhihan did not eat breakfast in Xinya Hotel, but instead found a "Old Shandong Big Cake" breakfast shop on the street. He sat at the table outside the store and ordered a bowl of tofu, a piece of big cake, and two fried dough sticks.

Seeing the boss skillfully scooping out a bowl of tofu with a spoon, pinched more than a dozen light yellow shrimps on the white and tender tofu with a few green onions and coriander, and scoop two small spoons of densely mixed soup ingredients. Zhou Zhihan's mouth water instantly flowed.

From time to time, the yellow croaker driver shook the ringtone and shouted that pedestrians were careful not to be touched by the yellow croaker cart.

There are also more rickshaws on the streets. Most of the coachmen pull out empty cars from their living alleys and go to bustling areas to attract passengers.

Enjoying the soft, smooth and sour tofu flowers, watching the number of pedestrians gradually increasing on the road.

People's lives are still the same as usual. They don't know the July 7 Incident happened last night, nor do they know that in a month, the city will undergo earth-shaking changes.

After having breakfast, I returned to Xinya Hotel. The young coachman had already been waiting outside the hotel for a special place to attract customers.

Seeing Zhou Zhihan coming, the drivers who were standing in a row immediately stood up. Seeing Zhou Zhihan walking straight towards the young driver, they sat back on their handlebars in disappointment.

"Go to the Huangpu River!"

Zhou Zhihan said to the young coachman.

It rained last night. This morning, the air by the Huang River was very refreshing, and there were many people by the river.

Zhou Zhihan got off the rickshaw and asked the young coachman to wait here. He walked alone to the riverside.

Many young women who have just woken up are wearing loose pajamas and curly hair, which can make their hair curl, walked past Zhou Zhihan with a faint smell.

At Shiliupu Pier a little further away, several warships with Japanese military flags were parked on the river.

Between several warships, the giant ship "Izumo" symbolized the power of the Japanese in Shanghai.

At six o'clock in the morning, the sailors of the Izumo gathered on the deck to start various morning exercises, and then wiped various ship-based weapons.

The Japanese are world-famous for their rigor. In addition to both sides of the hull, every position on the ship must be carefully wiped to remove the erosion caused by dew on the hull.

The sun hangs obliquely on the river in the east, and it is red, and it will definitely be very hot today.

Looking from west to east towards the Izumo, the light and location were not good. Most of the sight was blocked by several warships defending the periphery, and it was not suitable to take photos.

Walking east along the riverside, Zhou Zhihan hung a high-end camera he brought back from the United States around his neck, and kept taking pictures of the scenery on the river and the shore as he walked.

"Sir! Cigarettes, melon seeds, matches!" A man spoke pure Shanghainese and appeared beside Zhou Zhihan.

Zhou Zhihan turned his face.

A middle-aged man wearing a straw hat, wearing big shorts made of old trousers, and a wooden box selling goods hung on the front of his chest smiled at him attentively.

"Then buy a pack of cigarettes!" Zhou Zhihan looked at the wooden box selling goods hanging on the middle-aged man's chest, "What cigarettes are there?"

After hearing Zhou Zhihan's accent from other places, the smart Shanghai man immediately changed to standard words and said with a smile: "Daqianmen needs sir, the Shanghai logo. If you don't go to Shanghai without going to the Bund!"

"Then let's get a pack!" Zhou Zhihan said as he took out the fiat currency exchanged from Xinya Hotel.

The peddler skillfully took out a pack of cigarettes and said while looking for money: "Sir! I see you are a foreign tourist. You must have never seen the warships in the river! Especially the Izumo, which is very large. From here, the location is not good. If you want to take photos, I will take you to a location that only I know. It is very suitable for taking photos of the Izumo."

Zhou Zhihan was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

Sure enough, the place where this peddler took Zhou Zhihan to was very suitable for taking photos. You can see the entire Izumo number at a glance.

The Izumo, this giant steel ship is the flagship of the Japanese army for a long time in China's Third Fleet. The dazzling plaster flag fluttered over the Huangpu River, showing off Japan's power. It is more than 130 meters long. The entire ship is covered with air defense weapons and attack artillery against hostile shores. Many Japanese sailors are coming and going on the ship.

However, due to the current limitations of shooting equipment and the fact that it is far from the Izumo who is standing on the shore, the photos taken by Zhou Zhihan are of no value. Only the outline of the Izumo's hull can be roughly seen, and the weapons on the Izumo cannot be seen clearly.

Zhou Zhihan felt disappointed.

He originally planned to take photos of all the Japanese ships after arriving in Shanghai, take them back to Nanjing and flush them out and study the weapons on the ship.

Now he knew how ridiculous his thoughts were as a time traveler. At this time, the shooting equipment was very backward. The Izumo was far away from the shore in the river, and the entire ship's weapons were covered with oil cloth and the like. They were only briefly exposed when the sailors wiped them. Even if they were captured, they were blurred because of the distance.

Just as Zhou Zhihan was about to leave, a dull whistle suddenly sounded from the Izumo, and then a stream of black smoke emerged from the huge chimney, rushing straight upwards for more than ten meters high before slowly dispersing.

The Izumo number has been started. Is this preparation for training?

Zhou Zhihan stopped trying to leave.

After a while, more than a dozen sailors lifted the camouflage cover on the stern of the ship, and an airplane was slowly lifted by the crane on the ship and placed on the surface of the river.

This is a seaplane.

Four-wing and single-engine. Its wingspan is about 12 meters, its fuselage is about 9 meters, its height is about 4 meters, and its whole body is yellow. Below the connecting fuselage is a black carrier that can float on the water surface similar to a kayak. Due to the distance, it is impossible to tell whether there are airborne weapons on this plane.

Zhou Zhihan frowned. He had never seen this plane before, he had never seen it at Randolph Air Force Academy, nor in the secret book of [Air Overlord].

When the yellow plane landed on the water, the two-leaf propellers began to rotate. The plane floated on the water, like a speedboat, accelerated forward, then raised its nose, and fuselage brought a splash of water to the river surface, then climbed into the air slowly, reaching two thousand meters above, and flew back to the top of the Izumo for two circles, flying in the southwest direction.

Zhou Zhihan quickly raised his phone's camera, but could only take a blurry shadow.

Why is this seaplane flying southwest?

In the southwest is the Jianqiao Airport Bridge in Hangzhou.

Could this seaplane be the legendary Type 95 water reconnaissance aircraft?

From the seaplane rising into the air, turning inside to hovering over the Izumo, Zhou Zhihan can judge that the speed of this aircraft should be about 300 kilometers per hour. Its incision radius is very large and its maneuverability is not very strong. It is definitely not an air combat aircraft, but it is very likely to be a reconnaissance aircraft.

After taking photos for a while, Zhou Zhihan felt that the photos taken were of no value and could not see the weapons on the ship at all, so he thanked the small vendor with a wooden box hanging on his chest and walked back.

On the roadside, the rickshaw driver was still waiting.

Zhou Zhihan got into the car and waved his hand at the small vendor who was carrying the wooden box and soliciting business.

The young coachman pulled the car and ran towards the Xinya Hotel.

This morning, Zhou Zhihan stood on the ninth floor of Xinya Hotel with a camera, hoping to take a picture of the defense position inside the Japanese Marine Corps Command, but due to angle issues, even if he stood on the ninth floor, he could only see part of the outline of the Marine Corps building.

Zhou Zhihan felt that he was stupid and had no experience.

In fact, if you think about it, you will know that it is impossible for the Japanese to take photos of their internal defenses on the buildings around the Marine Corps.

It is estimated that the Japanese had already arranged the surrounding buildings before the construction of the Marine Corps Command.

Maybe the Xinya Hotel is full of Japanese whistles.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhihan suddenly felt that he was too young.
Chapter completed!