Looking at the Military Intelligence Officer in front of him, Fang Lang couldn't help but doubt his professionalism. After all, China's Military Intelligence Officers during World War II were no ordinary people.
Professional matters should be left to professionals. You should think about how to lock on to the Japanese fleet if it comes out.
Which route might the other side take for transportation? Will there be Japanese aircraft escort all the time? Although the Japanese navy is now considered to be crippled, there are still three pounds of nails in the broken ship!
Fang Lang would not let down his guard just because the Japanese were about to surrender. Maybe the Japanese also wanted to use this transport fleet to fish!
Judging from the height and build of the two people in front of him, they did not look like Japanese. However, Fang Lang knew very well that the Japanese also had many traitors and lackeys, so Fang Lang could not easily believe their identities.
However, Fang Lang had to pay attention to the information they provided. What if it was true? But in his heart, Fang Lang was more inclined to believe their identities.
Because from the beginning to the end, Fang Lang did not feel any malice from them. This was not because Fang Lang was superstitious about his sixth sense, but because his sixth sense had indeed not been wrong so far.
As he was thinking about it, Fang Lang suddenly had an idea. Could it be that these Japanese had actually been ready to set off a long time ago, but their plans were disrupted by his sudden appearance?
At this time, the U.S. Navy had just experienced the Battle of Okinawa and was resting. Normally, this time should leave a loophole for the Japanese to exploit.
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But would a little butterfly like me who had just arrived in Okinawa and didn't need to rest disrupt the Japanese's plan? How would the Japanese react if I approached them step by step these days?
Fang Lang began to think from another perspective. If he were the Japanese commander and saw a destroyer approaching Shanghai step by step, would he think that his plan had been exposed?
Exposed or not, what measures should he take to deal with it? Slowly, Fang Lang had a feeling that the Japanese were either waiting for him to leave, or they were thinking about how to kill him with one strike.
Slowly, Fang Lang's thoughts became clearer. A smile began to appear on the corners of his mouth. He believed that the Japanese must be impatient.
It is daytime now, and Fang Lang is not worried, because daytime is the world of the US Air Force, and US military aircraft can arrive in two hours after taking off from Okinawa.
After thinking for a long time, Fang Lang slapped his forehead and cursed himself for being an idiot. It seemed that he was used to being poor and had never lived a rich life. He had no air force, so his thinking was limited.
However, there is a wealthy man behind me now. As the saying goes, one person can defeat ten people with great skill. Things are not that complicated. Now I am the one who takes the initiative!
Thinking of this, Fang Lang no longer hesitated and said to Zhong Ze and the others:
"Damn it! You guys are such idiots. Since you already know where the Japanese ship is, why do you care when it sets off? Isn't it easier to blow up a stationary ship than a moving one?"
He didn't care about the other's reactions and walked directly to the bridge and relayed the communication to General Clark's office.
"General Clark, I'm Fang Lang. I'm off the coast of Shanghai. I just got accurate intelligence that the Japanese army has assembled a large number of transport ships at the port of Shanghai, and has concentrated fuel on more than 20 ships, preparing to transport a batch of strategic materials to Japan tonight. I would like to apply to send aircraft now to keep these ships and materials in Shanghai."
“Is the information accurate?”
"This news was provided by the National Army intelligence personnel. However, based on the situation I have encountered in the past few days, this news should be true."
"Then you stay nearby and assess the results of the battle. The plane will arrive in three hours!"
After hearing the reply in the communication channel, Fang Lang finally experienced what it was like to be a rich man, a rich man who was inhumane.
It's just a war! Why go around in so many twists and turns? Isn't it enough to just push forward? Why do we need submarines or hunting when we have planes? If one batch is not enough, just get another one.
I unconsciously told myself to change my mindset. This is no longer the era of big ships and cannons. What does it mean to have air superiority is to have sea superiority.
The waiting time is very difficult to endure, especially when you know that something you are particularly looking forward to is about to happen, this kind of waiting is simply a torment.
Fang Lang felt a little restless. He tried to calm himself down, so he began to patrol around the warship. As a result, the crew members were very nervous.
He was forced to stop his patrol and stand outside the bridge, looking towards Shanghai through the telescope. He knew exactly where that direction was, and he wanted to go home and see what his hometown looked like now.
Thinking about the fact that he had just contacted the US military to bomb his hometown, although it was an attack on the Japanese devils, he was worried that there would be casualties among innocent people.
I wanted to inform the US military to cancel the bombing plan, but I was also afraid that the Japanese would really slip away from under my nose. I had very complicated feelings.
The adjutant who had been following him didn't know what had happened to his superior! Yes, you read that right, Fang Lang now also has an adjutant and an orderly.
His adjutant was only a second lieutenant. The reason for such a low rank was that before he became his adjutant, he was just an ordinary veteran of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force.
The reason he was able to become Fang Lang's adjutant was because he was a Chinese brother who joined the army with his predecessor and was also a friend who grew up together.
The three of them had joined the army together, and when Fang Lang ordered Duarte to select marines, he directly included the two's names on the list.
At first, Fang Lang didn't dare to contact them when he woke up. After all, he was no longer the same person he used to be, and he was afraid that his close friends would notice the flaw.
Fortunately, both of them survived the war safely. Fang Lang certainly wanted to promote his brothers if he had the chance, so he directly transferred the two of them to his command.
When the two saw Fang Lang again, they could hardly believe their eyes. The brother who grew up with them and joined the army together had suddenly become a high-ranking naval colonel.
The powerful commander of the entire Brazilian Navy, this made the two dare not recognize him. Fortunately, Fang Lang remembered every detail of his time with them.
After asking for their opinions, he promoted them both to second lieutenants, one of them serving as his adjutant and the other as a second lieutenant platoon leader in the Marine Corps.
Qi Qingshan noticed Fang Lang's nervousness and remembered that he would also tremble all over due to nervousness before launching a charge on the battlefield, but a puff of cigarette would calm him down.
He silently took out Fang Lang's cigar from his bag, pulled out one, cut off the cigar head with a cigar cutter, and handed it over.
Fang Lang looked at the cigar handed over, smiled and took it and said:
"Qingshan, do you want to go to Shanghai to have a look?"
Qi Qingshan lit a match, blocked the sea breeze with his hands, and approached Fang Lang and said:
"Of course I do. I also want to see my grandfather's hometown. I don't know what it's like there, and whether there are any relatives there."
"Yes! If we hadn't stayed together and not separated, we would have probably forgotten that we have roots here."
As immigrants, if it weren't for the fact that there are few Chinese people in Brazil, and if they all went to Brazil in the same batch and stayed together for warmth, it is estimated that by the time Fang Lang and his generation came, they would have already completely integrated into Brazil.
Maybe they can't even speak Chinese! That's why the banana people appeared. However, these Chinese in Brazil have been gathering together to form a small village.
People mostly intermarry and are more or less related. Especially the elderly have always been able to communicate in dialect, that is, our parents only use Portuguese when they go out.
However, when they returned to the village, they would speak Chinese again. Therefore, everyone's heritage has never been lost. In fact, the same situation also occurred with Japanese immigrants in Brazil during this period.
Fang Lang took a deep puff of the cigar, feeling the taste in his mouth, and gradually relaxed. After he exhaled the smoke, the fragrance left in his mouth made Fang Lang enjoy it a little.
His anxious mood gradually calmed down, and he finally understood why so many people like to smoke. Fang Lang, who always thought he had no addiction to smoking, began to consider whether he should use cigars to calm himself in the future.
"Qingshan, we probably won't have the chance to visit our hometown this time. But after the war, we will have plenty of opportunities. We can then arrange a chance for you to go back to your grandfather's hometown to have a look."
"Really? That's great. Unfortunately, our old man is no longer with us. I'm going to look for the things he left behind when I go back to see if I can find the exact address of my hometown."
Time passed little by little while I was chatting with Qi Qingshan.
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