A few more days passed.

Zuoge and Ozawakawa changed their clothes and arrived at the commanding heights near Pearl Harbor again. The two stood on a half-hanging stone and whispered as they looked down at the mountain.

"Ozawa Jun, can you see the specific model and ship name clearly?"

"Yaxi, yes."

"The first ship on the left of the dock is the Pennsylvania-class battleship Arizona, with hull number BB-39."

"The second ship on the left of the dock, the California of the Tennessee-class battleship, and the hull number BB-44."

Ozawakawa took out the folding pocket telescope under the cover of the left heavier, and watched the US warships on the dock constantly whispering the model, ship name and even hull number.

Ship identification is the basic ability of naval officers.

The bedside of every graduate of Etashima Naval Military Academy has a thick simple ship yearbook, which is the foundation of the century-old naval.

While Ozawakawa reported, Zuo Teng silently remembered the information in his heart, and the two cooperated very well.

However, it is not enough to just figure out the ship name and hull number. The role of each area in the port and the location of the guard and defense facilities still require close observation to figure it out.

Ozawakawa reported the information he could see, quickly took back his telescope and looked around, and said to Zuo Chong sneakily.

"Nan Jiajun, you can only get the general situation from here. What should I do next?"

Zuo Chong pondered for a moment and was about to speak when he heard a roar of motors that were very different from civilian vehicles behind him. He turned around and found a US jeep driving quickly.

The sudden change scared Ozawakawa so much that his face turned pale. He immediately wanted to throw the telescope in his hand off the cliff, but he was stopped by Zuo Chong just raised his hand.

If the US military really comes to arrest people, it will be useless even if the telescope is thrown away. American soldiers are not policemen, so they don’t need any evidence.

On the contrary, if the other party is not here to arrest people, if the telescope falls down the mountain and is discovered, it will arouse suspicion from the US military at the base.

So why not wait and see for a while and see what the other person wants to do.

Under Ozawakawa's observation of the bell-like observing the US jeep suddenly stopped in front of the Japanese teahouse. Several American sailors wearing beige summer boat hats got out of the car and asked the boss for a few bottles of Coke.

These people did not give money, but the boss had no intention of being angry at all. His face was full of pleats, and he nodded and bowed to serve his American godfather, very attentive.

Zuo Chong suddenly realized that no wonder a teahouse appeared at the commanding height of the military port. It turned out that it was done by grassroots American soldiers on purpose.

One party wanted to enjoy free drinks during patrol breaks, and the other party wanted to do a unique business, so the two sides hit it off and the small teahouse was born.

Listening to the words of the soldiers, Zuo Chong calmly looked into the distance with his hips, Ozawakawa also breathed a sigh of relief, imitating him not to look at the American ghost animals, until the jeep rumbled away.

"Okay, now that the person is gone, you don't have to shake your legs, Ozawa Jun." Zuo Chong glanced at Ozawakawa and said slowly.

It is so timid that it is hard to imagine that the other party is a naval officer. It seems that there is a reason why the Japanese sent him to Anqing as the commander of the Inland Fleet. What the Joint Fleet needs is the kind of bold and arrogant guy.

When Ozawa stopped trembling, Zuo Chong looked at the shipyard area of ​​Pearl Harbor and saw a group of people coming out of the dock toward the base gate. It seemed that they were not American soldiers.

He and Ozawa were going to come to the telescope for a closer look. Although the multiplier of the pocket telescope was too low to see the appearance of these people, he could see that the other party was a yellow man and there were still pieces of oil on his clothes.

Yellow race?

Zuo Chong recalled the information given by the Japanese that in addition to Chinese and Japanese, there are many Filipinos on Oahu, with the number of tens of thousands.

The Americans gave some trust to these colonial citizens, allowing them to engage in low-end work such as construction, cleaning, and paint in Pearl Harbor.

Suddenly, he remembered the incident when Gui Youguang pretended to be an indigenous servant in Southeast Asia when he was transferring to Harbor City from Hawaii.

In the eyes of Americans and Westerners, Asians look similar, commonly known as "face blindness". Can you use this to get into Pearl Harbor?

He held his left hand and elbow on his right hand, rubbed his chin with his left heavy strokes for a while, thinking, thinking that he could first see how these Filipino workers used to enter the base, and then decide whether to enter the port.

If the other party is an organized labor exporter, the workers will definitely be very familiar with each other, and the possibility of borrowing the identity of the worker is unlikely.

Americans cannot recognize people, which does not mean that Filipinos cannot recognize their companions they spend day and night. Moreover, language is also a problem. God knows why a country has so many languages.

English, Pinatubo, Pampangan, Tagalog, Davao dialect, Cebu, Banyang, Tagalo, Irok..........

Zuo Chong's memory is good, but he is not good enough to learn dozens or hundreds of Filipino dialects. After all, his system is useless and he can't even be proficient in language. Bah.

As usual, he whipped the system once, Zuo Chong called Ozawakawa to drive his newly bought Yad-hand Ford sedan back to the city and immediately began to investigate the Filipino workers.

With the help of the Japanese Chamber of Commerce, he got the information he wanted in less than three days. The "members" was indeed very powerful!

According to the clues provided by a Japanese business owner, Zuo Chong came to the shanty town between Honolulu and Pearl Harbor, which is the gathering area of ​​Filipinos on Oahu.

Every morning, people from Pearl Harbor base will come here to recruit workers. As long as they have the certificate issued by the customs, the Americans will not check their background at all, and they will take them away if they are pulled into the car.

And because of different ethnic groups, job types often change, and workers are not familiar with each other.

This is good news for Zuo Chong, but to be safe, it is safer to get familiar with one's face first and then enter Pearl Harbor.

So, for the next half month, Zuo Chong continued to observe the dynamics of the US warships in Pearl Harbor at the commanding heights, "reported" to Tokyo every seven days, while disguising himself as he mingled in the Filipino gathering area and made friends.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The identity he made up for himself is a Japanese-Filipino mixed race who knows Japanese, English and some Spanish. Because his family fell into the middle of his life, he came to Oahu to make a living, and he had nothing but strength.

The document problem was also easy to solve. The Japanese consulate only took one day to send a blank Philippine passport without a photo through a dead mailbox. The printed and stamped on it on it was clear, just like the real one.

Zuo Chong is very sure that there must be Japanese moles in the US customs. This is simply a real "fake document". Records may be found in the customs bottom file.

But this has nothing to do with him. With a perfect certificate and a logical identity, he soon became a gang of Filipino ethnic groups on Oahu.

In November 1940, the US warships in Pearl Harbor were under maintenance more and more frequent, and a large number of Filipino workers were brought into the base every day to be responsible for the work that American workers were unwilling to do.

That morning, thousands of Filipino workers gathered in front of the shanty town, who surrounded more than a dozen US military trucks.

In the truck's fight, a US logistics officer held the top of the driving car, pulled his throat and announced the job he needed and the vehicles these people were going to board.

“Painter, Truck 2.”

“Rust remover, Truck No. 5.”

Even though he was sprayed with saliva from this person, the Filipinos below did not complain at all. They happily squeezed into the truck and looked at their compatriots below with pride.

Although the United States has not yet completely emerged from the Great Depression, its salary level is still the highest in the world, especially the Navy, which is not short of money, pays workers enough for a family of several people to live a good life.

Zuo Chong was also in the crowd at this moment. When he heard the "river", he immediately pushed away the competitors around him with a hidden method and successfully got on the truck.

More than ten minutes later, amid the chaos and curses, the US military truck that had enough personnel quickly started and left.

Perhaps it was deliberately tormenting the workers behind. The drivers turned right and then rushed to the left. The people in the car were hit and swayed around, but no one dared to say anything.

After a long bumpy ride, the truck stopped in front of the gate of the Pearl Harbor base. The sentry drove the workers out of the car like a pig. The fully armed soldiers began to search.

Zuo Chong and all the workers raised their hands to undergo the examination, which was similar to what he guessed. The so-called examination was just a formality. The US military was too lazy to open the lunch box with lunch under their feet.

After the inspection, new workers, including him, were asked to show their passports and then received an olive green collarless shirt as work clothes, which was then put into Pearl Harbor.

It is worth mentioning that the military police responsible for verifying the documents is very professional. They not only compare the photos and appearance, but also ask other workers to verify the authenticity of their identities.

But this kind of conscientiousness has no effect. The biggest significance is to make the official reports better, and any professional agent can pass the inspection.

Following the flat gray road, Zuo Chong talked with a group of workers while walking and came to a huge dock where there were no serious guards and only a few impatient foremen assigned their jobs.

"You, you, go to Boat A."

"You, and that stupid guy, go to Boat B."

The silly Zuo Chong obeyed the orders and followed his companions to the bottom of a small frigate. After receiving the tools, he entered the inside of the warship through a ladder, and smashed rivets under the supervision of the engineer.

This type of frigate is mostly responsible for alert patrol tasks and is built earlier. It has not used the most advanced electric welding technology of the US military, and the components are still connected by rivets.

After swinging the sledgehammer for a whole morning, Zuo Chong was exhausted and sweating. Heavy physical labor was indeed not something that anyone could do. If he had known it, he would have asked Gui Youguang to perform the task, which would be considered a professional counterpart.

During the torture, the whistle of the lunch break finally rang out, and all the workers sat on the steel hull, gasping for breath, not wanting to move.

Zuo Chong opened the lunch box, ate a few bites of lunch, then walked down the warship, filled the kettle with cold water in front of the faucet, and drank it clean in one sip.
Chapter completed!