Cicada Moving

Chapter 1190: Collecting Intelligence

 “Jayomar, would you like to have a smoke?”

A Filipino worker called out Zuo Zhong’s pseudonym, shook the cigarette issued by the US military in his hand, and enthusiastically extended an invitation to Zuo Zhong.

 Jayomar is a very common name in the Philippines. It is equivalent to Ergouzi in the Republic of China or John and Tom in the United States. It is most suitable to use it as a pseudonym, but it can easily cause misunderstandings.

For example, the sentence "Jayomar" just made immediately caused five or six Filipino workers to raise their heads. After they were sure that they were not calling themselves, they lowered their heads and continued to eat.

Zuo Zhong made a gesture to the caller and strode over. The caller was also a Japanese-Filipino, so the two got along well.

As he walked up to him, he called the man's name in English and asked: "Joshua, is smoking allowed in the dock?"

 “Of course...not possible.”

Young Joshua gave it a try and explained with a smile: "But there is a place you can go to. Come with me. The Americans won't care."

As he said that, he walked ahead, came to a corner of the dock, bent down and got out. It turned out that there was a half-person-high hole in the seemingly solid wall. It seemed that people often came in and out from here.

Zuo Zhong followed behind silently. No wonder the other party dared to smoke in the dock full of flammable materials and oil. It was because the people in front of him planted trees and the people behind him could enjoy the shade.

Coming out of the dark hole, the scene in front of you suddenly opened up. The blue sea was close at hand, and the cool breeze blowing in your face was refreshing.

What is shocking is that dozens of meters away is the core dock of Pearl Harbor, and the steel giant Zuo Zhong just saw in the dock appears in front of him without any obstruction.

Besides Joshua and Zuo Zhong, there is another group of Filipino workers smoking and chatting quietly.

 “Jeyomal, this is our territory, how about it, isn’t it good?”

 Joshua threw a cigarette to Zuo Zhong and asked proudly.

 “Great place, but do Americans really allow us to do this?”

Zuo Chong helped the other party light the cigarette. He still couldn't imagine that such an important place was left unattended.

 “Why not allowed?”

Joshua took a puff of cigarette and asked, and then carefully explained the reason to Zuo Zhong.

“If the Americans don’t allow us to smoke here, we will smoke secretly, and then there is a risk of fire in the dock at any time.”

As if to prove what he said, a group of soldiers passed by everyone. The soldiers didn't even look at the workers and strode away along the cement road.

Even two American sailors stepped off the warship, asked Joshua for two cigarettes, and smoked them happily. It was a touching scene of "officers and soldiers having a fishy relationship".

Zuo Zhong approached the two men and listened to their discussion about military life, extracting a lot of useful information from them.

For example, the Pacific Fleet divided all warships into three batches to perform different tasks or rest.

 To be more specific, one group is patrolling at sea, one group is docked for supplies and rest, and one group is entering the dock for repairs.

Sailors from docked supply ships can disembark and move around nearby, but are not allowed to leave Oahu. Once ordered, they must return to combat posts within three hours.

 Sailors who enter the dock to repair ships are equivalent to taking a vacation. They can return to the mainland or leave Hawaii and have no combat missions for a short period of time.

This three-batch rotation system ensures that sailors have sufficient rest time and can also extend the service time of the ship.

 The only problem is that once the port is attacked by the enemy, the entire fleet will immediately lose two-thirds of its combat effectiveness.

While Zuo Zhong was remembering and thinking, a sailor told another sailor a piece of gossip, and the content was very shocking.

“Did you hear that there seems to be traces of German submarines in the defensive anchorage area?”

  Defensive anchorage area, a special term for the navy.

Not all warships docked for rest will be moored at the dock, and some of the troops will be assigned to be on combat readiness duty, which belongs to the strategic reserve of the Pacific Fleet.

These warships do not anchor or tether, and the number of combatants on the ship reaches at least 80%. They can be pulled out for combat at any time. The area where they are located is called a defensive berthing area.

Zuo Zhong ventured into Pearl Harbor on this trip. One of his tasks was to figure out the location of the mooring areas and defensive anchorage areas. The latter was the first target of the Japanese attack.

 “God, how could a German submarine appear in the Pacific.”

Another sailor exclaimed, his eyes widened, and the cigarette **** in his hand shook and almost burned him.

Since the war began in Europe, the German army has almost become synonymous with invincibility and ferocity under the propaganda of various reports. Now that I heard that a German submarine was present in Pearl Harbor, it is normal for this person to have such a reaction.

“Who knows, maybe the Krauts want to attack Pearl Harbor.”

The first sailor curled his lips, shook the cigarette ashes to the ground, and then expressed his opinions on certain deployments of the upper levels of the Pacific Fleet, his words full of resentment.

“The **** big shots think that the water depth in Pearl Harbor is too shallow and there is no need to deploy mine protection nets. If the Germans really show up, the warships in the defensive berthing area will be like fireworks, boom~~ Do you understand?”

  He made an explosive gesture, obviously objecting to this arrangement, but unfortunately no one would care about the opinion of a soldier. Zuo Zhong wrote down the information and prepared to guide the other party to reveal the location of the defensive anchorage area, even if it was a bit risky.

“Sir, how far is the defensive anchorage area from here? Is there any danger to the dock?”

As a result, before Zuo Zhong could open his mouth to test, Joshua took the initiative to ask two sailors that he came to the port to make money, not to work for the Americans.

If the shipyard is really in danger, then he would rather work as a porter at the Honolulu Port. Making money is good, but it also costs his life.

It is a matter of life and death. Not only Joshua is concerned about this matter, but other Filipino workers also move closer, wanting to hear the American's answer.

Perhaps for the sake of cigarettes, the first sailor looked around, pointed to a row of telephone poles on the pier, and spoke to Joshua in a low voice.

“It doesn’t matter, as long as you don’t cross that line, you’re safe.”

Joshua nodded quickly and gave the other party the remaining half of the pack of cigarettes. They were stolen from the foreman anyway, so he didn’t feel bad.

Zuo Zhong’s eyes paused on the telephone pole for a moment, and he took a puff of his cigarette. A map was automatically generated in his mind and marked on it.

Of course he knew that the so-called German submarines were rumors. A certain bearded wolf pack had not yet been fully formed and was unable to travel far across the ocean to stir up trouble in the Pacific.

But rumors are just rumors, as long as we can find out the location of the defensive anchorage area.

When the sailor received the cigarette, he immediately beamed with joy. He looked around again and told Joshua another piece of news.

“Don’t go to Ford Island for any special reason. 50 new fighter jets have recently arrived from the mainland, and all personnel entering Ford Island must be reviewed by ONI.

 You know, those **** secret agents are rude. Fortunately Oahu is not the mainland, otherwise Mr. Hoover would definitely put the checkpoint on the warship, hahaha. "

 Lao Dai’s colleague, the first director of the FBI, Edgar Hoover, has a worrying reputation among American people. To say he is notorious is putting it mildly, and it is more accurate to say he can stop crying at night.

This represents the American attitude toward the secret intelligence agency—disgust, fear, and scolding Hoover is politically correct, as long as the agents don't hear it.

Zuo Zhong had no intention of laughing at Mr. Hoover. He had obtained so much information at once, and even though he was indifferent to emotion and anger, he felt happy in his heart.

The situation of the lightning protection network, the location of the land, the position of the defensive mooring area, all the reinforcements in Ford Island are all available, this trip is not false!

Zuo Zhong stamped out his cigarette butts, got into the hole and returned to the dock amidst the sound of the work whistle, and once again picked up the sledgehammer. It’s really hard to be a capitalist worker.

 At six o'clock in the evening, with his head buzzing and his arms sore, Zuo Zhong walked out of the base gate with the crowd.

Americans are not philanthropists. They send trucks to pick them up when they go to work for efficiency. Naturally, they are gone when they go back. The workers can only walk back to the accommodation area.

This is also a good thing. Zuo Zhong got some information from other people on the way back, which further improved his understanding of Pearl Harbor.

 After returning to the accommodation area, he said goodbye to Joshua and walked into an inconspicuous wooden shed.

  Checked the marks in the room, lit the oil lamp on the left center, took out the hand-drawn map of Pearl Harbor from the space and started marking it, adding to the Japanese grand plan.

For the safety of his false identity, he will live here during this period and try to avoid going to downtown Honolulu to prevent him from meeting people who know "Kaichiro Minami".

As a businessman, it is normal for "Minami Kaichiro" to run around, and disappearing for a period of time will not arouse suspicion. It is enough for the Sugar Trading Company to have Ozawa come forward.

After processing the collected information, Zuo Zhong went out and found a small restaurant. He greeted the customers familiarly and perfectly integrated into the Japanese community in the Philippines.

 “Buzz buzz~~~”

The sound of huge propellers whizzed past the dock. Workers in the dock greeted the American pilots in various dialects. The white foremen spit on the ground and muttered curses.

Zuo Zhong raised his head and looked at the roof of the shed, then raised his hammer and smashed it down hard. This was already his tenth day lurking in the Pearl Harbor base.

During these ten days, he initially figured out the division of functional areas within the base, the locations of air and sea security forces, and the locations of material, ammunition, and fuel warehouses. The hand-drawn map became more and more detailed.

 In addition, through communication with US sailors, he also collected the names, acting styles, and approximate work and rest times of many US ship commanders.

It was time to retreat. After smashing a red rivet into the hull, Zuo Zhong had the idea of ​​​​leaving. There was no point in staying here anymore. All that was left was just water grinding.

Even if the warships and personnel of the Pacific Fleet are mobilized in the future, the overall situation of the base will not change. By maintaining continuous surveillance from the commanding heights on the mountain top, the mission of the Japanese military headquarters can be completed.

If the Japanese launch a sneak attack according to the time of the previous life, which is still more than a year away from now, he will not have time to accompany the Japanese, and Ozawakawa should be able to take over this task.

There should be one, right?

Zuo Zhong thought about it and suddenly felt a little unsure. The other party was very familiar with the U.S. Navy and was sound in theory, but in action he was a dwarf. If he was exposed, he would be in trouble.

 Forget it, I’ll teach Ozawa step by step for a while.

He had no choice but to make a decision. The Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor must not go wrong. The Republic of China needed a war between Japan and the United States, and the people of the world needed an end to Uncle Sam.

Looking at the setting sun filtering through the crack of the dock door, Zuo Zhong put down his hammer, picked up his belongings, and left quickly. It was time for "Jayomar" to disappear.