"Wow, what a big fish"

“Huh, add food today.

"The commander is really lucky." A staff officer flattered.

"No, the commander is good at skill!" Another adviser corrected that he obviously knew the essence of flattery.

Nishimura Xiangzhi laughed: "I liked catching fish when I was a child. Every summer I would go to the river and the stream to catch it. I even delayed my homework for this matter, but I was scolded a lot. Later, I graduated from Yokoshu Middle School and signed up for the military academy. I could report to the army or the navy. I think I like fishing so much, so I should be the navy. So I signed up for Edashima. It was almost 40 years in a flash, but I never thought that one day I could go to Hawaii to fish."

According to the orders of Hori Teiki and Tsukahara, the Second Air War carried out patrol and blockade missions on the periphery of Hawaii. Although it was inevitable to deal with submarines, Los Angeles Express, and San Francisco Express, it was idle most of the time, especially the Musashi where Nishimura was located, and even if there was something wrong, it was not the Yamato-class turn to come forward. The destroyers and cruisers below had already settled and could only stroll on the sea.

When she was bored, Nishimura Shoji took a few staff officers and guards to start sea fishing and drive the Musashi sea fishing, which is unique in the world.

It is impossible to really cast a net on the Musashi and put the pole down. It is not only too high but also easily criticized. Nishimura doesn't want to cause any trouble. He drives the traffic boat out every time. The Musashi and the destroyers are watching the patrol from a distance a few kilometers away. Kakuda Kiyoshi once wanted to persuade Nishimura to pay attention to his image. He heard that Nishimura has made a lot of money and asked the soldiers on duty to add food from time to time, but he did not disturb his Yasuhiro. Later, Hori Teiki and Tsukahara also found out, and everyone smiled: It's no big deal, but it seems that our army is sure to win, which encourages the whole army.

However, Nishimura's sea fishing business is obviously suspended early today, because the Musashi suddenly issued a banner, reminding that there were important telegrams, which the commander needed to ship immediately to deal with.

After reading the telegram sent by Kusou Ryunosuke, Nishimura Yoshiji was overjoyed: "It's still the Chief of Staff who is considerate. Knowing that I'm bored, I find something for me to do. We're going to make trouble again!"

A bunch of staff members burst into laughter!

The next afternoon, the majestic Musashi formation stopped two US military hospital ships that retreated from Pearl Harbor and Hawaii Island as agreed, and flew the Red Cross flag. While sending a notice of "stop ship inspection", Marines like wolves and tigers to search.

Thomas, the vice president of the US military hospital opposite, was anxious: "You commander-in-chief has promised to let us go on the West Coast. You cannot betray or be unreasonable!"

"The two countries are in a state of war. The commander-in-chief agreed to release the wounded on the west coast, but who knows if there are any personnel who are not wounded and materials that are not needed for treatment are mixed out?" A navy Zuo scolded with a proud look.

"Who are you?" Seeing that he couldn't speak, Thomas turned his attention to Nishimura Yoshiji, who was obviously the highest rank.

"Lieutenant General Nishimura Yoshiji Nishimura!" He laughed, "Do you know, I caught an armed smuggling fleet near Hokkaido and arrested thousands of US spies who smuggled arms. They wanted to pretend to be Russians and get away with it, and you know what the end was going on."

Thomas shivered and dared not say anything more.

"Kneel down! Kneel down!" Soon, the Japanese military doctors and soldiers dragged out several "wounded soldiers" from the crowd, although their bodies were covered with large areas of gauze and bandages.

It seemed that I was seriously injured, but there was no problem during the dragging process. I couldn't help but burst into tears and wailing.

People can’t see if they pretend to be injured, but can’t the military doctors who deal with wounded every day recognize it?

Thomas looked as if dead and did not dare to say a word.

"Mr. Thomas? What's going on?" Nishimura Shoji said coldly, "Did you put these fake wounded people in?"

"No, no" Thomas lowered his head, "I don't know either."

I don’t know that it is obviously fake, but all those who can get in are related people with great backgrounds, so how dare he refuse?

"Report to the Chief, a total of 564 wounded people were inspected and 16 people were found in disguise."

"Very good. Now bring all the crew members to the deck and interrogate them one by one!" Nishimura, who had once had a search experience, looked at the trembling crew members, and showed a hint of undetectable smile on his lips. "Give each of them a piece of paper and a pen, and work independently, and draw the main functional areas of the ship, the gangway position, the number of deck layers, and the cabin layout of the ship. Is it wrong?"

Most people pounced on them with relief to draw pictures, only a few shaking like sieves. A fat man in a chef's uniform was sweating and said stammeringly: "Chief, I am the chef who just boarded the boat some time ago. I am not familiar with the whole boat. Can I just draw parts of the kitchen?"

"Hmm?" Nishimura Shoji shouted, "Rise your hands!"

The fat man trembled and raised his hands. Seeing that he had a tender skin on his hands, Nishimura knew it and smiled and said, "There is no need to draw the kitchen. This lieutenant general is not interested in the kitchen, but I am very interested in Western food. I will take him down to cook. I want to taste chocolate potato chips later and only allow him to complete it independently, and no one else is allowed to help!"

The fat man was so sad that he rolled and crawled to cook with a bayonet, leaving only a row of drawings on the deck that could draw. The real seafarers had already submitted the manuscript. Those who could not draw and could not peek at them were so anxious that they scratched their heads, but they couldn't ask for help. Behind them was the shaky bayonet, and the 7 or 8 fake crew members were naturally seen through.

A few minutes later, the fat man came out with a plate of chocolate potato chips, and a bunch of people laughed out loud. The crispy potato chips that should have been yellow Cancan were basically burnt, and the chocolate sauce was not evenly coated. The most obvious thing is that it was the chef, but the potato chips were cut into a very strange thickness and size. A housewife could do better than him.

"I can't swallow this disgusting thing in one bite. You can finish it!" The guard next to him said without saying a word, forcing the fat man to swallow it with a bayonet. Now there is no need to ask whether the fat man is a real chef or a fake chef.

In fact, the fat man was quite wise and knew that he was fat and could not act as a wounded soldier, so he pretended to be a chef. Then he said that he had just joined the whole boat and was not familiar with the whole boat and tried to only describe the kitchen, but he was still clear, but the thin and tender hands eventually betrayed him.

"Director Thomas, now you can introduce me to who this gentleman is, right?"

Thomas sighed: "He is a Hawaiian local council member and the largest local sugar businessman, Mr. Walker, but I really don't know that he actually got on the boat and became the so-called chef."

"The rank of the officer, the other people have been interviewed clearly. They are either the leading figures in Hawaii or the important members of government agencies or legislative bodies. There is only one officer who has escaped the verge of the army and no other soldiers."

"Not bad! Not bad!" Nishimura said to Thomas with a smile, "I know that you are difficult to be a human being. A small hospital director has no choice but to face local authorities and bureaucracies, but I will support you!"

Nishimura attracted the truly wounded U.S. soldiers and spoke to them: "I respect the U.S. officers and soldiers who fought bravely but died gloriously or were injured. However, I extremely despise the so-called upper-class people who were greedy and afraid of death and tried to escape through the evil ways. Please open your eyes and see what kind of people are you defending? Is it worth your blood and sweat for this shameless country?"

Most of the wounded looked indifferent, and some people shouted in anger: "Fuck these bastards to death! Fuck these bastards to death!"

Nishimura Xiangzhi smiled slightly and signaled to the person next to him. The guard kicked the fat Walker hard on the butt and kicked him into the crowd. Before he could get up from the deck, the raindrop-like fists and leather shoes fell on him, causing him to let out a wave of howls like a pig.

"Damn it! I was blind and broke one leg to protect you, the bastard who was greedy for life and fear of death." A US military lieutenant cried while beating Walker with a crutch, "I beat you to death, and you are shameless! You are not embarrassed, but you are still embarrassed by the United States in front of the Japanese. It's so innocent!"

“Let it go!”

More than 40 people were taken away from the two hospital ships. Nishimura Xiangzhi finally raised his hand and let him go, and waved to the wounded: "Gentlemen, I have a good journey, I wish you a quick recovery!"

"Sir, what should we do if these people are? Kill them all?" The staff officers pointed to the fake wounded and fake crew members who were identified.

"Kill it?" Nishimura Xiangzhi shook his head, "Why kill it? Send it!"

"Wouldn't this be cheap for them?"

"Cheap?" Nishimura laughed meaningfully, "Nothing is so cheap. Let them write their own signatures of the crimes one by one, and then go to the island we control to find a printing factory to print them into leaflets, and then send a plane to the Americans. I believe their faces must be wonderful."

"Why did you let him go later, fat?"

"He has been beaten to a real wounded person." Nishimura reluctantly held back her laughter, "When these two boats are on the west coast, this kind of thing will be reported by the media again. Do you guess anyone is willing to die to protect the rich man?"

"Sir, wise!"
Chapter completed!