Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

The salty sea breeze, carrying the turbid smell of motor oil and rust, whimpering among the reefs of Oahu. Pearl Harbor after nightfall is like an underwater grave, and even the sound of waves hitting the wreckage of the Arizona seems harsh.

In the port, only the battleships under the light control remained with blurred outlines, like a group of wounded giant beasts lying dormant in the darkness.

Looking at the group of soldiers and generals under his command, Nimitz angrily threw the telegram in his hand on the desk, and then pointed to Australia's direction and cursed.

"What right does this Manila deserter, McCausser, have to compete with me for command? While I was fighting the Japanese at sea, this bastard was drinking whiskey in Brisbane."

"What a shitty Army General! I think he is not even as good as that Major General Li from the Republic of China."

"Poor imitator, this son of the beach should eat shit with the battle plan of the New Guinea-Philippines axis!"

Nimitz's roar froze the staff in the headquarters. This was the first time they heard the elegant admiral use the word "deserter" to describe a theater commander of the same level.

But soon, the embarrassment was blown away by the sea breeze.

After all, when the Enterprise was dragging its burning deck to evacuate the battlefield, the Maikauxé land bomber group was still leisurely drawing training routes over New Guinea.

If he had not refused to support the Solomon Islands, Big E would not have been seriously injured again.

Just as Nimitz took a sip of water and prepared for the second round of attack, a phone number marked with Peanut Village on the table forcibly interrupted his spell.

"Commander, the time in the capital is now 1:30 a.m."

Nimitz calmed himself down, picked up the phone and said, "Good evening, Commander. I hope you can bring me some good news. Have the top brass finally integrated the command of the Pacific battlefield?"

"Good evening." Master Luo's voice sounded very cheerful, but his answer was not what Nimitz had hoped for. "I'm sorry Chester, it will take some time to integrate the command, but I promise to do it as soon as possible."

When it comes to command in the Pacific battlefield, even Master Luo, the ugly head of the country, can't stop having a headache.

In the post-war summary of the Battle of Santa Cruz, the Navy angrily accused McCausle of standing idly by and not supporting the cause, while the Army felt that New Guinea should be put first.

That's really true, and the mother-in-law is right, but it's endless when it comes to talking.

Putting aside the messy thoughts in his mind for the time being, Master Luo continued on the phone:
"Chester, I congratulate you on getting rich. Ernest and I know your difficulties, so we decided to support you most of our local production capacity in October and November."

"Although we only have one aircraft carrier, the fully-formed Cactus Air Force and the Enterprise together may be able to fight against the Combined Fleet."

"As long as we hold on firmly until the end of the year, CV-9 Essex and CV-10 Yorktown will go to the battlefield. By then, we can also switch between offense and defense."

Hearing the good news that reinforcements were coming, Nimitz felt physically and mentally comfortable, and even the internal injuries caused by Maikao's sex were much healed a lot.

But for some reason, when he heard the words "firmly hold on" and "Congratulations on your prosperity", he felt cold sweat on his back, as if he had been cursed by some mysterious oriental curse.

Considering that he was currently discussing important matters with the commander-in-chief, he finally abandoned his messy thoughts and said excitedly:

"On behalf of all officers and soldiers of the Pacific Fleet, I salute you. With the new ships and aircraft, the boys who fought so hard will surely have a much easier time."

"By the way, why did you just say that it is easy to attack and defend? Is there something wrong in the Atlantic or European battlefield?"

Seeing the fish taking the bait, Master Luo and Ernest, who were far away in Huashengtun, almost laughed out loud.

The two looked at each other, and the latter took the initiative to take the phone and told the confused Pacific Fleet Commander the truth.

"Chester, the reason we say yes is not because of what happened in the Atlantic or Europe, but because our new ally in Asia just won a great victory."

"The Eighth Route Army's army and navy wiped out more than 100,000 Japanese in the battle last month, including many Type A divisions."

"Do you remember the destroyers that were supposed to be replenished for you? The Fletcher class and the three Benson class killed a Japanese mine team in the naval battle of the battle, and it didn't embarrass you."

Nimitz was not very interested in the Japanese army. The number of hundreds of thousands of enemies killed only made everyone raise their eyebrows.

But when it comes to the Japanese Navy, he immediately becomes interested. That is the Combined Fleet, an enemy that gives the USN a lot of headaches. It is really amazing that a new army that has been training for months can achieve such a result.

"As for the mine warfare team, the torpedo attack tactics of the Japanese light cruisers and destroyers should not be underestimated. The Eighth Route Army Navy, I will remember them."

"If you have a chance in the future, our Pacific Fleet must help. After all, the North Sea Fleet has restrained the enemy's energy to a certain extent, which has helped me."

As soon as these words were spoken, Master Luo and Ernest on the other end of the phone applauded on the spot.

The two were originally worrying about how to start the conversation, but they never expected that Nimitz would fall into the trap himself, which saved them a lot of effort.

"Okay, it's a deal! Chester, there's an old saying in the Republic of China that it's better to act now than to wait for a better day. Since you mentioned that you want to support the Eighth Route Army Navy, let's hurry up and act."

"Once the two Borg-class aircraft carriers that transported the aircraft have unloaded their cargo, you will arrange for them to sail directly to the Republic of China. Major General Robert of the North Pacific Theater will be in charge of the pick-up work."

"By the way, considering the distance is long and unsafe, you remember to send a few submarines and destroyers to escort."

"Don't worry, I will replenish all the ships that are missing in the Pacific Fleet by the end of this year or early next year."

what?
The temporary arrangements of his own commander and the Minister of the Navy directly made the honest man Nimitz look question-marked. This sea cowboy from Texas is also the first time she has experienced the charm of telecom fraud.

Considering the intensity of the Guadalcanal Campaign and the hardships his men had endured recently, Ernest silently calculated the accounts in his mind, and then struck while the iron was hot to persuade them:
"I know you are anxious, but don't worry. Transferring the warships to the Eighth Route Army will indeed have a certain impact on the combat effectiveness of the Pacific Fleet in the short term."

"But this impact can basically be ignored. After all, it's not North Carolina, NCU or Big E that's being transferred away."

"But give the ship to TG, the situation will be different. They collected the money and were really working hard to do things. Think about the day the Eighth Route Army Air Force raided the Pillar Island Fleet?"

The four characters of the Hashima Fleet directly brought Nimitz back to the summer a few months ago. When he learned that the Combined Fleet had been stabbed in the ass by its allies, he spent an entire afternoon shooting pistols at the shooting range.

In a sense, the Eighth Route Army is indeed the most reliable ally in the history of the Ugly Kingdom.

Nimitz, who had no anti-fraud consciousness at all, was directly deceived. He even followed the idea of ​​the double-position superior and began to calculate the sinking tonnage of TG.

"Namen, Fusang, Fengxiang, plus a mine team, a variety of destroyers and many new warships that have not appeared. In this way, the total tonnage of allies' sinking is at least 10 tons."

"We USN are fighting to death in the Pacific, and we have only sank about 24 tons in the past two years."

"It seems that giving two Borgs and five submarines is not unacceptable. The money is really worth it!"

After a period of self-reflection, Nimitz truly felt that allocating ships to the Eighth Route Army was a very good choice.

As for submarines, his Pacific Fleet has plenty of them, and losing five will not affect its combat effectiveness. As for destroyers, they are just escort ships anyway, so he can just bring a few Mahan-class ships.

The only thing I felt a little distressed was the two Borg-class ships, but I issued an order that the escort aircraft carriers could not participate in front-line combat, so I would not lose money if I gave them up.

What's more, the President and the Minister also promised the Essex class and replenished the Cactus Air Force's aircraft to full strength.

Well, reasonable!

It's so reasonable to exchange some insignificant little characters for a powerful air force!
Although the development of the matter was somewhat beyond Ernest's expectations, the result was good after all. In order to eliminate the last concerns of his subordinates, he decisively delivered the finishing blow.

"Chester, you are indeed an excellent general who considers the overall situation. Don't worry, we will not suffer any loss."

"After receiving the warships, the Eighth Route Army Air Force will immediately bomb Japan's synthetic oil factories to weaken the Combined Fleet's ability to continue operations. You are a frontline commander, and you must know what a fully fueled IJN means."

"Besides, the rise of the Eighth Route Army Navy will definitely divert the enemy's naval power. I believe no one will ignore a fleet that is only a few hundred miles away from their homeland."

Obviously, the Navy Secretary's finishing move completely impressed Nimitz. He made a decision on the spot and ordered people to arrange the deployment of ships in advance.

"Yes! I promise to complete the task!" (End of this chapter)