Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 1388 The poison of the Chinese!

I saw the Chinese Army Colonel shrinking down his whole body as if he was predicting the future, just in time to avoid Lieutenant Scott's uppercut.

Lieutenant Scott could even feel his gloves brushing against the hair on the head of the Chinese Army Colonel.

It was a hair’s breadth, a mere few centimeters, but Lieutenant Scott knew that his trump card had failed.

What's more fatal than this will be the counterattack of the Chinese Army colonel who escaped his attack. Lieutenant Scott, whose face changed slightly, quickly collected the coupons to protect his sides, and continuously moved backwards to get away from his opponent's attack. attack range.

Obviously, he thought too much!

The Chinese Army colonel, who had ducked to avoid his attack, actually stood still, watching him busy at work, and even had the energy to give a thumbs up.

Lieutenant Scott, who was relatively calm at first, suddenly raised his head, and his fair face and neck showed a light pink color. This was due to the accelerated accumulation of blood.

In his boxing career, no matter how tough his opponent was, he had never behaved like this. I am afraid that only the coach in the boxing gym when he was young had behaved like this during training.

"Shit! Knock him down!"

"Scott, beat him up!"

Several other American pilots also started making noises.

"Come on, sir!" A group of Chinese pilots headed by Shen Chonghai also shouted hard.

I'm afraid only the poor Air Force Major was sweating profusely. Deep down in his heart, he still resented Tang Tuanzuo.

After all, this pilot from Miguo still knows a little bit about propriety, and he has to get soft gloves to put on when he punches, but Tang Tuanzuo is deliberately looking for trouble, and he can just avoid it, and he has to Arrogant and provocative.

It’s okay now! You made someone really angry, let’s see how it ends now?

The characteristics of future Chinese soldiers: Either they don’t fight, or they must be completely defeated if they want to fight.

This is how it was done in the Icefield War, this is how it was done on the Tibetan Plateau, and this is how it was done in the jungles of the southwest. The little butterfly from the future naturally inherited this fine tradition.

Looking at the superior American air force lieutenant, he rushed forward and punched him like an angry lion. Tang Dao did not dodge or even block this time.

Instead, he hit him with a straight punch!

There is no need for any skills, the main focus is a physical fight. This is not because Tang Tuanzuo has a masochistic tendency, but because he understands Americans too well.

They highly advocate individual heroism, especially tough guys. If they use skills to win, they will still be unconvinced, always feeling that it is not MAN enough!

Then defeat them in a way they recognize, although this is indeed a bit awkward in Tang Dao's opinion.

It is true that Tang Dao is a master, but he has never practiced Tietou Kung Fu. Although Lieutenant Scott's movements are far less agile than him, he is definitely a master of martial arts. In addition, white people have thick muscle fibers, and the explosive The strength must exceed that of the yellow race.

When a fist with a force of more than 200 kilograms fell on his face, Tang Tuanzuo's head was buzzing.

But that's all. In the battle between Zheng Cheng and Fujiwara Senzuo, Tang Danzao played a head-to-head move, and his power was far more than that.

The punch that Tang Tuanzuo fired did not hit the opponent's head, because Lieutenant Scott faced that fierce punch and felt a chill in his heart for no reason. The moment before the fist was about to hit him, his body He shifted slightly and blocked the inevitable punch with his strong forearm.

His caution prevented him from being KO'd on the spot.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

Tang Dao, who had been punched in the face, still stood there, but the American Air Force lieutenant who blocked Tang Dao's punch with his elbow took three steps back.

The face that was originally pink due to the top of the head suddenly regained its original color, and the brown pupils that looked at Tang Dao were filled with horror.

The pilots from both China and the United States have stopped making noises, and no one knows what the situation is now.

Logically speaking, the Chinese Army colonel who was hit in the head must be at a disadvantage, but the American Air Force lieutenant who blocked the opponent's punch seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. He not only retreated, but also failed to take advantage of the victory.

I'm afraid only the person involved who blocked the punch knew what he had just experienced.

The severe pain in his arm reminded the experienced American Air Force lieutenant that the force of that punch was at least over 300 kilograms. It was the heaviest straight punch he had ever encountered in his life.

If it weren't for the human instinct for life that made him desperately protect himself and let the punch hit his face, I'm afraid his fainting time would never have been less than half a day.

Damn it, how could this be the power that the legendary 'Sick Man of Asia' had? Lieutenant Scott was reluctant to admit it, but the severe pain in his arm reminded him that this punch had probably caused a fracture in the arm bone. .

"Lieutenant Scott, your fists are very powerful!" Tang Dao shook his neck, revealing his white teeth. "However, we Chinese have an old saying: It's not polite to call someone but not to call someone back!"

Tang Dao suddenly understood Fujiwara Senzuo at this moment. It turns out that it is so good to pretend to be cool when meeting someone who is not convinced!

But now Tang Dao has no intention of attacking his opponent's heartlessness, nor is he looking for a lover. He just wants to vent his anger, and the big sandbag in front of him is the best target to vent his anger on.

Before Lieutenant Scott could say anything, Tang Dao kicked twice, rushed forward with a few arrows, and punched out.

The unlucky Lieutenant Scott could only rely on his instinct to protect his head and ribs with his gloves and arms, and received another hard punch.

Don't tell me, the lieutenant of the American Air Force, who desperately wanted to keep his face like a pig's head, had superior strength and experience, but he protected him very tightly, and he didn't let Tang Dao's punch open the door for him to take anything he wanted.

"I'll fight!" A picture of Bruce Lee fighting a Western boxer in a Bruce Lee movie suddenly popped into Tang Dao's mind, and he expressed his homage to the classic with practical actions.

Then, a scene that stunned everyone present appeared.

Tang Dao's fists hit each other as fast as a punch, and they hit Lieutenant Scott's face with a pair of gloves protecting his face in pure defense.

No matter whether Lieutenant Scott desperately swayed his body from side to side or retreated in an attempt to avoid it, the successive fists landed accurately on the gloves.

It's like two pairs of fist gloves attracting each other magnetically.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The muffled sound of the impact between the boxing gloves was like a violent storm hitting the awning, and it did not stop for 20 seconds.

Poor Lieutenant Scott almost no longer moved his body to dodge on his own, but was hit by a huge punch.

By this time, even a fool knew that the two were not on the same level at all. If the Chinese Army Colonel wanted to, he could attack other parts of his upper body and knock him down at any time.

"Stop! Stop!" Finally, Lieutenant Scott, who was completely stunned, shouted repeatedly.

Tang Dao retracted his fist and slowly exhaled.

"It's great!" Tang Dao finally let out a small part of the bad breath he had been holding in his heart.

"Lieutenant Scott, if you feel dissatisfied, we can come again after a few minutes of rest. Your boxing skills are very good, enough to enter the professional arena." Tang Dao said calmly to the horrified American Air Force lieutenant.

"NO! NO! NO!" Lieutenant Scott shook his head repeatedly.

He is arrogant, but not stupid!

Tang Dao was right, he was strong enough to enter the professional arena, but the person in front of him was a boxing champion who could win a gold belt. In the round of punches just now, even though the punch was fierce, he could feel it. Come on, he must have reserved his strength, otherwise with the same force as the first punch, he could have broken open his defense with only three punches, and then hit him with a bruise on his face.

"Mr. Colonel, you are very strong. I am far from your opponent. I take back what I said before and apologize." Lieutenant Scott admitted defeat frankly, but his eyes were full of curiosity.

"I would like to ask, was the thing you defeated me just now a type of Chinese Kung Fu?"

"On behalf of my motherland and people, I accept your apology." Tang Dao nodded. "As for whether this is Chinese Kung Fu, I can tell you the truth, Lieutenant Scott. If I could use my legs, the flaw exposed by your straight punch just now would be enough for me to kick you in the balls."

"Oh! God! My wife is still waiting for me to come home, and my baby Caitlin still wants to have a younger brother and sister! Mr. Colonel, from now on, you will be my best friend." Lieutenant Scott looked at He glanced at his crotch, turned pale and wailed.

"Haha!" Zhang Dafei almost died laughing. This is the cuter side of Americans. Although they are arrogant towards people they look down on, as if they are the masters of the world, once they are recognized by them, they are honest and like children.

"But I'm sorry, Mr. Colonel, regarding the delivery of fighter planes, we still have to follow our previous agreement. You and your pilots must fly the Wildcat fighter into the sky within half an hour." Lieutenant Scott said apologetically. "But if Mr. Colonel, you agree to teach me Chinese Kung Fu, I will also be happy to become the instructor of your pilots."

Damn it! Is this okay? The sweat on the major liaison officer's head had long since stopped. When the lieutenant of the American Air Force said this, his mind was filled with thoughts of ten thousand grass-mud horses stampeding by.

I bet this foreigner is just like Tang Tuanzuo said, if he doesn't accept it, just give him a good beating.

But if the major liaison officer was in a good mood at this time, the next moment he deeply felt what it meant to be in heaven and hell in one second.

"There is no problem in teaching you Chinese Kung Fu. There will be plenty of time in the future." Tang Dao gave Lieutenant Scott a meaningful look. "However, there is no need to be an instructor. I can fly this old propeller fighter into the sky by myself."

"Mr. Colonel! This is a fighter plane that was only put into service in February this year. It is not an old one." Scott seriously wanted to refute Tang Dao, but the next moment he suddenly reacted. "Wait a minute, Mr. Colonel, you were just talking about yourself. This is not okay, this is absolutely not okay. You seem to be in the Army."

Tang Dao's military uniforms are completely different from those of the six Chinese Air Force pilots. Moreover, based on the American pilots' very simple understanding of China, the more senior officers are, the worse their grasp of actual combat skills is. Pilots who have been trained in the United States even think that they can A plane crash, let alone an officer like Tang Dao who is close to the general level!

"Haha! Who said the Army can't fly planes? Lieutenant Scott, this is not America, this is the mysterious East. Believe it or not, there is a magical power here." Tang Dao smiled slightly and strode towards the plane.

Major Liaison Officer: Can you take me with you? Anyway, my heart has been so damaged by you. Death would be more comfortable than this!

"Sir, why don't I do it! I was trained in the United States, and I can basically understand the buttons on it." Zhang Dafei, who had also just reacted, looked worried.

"Hehe! Since we want to shock these foreigners, we have to shock them completely, so as not to show off to us in the future. It's not worth sending out elite pilots like you. I, a rifle-carrying man, treat them like precious rags. Only when I open the sky can I blind them. Don't worry, I have my own sense of responsibility." Tang Dao smiled and patted Zhang Dafei on the shoulder.

Under the stunned gazes of Chinese and foreign pilots, Tang Dao walked up to a Wildcat fighter jet, put his hands on the wings, jumped on, used the wings as a ladder, and sat in the cockpit of the aircraft.

"Boom!" There was a loud sound, and a pair of dark footprints were left on the extremely clean aluminum alloy mask of the wing.

The eyes of the 12 Chinese and foreign pilots collectively twitched.

This is an advanced fighter plane worth tens of thousands of dollars! Why, in the eyes of this army colonel, is it really as shabby as he said.

Naturally, they didn't know that the little butterfly from the future had learned how to fly. From propeller planes to jet planes to fixed-rotor aircraft, they were all trained in professional flight academies.

Tang Dao is a man who has personally experienced the top speed of Mach 2.5. Looking at this propeller aircraft with a top speed of only 550 kilometers per hour, don't you think of it as an outdated piece of junk!

"God! Scott, if you don't stop him, a terrible crash will happen today, and that's an Army colonel. Are you sure those old guys won't hold us accountable afterwards?" An American The air force lieutenant looked at Tang Dao, who had already sat in the cockpit and was starting to press various buttons, and his face turned pale.

They can prevent the Chinese from receiving fighter planes, and the boss will criticize them at most, but if a crash occurs and a senior Chinese officer is killed, the matter will be much more serious.

Although the Chinese side is weak, I heard that they are a big customer and have recently ordered a large amount of arms from the Federation. In order to appease them, those old bastards above might use these troublemakers as a target to appease the Chinese.

"Lawrence, if you go and stop him, I don't want to have my balls kicked out by him!" Lieutenant Scott spread his hands with a wry smile on his face, indicating that he was helpless.

What do you mean by shooting yourself in the foot? This is how the six American pilots feel now.

As Tang Dao in the cockpit gave a thumbs up to the astonished mechanic, a group of pilots quickly moved away from the plane.

Shen Chonghai and Zhang Dafei almost hugged the major liaison officer who was about to cry and left.

If you don't stay far away, the wind kicked up by the huge propeller on the nose of the plane is not a good thing.

The roar of the engine sounded, the propeller gradually rotated, and the plane slowly straightened its nose and headed towards the hangar door.

A dozen people could only chase the plane and watch the latest Wildcat fighter jet drive onto the runway under the control of Tang Dao.

The officer on the other side of the tower received an extremely pure Chinese request from the radio: "Tower! Tower! The fighter plane is ready, request for test flight, over!"

what's the situation? The tower looked at a Wildcat fighter jet on the runway in the distance, but heard the voice of the Chinese pilot in his ears, and was really confused.

Did the US agree to deliver fighter jets?

"Can you fly?" the second lieutenant on the tower stammered and asked his superiors.

"Fly! Don't let Yang Maozi regret it. As long as we fly, these 6 planes must be handed over to us." The air force lieutenant colonel commander who had just received the call still had a certain sense of responsibility and said through gritted teeth. Decide.

He also knew that his fate was bound to this fighter plane that was already on standby on the runway. Once it flew, he would have the capital to be promoted in the future. If the plane crashed, his future would be doomed.

But he finally decided to take a gamble, because he knew that even the person above was paying attention to these six Wildcat fighters, and they would undertake that very special mission.

However, if he had known that Tang Tuan was sitting on the plane, I wonder if he would have made this decision.

Ninety-nine percent of the time he wouldn't agree. When he learned the truth afterwards, the fear on his face was as if he saw the Japanese entering a mountain city.

After receiving the take-off order from the tower, Tang Dao pushed the throttle lever with his left hand, and the Wildcat fighter's 1200-horsepower Pratt & Whitney air-cooled engine burst into a loud roar, and the aircraft entered the acceleration phase.

"Push the throttle, accelerate." Lieutenant Scott muttered to himself as he looked at the fighter planes running wildly on the runway. He was even more nervous than when he took off for the first time on an aircraft carrier.

"Oh! God! He is such a lunatic! But he is such a genius lunatic." Scott watched the fighter plane accelerate in less than 200 meters, take off and fly into the blue sky at a very high angle. The lieutenant held his head in disbelief.

Tang Dao was relatively proficient in driving the fighter plane onto the runway, which showed that he was not a rookie who liked flying. However, this method of flying, which was only used on aircraft carriers, still greatly exceeded the expectations of Chinese and foreign pilots.

Once the speed is not reached, there may not even be the possibility of a go-around.

Fortunately, Tang Tuanzuo succeeded, even though he was sweating white hair in the cockpit. This thing is completely incomparable with the JJ-7 he drove before!

It’s easy to get struck by lightning if you show off too much! Tang Tuanzuo is a smart man and knows that the cowardice he showed earlier was enough to shock these American guys.

Besides, the aviation fuel filled in the planes comes from the United States, and China has to pay for it. Now it is difficult to even eat on the front line, so save as much as you can.

Of course, Tang Dao was still a little unfamiliar with this kind of slower propeller-type fighter. On the contrary, he didn't do any fancy tricks in the air. He flew around the airport twice and pressed down about 400 meters. altitude, passed over the airport at low altitude and at high speed, and then requested a landing.

"Mr. Colonel, you are the most powerful Chinese soldier I have ever seen. I am very happy to have a friend like you, but please agree to my request." Lieutenant Scott waited for Tang Dao to jump off the plane and got on A bear hug before.

"As long as it's within my capabilities." Tang Dao said with a smile.

"From now on, it's better for you to command operations on land. Watching you fly a plane makes my heart really unbearable, especially with your current technology and your take-off skills." Lieutenant Scott said seriously.

After all, he had rich experience, and he later realized that in addition to his flying skills, this colonel also had the courage to attack tanks with explosive bags.

"Ahem!" Tang Dao felt a rare moment of embarrassment. He had really exaggerated just now, and he would definitely not pretend to be cool in the future.

"However, if you really want to become an excellent pilot, I would be happy to be your instructor." Scott said with a smile.

"No need to teach me, Mr. Lieutenant, you have 6 students today. I need your help and your comrades' help to teach them to be familiar with these fighters. Tomorrow they will fly these new fighters to the battlefield. I will pay you, How about $100 an hour?”

"NO! NO! We are friends. How can the friendship between friends be measured by money?" Lieutenant Scott shook his finger. "Why don't you, dear Colonel, treat us to some of your hometown dishes? I heard that there is a famous dish here where the fire is in the pot."

"Okay! I believe Mr. Lieutenant and your comrades will be deeply impressed by this dish on my hometown." Tang Dao agreed meaningfully.

Do all foreigners like to abuse themselves so much? Being tortured once is not enough! The Chinese staff on the side were all happy.

Chinese people are so enthusiastic! American pilots have a very good impression of the Chinese.

Perhaps, after tasting the taste of Shancheng hot pot, they will change this view.

The Chinese poisoned their food, but the strange toxin that caused both pain and pleasure was irresistible.

Just like Colonel Tang, who beat them in various ways during the day, he had a strange charm.

(End of this chapter)