Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 588: What era is it now? Are you still practicing traditional cultivation?
"He, you really don't want to train with these guys?"

Chennault looked at He Songling reluctantly at the airport and said, "You are definitely the most talented pilot I have ever seen!"

"Come on, Lao Chen. I'm the richest man in the world. Why would I fight with a bunch of soldiers like you in the sky? Do you think I'm that stupid son of Joseph? If I disrupt the formation and cause my comrades to die, I can't take the responsibility."

He Songling's words turned Chennault's face full of reluctance into helplessness. "I emphasize again, my last name is not Chen, Chennault is my last name. If you like, you can call me Claire."

"Okay Lao Chen, no problem Lao Chen."

He Songling perfunctorily answered Chennault and continued, "Remember, food and military pay must not be lacking. Pilots must be guaranteed the best conditions to fight against the Japanese air force. If you don't have enough money, ask me. I will go to Baldy and make sure you get the material conditions in place. The rest is up to you."

"Don't worry about that." Lao Chen nodded and said, "I have been coming to Lao Zhong since 1937. In addition to the supplies for my own life, the biggest reason is to fight against war and aggression. My biggest wish is to help you build your own air force in Lao Zhong."

"Well, you are all great people, I can't compare to you. I only have two stinky coins, this thing is a bastard, don't save it for me, just exchange it for machine gun bullets and bombs to beat the Japanese devils hard."

Old Chen is just like Dr. Bai, a true internationalist fighter. It is no exaggeration to say that he is noble and great. Until 2015, our country's leaders awarded his widow the Anti-Japanese War Victory Medal to commend her for her great contribution to the cause of the Anti-Japanese War.

He Songling trusted him.

"Also, remember one thing. In an air battle, you should hide when necessary. The plane is not important, but the pilot is. We are not the Japanese. Those beasts don't even care about their own lives. They may fly an empty plane to hit us. It's a suicide attack. We can't afford to fight them."

"You don't have to tell me, I'm the professional, and you, the chief instructor, have never done anything." Old Chen said with some complaint.

"Bullshit, if I really teach you, you won't be unemployed? Be nicer to your boss." He Songling flashed and appeared under a fighter jet. "I'll fly away in a plane, and you can report the damage to Baldy later."

"Wait a minute!"

By the time Lao Chen realized what was happening, He Songling had already pushed off the runway and was preparing to taxi. He yelled, "He, get off the runway! Are you kidding me? You said you would take the fighter away? And you asked me to report a false loss. I'm going to court-martial you!"

"Nonsense, this fighter jet was originally donated to him by me. The purchase order that Chiang Kai-shek placed with you has not been delivered yet, and this aircraft has not been recorded in the account. I just temporarily parked it at his airport. What's wrong with me driving my own aircraft away? At most I can pay him for the parking fee."

He Songling snorted, pushed the joystick, the engine and propeller began to roar, and slid down the runway.

Even fighter jets in this era were relatively simple. With He Songling's current brain and physical fitness, let alone fighter jets from World War II, as long as he figured out the operation, he could fly the sixth-generation aircraft of the future.

This is what He Songling has always said. The greatest role of aliens in the era of technology and hot weapons. With their superhuman physique and calm minds, they can perform operations with much higher limits than ordinary people, whether it is using guns, cannons or flying planes.

Especially since He Songling also has spatial ability, he can use fighter jets as bombers. Although the bomb load is not large, it does have more ground attack capability than ordinary fighter jets.

On the same day, He Songling flew to Guangxi, bombed an airport and two railway lines of the Japanese, and engaged in an air battle with the Japanese who caught up with him, shooting down six enemy planes. This novice pilot became an ace pilot in his first battle. He Songling did not get complacent. He relied on his extraordinary skills, reaction ability, and balance ability to shoot down six enemy planes. Just over a decade later, on the battlefield of the 38th parallel, our army's special merit pilot created a record of shooting down four enemy planes in one battle.

You know, in addition to the fact that you are an alien, your enemy is also weak. This is a Japanese plane from 1941, and those most lovely people are facing an American plane from the 1950s. The era, technology, industrial level, and flight technology concepts are not on the same level.

"Hmph, that's fine." He Songling thought about it and thought it was not bad. After all, he was representing the Tang Sect now.

After the aliens joined the battle, they also compared the number, quality and results of the enemies killed. Tangmen had previously relied on the foundation of assassination to push the "quality" of killing enemies to an insurmountable ceiling, so this time he would also set a benchmark for the results of the battle.

"If my sect, He Songling, is not number one, it would be too shameful."

"so good……"

He Songling was flying the plane rapidly in the air. Looking at the sea of ​​clouds being split apart and the air ripples continuously retreating behind him, He Songling suddenly felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.

Suddenly, I felt a jump in my Niwan Palace.

The connection between the Nascent Soul and the innate soul, which had never been improved since the Wong Tai Sin Mountain God saw the hole in the sky, actually got one step closer in this high altitude.

"This is……"

He Songling narrowed his eyes. He had a guess in his mind, so he increased the speed of the plane to the highest level and rushed aimlessly in the air.

He was flying an American P-51D fighter jet with a maximum flight speed of 708 kilometers per hour, which was definitely top-notch in terms of aircraft flight speed at the time.

But for He Songling, this speed was just like an old ox pulling a cart. He casually performed four or five cobra maneuvers in the sky, feeling the weightlessness of the plane falling from the sky and then rising again.

The pressure on the pilot in the cabin was almost non-existent to He Songling, and he could even use the force field to completely offset the pressure. But the act of flying in the sky itself seemed to create a crack in He Songling's misty body of innate Qi, allowing the Nascent Soul to meet the Divine Soul.

"It feels completely different from flying in the flesh..."

Even if it was a plane from World War II, it was still a fighter jet, and its speed of over 700 kilometers per hour was far faster than the high-speed trains of later generations. He Songling's flying in this state was completely different from flying by simply relying on "lightness and clarity of breath" to float in the air.

"I see...If you want to control the innate qi, you must first become an immortal. But if you can't control the innate qi, you can't become an immortal. My situation would be a completely impossible paradox in ancient times, but now, times have changed!"

(End of this chapter)