Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 701 He Knows Everyone in the Japs' Place

"Who are you talking about?"

At that time, there was no clear air force in the world, and the name "Air Force" was only used verbally. Most countries either assigned pilots to the navy where carrier-based aircraft were located, or kept them directly in the army.

It is said that this colonel in front of us mostly carried out air combats by fighter jets taking off from land airports and bombing missions by bombers in Europe, so he is still in the army.

But these are actually not important. His surname aroused He Songling's great interest.

"Li Mei." Curtis glanced at He Songling, "Have you heard of me?"

"Yes, I have." He Songling had heard of this man's name. The great American barbecue master, the artist of interpersonal communication, who would later have hundreds of thousands of acquaintances in Japan.

But he had also heard of this man, cold-blooded, ruthless, and serious. He advocated that evasive action should not be allowed in air combat in exchange for the result of "hitting more targets with less damage".

To put it bluntly, he is like a player manipulating a war game. Other people's lives are not human lives to him, but just a string of data. As long as he can win in the end, he can accept any price. As long as the losses can be reduced, even if some of the "losses" are about to be sent to die, it doesn't matter.

Without this kind of character and mentality, he would not have been able to achieve the Teriyaki that later spread all over the city. Curtis's behavior was actually similar to the "Kamikaze" tactics used by the Japanese army later. He bet that the enemy was more afraid of death than his own people. In the end, letting these two groups of people collide was also a case of magic defeating magic.

He Songling's impression of Curtis was neither good nor bad. This kind of behavior of taking human life as if it were not human life was certainly very satisfying, but what if he became an enemy one day?
So he got straight to the point and said, "Your tactics in Europe have enabled you to achieve great results and have been promoted very quickly. I heard that in 1941, you were only a major, but now you are a colonel. It is conceivable that in less than two years, you will be a major general, possibly the youngest general in the US Army."

"It turns out that Mr. He knows me so well." Curtis frowned. He is a tough soldier, ruthless to others and to himself.

Later generations commented that he was a genius who could turn combat aircraft into killing machines. He used the rest time that others used to eat and chat to think about the dangers he might encounter on the smoke-filled battlefield, analyze combat action steps, and estimate the challenges he faced.

As a soldier, he longed to die on the battlefield. He led the team in person every time he carried out a bombing mission, even though his stomach problems caused by irregular work and rest for many years made him feel pain as soon as he got off the plane. Even so, Curtis would only bite the cigar tightly, pretending to be angry and thinking, not in pain.

This ruthless person who could make his superiors strictly order him to stop flying and rest, naturally became wary when he heard that He Songling had such detailed information about him, an American military officer. After all, although He Songling was recognized as a representative of the people, it did not change the fact that he was an officer under Baldy with an official status and personally participated in the war.

"Don't be so serious. I have some connections in Europe. I've heard about your glorious deeds. It's not surprising. In fact, even in your motherland, the land we are standing on right now, I can do more than you. You didn't come from a prestigious school, nor do you have a distinguished family background. You relied on your own hard work. How can you compare with a stinky capitalist like me who has good relationships with all kinds of politicians?"

He Songling saw Curtis's expression and said in a mocking tone: "What a free country it is, what do you think?"

As soon as He Songling said this, the faces of the three Americans turned ugly. Especially Curtis, who had been quite enthusiastic about him just now, had turned into his usual cold-blooded appearance. The anger made his stomach ache again, and his face showed his usual ferocious expression of frowning and glaring.

"Mr. He, you..." "Hey." He Songling stretched out his hand to stop Curtis from speaking. He didn't want to waste any more words with this cold-blooded soldier. The best destination for this barbecue master was to go to Japan and make some acquaintances.

"I have no opinion on you. I admire your actions in fighting the Axis powers. But there is one thing. You are a natural born soldier. You are cold-blooded and tyrannical, but at the same time overly calm and rational. You are only suitable to be a soldier. But my nephew is different. He will be the president in the future. I am afraid that you will have a bad influence on him."

"Ah..." Little Joseph didn't expect He Songling to have such high hopes for him. Although his whole family believed that he should go into politics, being elected president was the ultimate hope, not a sure thing. But from what He Songling said, it was as if he was already the president.

It seems that the current leader of America's revival, the unprecedented four-term president, is just a banner waiting to step down, and he is certain that he will succeed to the throne when the time comes.

Thinking of this, little Joseph's eyes were filled with tears and determination. He would not let Uncle He down.

In fact, He Songling didn't care whether Joseph Jr. could win the election or not, he just said this casually. After all, even if he became a real god, he couldn't predict the destiny of a country like the United States.

But as long as there is a possibility that Joseph Jr. will be elected, he cannot let a cold-blooded hawkish military man like Curtis lead Joseph Jr. astray.

As we all know, the Cold War followed World War II, and the United States was not very friendly to the camps of countries on the other side of the ocean.

Peace, we must have peace.

The Joseph family is his old friends and partners. He trusts the Joseph family even more than Zuo Rutong - for these old capitalists, interests are the most reliable alliance.

But even so, in the face of national interests, Joseph's family is nothing.

Although I don’t know what kind of person Joseph Jr. will become if he really wins the election, and what kind of foreign policy he will make under the influence of the political situation, at least I should take precautions against things that I can prevent.

"I am a soldier. In times of war, I only think about fighting." Curtis was quite dissatisfied with He Songling's evaluation of him, but he had to admit that He Songling's evaluation of him was very accurate.

This made him even more wary of He Songling.

"That's right. Joseph's flying performance is excellent, and his record in exercises is also very good. More importantly, he has a complete overall view. He should be on the front line. I believe that he can develop new air combat tactics under the baptism of war and deal a more severe blow to our enemies."

Curtis said with a gloomy face.

(End of this chapter)