Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 702 Lu Huizhong: Are you so afraid of your ex-girlfriend?

"Operations can also be done in the headquarters and staff."

He Songling decisively expressed his opposition to Curtis, but he knew that neither he nor Joseph Jr. could influence the deployment of the US military.

Sure enough, Curtis smiled in relief, stared at He Songling and said, "Mr. He, you can't influence the mobilization and deployment of our troops. I have reported to the headquarters, and they have approved my application. Joseph's troops will go to the European battlefield this month."

"Stay still." He Songling could only spread his hands. Times had changed. Even gods could not control such things. He could only tell little Joseph: "Take the amulet I gave you with you."

"I will. Thank you, Uncle He." Little Joseph nodded.

No matter how prominent his family background is, he is now just a senior soldier in the army. To the military, military orders are everything, and it is impossible for him to resist a completely reasonable transfer order.

"Do you have anything else to say, Colonel Curtis?" He Songling squinted at the barbecue master. He had no good impression of the man in front of him.

"Originally, I did, but now it seems that I'd better forget it." Curtis had no opinion on He Songling's attitude. He was now fully committed to the war and didn't care much about personal grudges. "Originally, there were some things that required you to pay a little, but now it seems that you don't like me and probably won't help me with this."

"You American soldiers are not planning to take my money too, are you? If you want to blackmail him, you should go to his father." He Songling has been accustomed to dealing with the bald man over the years, and subconsciously thought that Curtis was trying to blackmail him to "donate" some funds.

He absolutely loved little Joseph as much as his own nephew, but when it came to real money, sorry, green U.S. dollars were more dear to him. So he decisively pouted at little Joseph, showing him a helpless look.

His uncle is having another attack.

Is it possible for the US military to extort money from a foreign businessman like you? Even if they want to, they have to come up with a pretext, right?

"You're overthinking that." Curtis shook his head and said, "I was thinking that you were able to improve Joseph's flying skills and overall perspective so much in a short period of time.
I heard that in your homeland in the Far East, you trained a team of pilots who had no flying experience at all to become quite good in a short period of time. They were able to fight back and forth in the air battles against the Japanese army. You even personally flew the plane and shot down many Japanese planes. I think you must have excellent insights into air force operations. I want you to come to our place to give us some guidance. But now..."

"You want to learn air combat tactics from me?" He Songling raised his eyebrows. He thought that a man like Curtis would not ask for advice from him. "I thought people like you think highly of themselves, especially since I am a yellow person. You should have all kinds of discrimination against me."

"A good strategy is one that can win." Curtis' stomach began to ache again. He bit the cigar in his mouth in two with force, but he pretended to be dissatisfied with the enemy and said with a grim face:

"You don't know how difficult it is to deal with a mustache. I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of failure. So, I train my pilots in an almost ruthless and cold-blooded way, but it always feels like it's not enough and it's still not safe enough."

Curtis' stomach meridians seemed transparent in He Songling's innate eyes. As long as he wanted, he wouldn't even have to move a finger. He could cure Curtis' stomach disease just by mobilizing the innate Qi with his mind. But he didn't want to cure it, and he didn't know how to cure it.

Objectively speaking, Curtis made a huge contribution to the victory of the World Anti-Fascist War. He really defeated the Japanese, and the Japanese later even wanted to award him a first-class medal, but he did not appreciate it at all, and would rather wear the medal of the Northern Bear, which shows his determination. But after all, in another ten years, Curtis's motherland would become an enemy. It would be fine if he retired early because of his poor health. If he could still designate combat plans and even command operations with a healthy body, I don't know how many of his own people would die.

It would be better to just let him retire due to illness.

"Sure, I can teach you and give your pilots a flight demonstration." He Songling nodded. This surprised Curtis: "You are willing to help me? I thought you didn't like me."

"I can't say I like you, but we have a common enemy now. The stronger you are, the sooner this war will end." He Songling raised his eyebrows and suddenly laughed obscenely: "How about this, Curtis, within two years, you will be transferred to the Pacific theater. I will teach you a way of fighting that will work well here."

"What did you say?" Curtis's eyebrows twitched in anger, and he punched the plane next to him. "To what extent are these damn politicians corrupt that they can allow a foreigner to influence the military deployment of our army?"

"What do you mean, are you going to refuse?" He Songling smiled secretly. This was the information gap. He knew about the next deployment of the US military and knew that Curtis would be transferred to the Pacific battlefield to fight the Japanese, but Curtis himself didn't know. Hearing that he was so sure about his transfer destination in two years, he naturally thought that He Songling had used some price or interest exchange to influence the deployment of the US military.

"No, I want to learn." Curtis gritted his teeth and said, "I have to learn. What does Mr. He want to teach me?"

"Barbecue." He Songling said, shaking his finger.

"Barbecue?" Curtis was confused. "What is that? Do I have to worry about logistics and transportation myself? What does the logistics department do?"

"That's not the case. Come here and I'll tell you. The tactics you're using now in the European battlefield, high-altitude daytime precision bombing, are not suitable for an island country that's always hit by typhoons. So, we have to change our thinking. We have to change the bombing altitude, bombing time, and bombing types, you see..."

He Songling pulled Curtis into the tent and began to survey, analyze and simulate the map. Not long after, he heard the "hehehe" villain laughter of two people in the tent.

"What...are they doing?" Joseph Jr.'s immediate superior asked blankly.

"No." Little Joseph was much better. He knew that it was not unusual for his uncle to do anything. He shrugged and said, "Maybe they are discussing how to make delicious barbecue."

After seeing this scene, Little Joseph once again raised his opinion of his Uncle He. Even a man like Curtis could be influenced so quickly.

Two days later.

Finally calming down, Lu Huizhong appeared in front of He Songling with a confused look on her face: "Are you not staying in the United States? No, are you so afraid of Xiao Wei?"

(End of this chapter)