Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 708 Xiao Wang, do you feel like a miracle doctor?
The process of bombing the mustache went smoothly.

After all, this was a mission that Curtis had led his team to successfully carry out many times in history. Combined with He Songling, the cheating player, it dealt a serious blow to the mustache's ground facilities and troops.

As for advanced air force tactics, He Songling knew nothing about them. He just relied on his physical fitness and cheating skills to fly faster and more elegantly than others.

Of course, he still gave Curtis some inspiration. After all, he was a genius air force commander. There were many things he could not think of simply because he had not seen them.

Once He Songling used some tricks to achieve certain bombing and attack targets at a level that current aircraft performance could not achieve, the problems behind the enemy's defense and ground deployment would be exposed. With Curtis's talent and experience, he could naturally find many loopholes that could be attacked without using tricks.

In addition, there are some tactics that originally belonged to Curtis in history, but due to time constraints, he was not able to implement them. They were realized by He Songling and his team of pilots, which can be regarded as stealing Curtis's credit and selling it to himself.

This immediately made He Songling's status in the eyes of Curtis's group of pilots so high that even the officers who had always been at the forefront were inferior to him.

"He, you are truly the best pilot in the world. It's a pity that you don't continue to fight on the front line." After five bombings, Curtis looked at He Songling with regret and said, "If you could be in my flight formation, I am confident that I can take down the mustache at least one year in advance."

After all these air battles, Curtis also realized that He Songling's strategic vision was almost zero. Apart from the occasional shocking words, he basically couldn't see through the fog of war. But in contrast, his tactical level was simply terrifying. Not only himself, but even the pilots under him had greatly improved their flying skills after being trained by him for a period of time.

"You don't need to tell me that." He Songling raised his head proudly. "I don't want to delve into scientific theories. I am talented and accomplished in any field and field. I am an officer in the Air Force. How can I be your subordinate? You are just kidding."

Let me put it this way. If people knew that I was a private pilot in the Air Force, those industry leaders who knew my talent and ability would point their fingers at you pilots and curse you. So for the sake of everyone, my greatest contribution to every industry is that I don’t work in any industry.”

Pilots are extremely valuable strategic resources for the military, and their value is much higher than that of aircraft. Except for some psychopaths, most armies will feed and feed captured enemy pilots, and then ask the enemy military to redeem them at a high price.

No one dares to say that a pilot is a "private soldier flying a plane". Equating pilots with privates in the army is simply an insult to pilots.

However, when it came to He Songling's words, no one could find fault with it, not even the American Air Force Colonel and future barbecue master Curtis, and the members of his flight formation.

"Okay, goodbye. We will remember your teachings." Curtis didn't force it. After all, He Songling was not an American. They both knew that they would not be together for too long.

"The best way you can remember me is to use more of the techniques I taught you during the barbecue and kill more of our enemies. Then I will be very grateful to you."

He Songling said goodbye to this colonel who would become his acquaintance in the Japanese country in the future. After all, he did not come to Europe to join the army.

"Xiao Wang, how are you? How do you feel?" During the time when He Songling came to the European battlefield to fight, he had always placed Wang Zizhong in the military camp as a military doctor.

Although war is cruel, objectively speaking, in the form of war, the lower limit of doctors will be rapidly improved. Young doctors are not facing regular training, but are sent to mountains of blood and mountains of corpses, broken limbs and arms as soon as they open their eyes. How can they not improve psychologically and technically?

The same is true for Wang Zizhong.

His attainments in traditional Chinese medicine were already quite good, and he was not far from the level of his master and father-in-law, but he was still just starting out in modern Western medicine. However, after this period of time as a military doctor on the battlefield, Wang Zizhong had clearly completed the "foundation" of modern medicine.

What he lacked now was only theoretical knowledge. According to He Songling's inference, he might be able to complete the undergraduate course within a year and successfully pass the examination to become a graduate student under a certain famous mentor.

Similarly, Wang Zizhong's traditional Chinese medicine methods also achieved many unexpected good results in the military camp, which made Wang Zizhong's name "Oriental Miracle Doctor" resound throughout the Allied camp.

"I have learned a lot. A doctor should still save lives and heal the wounded." Wang Zizhong is a very simple person. He has learned what he has learned and has gained insights. "Sir, I have secretly used the Qi-circulating methods you taught me a few times. This..."

He Songling had always told Wang Zizhong to learn the basics of medicine first, and when he could have his own opinions and even form his own system, he could start to integrate those miraculous Qi-activating methods into this medical system. Wang Zizhong was an honest child, and he used things that his teacher didn't allow him to use, and he always felt that it was a mistake.

"What are the results?" He Songling did not make any comment, but asked first.

"The effect is quite good. It has saved many lives. Some of them needed amputation. Although their limbs did not grow back, they were able to avoid infection and inflammation. For those who needed to have their entire leg amputated, sometimes just cutting off the calf or even the heel can save their lives." Wang Zizhong said in a low voice with his head down.

"Yeah, good. I feel proud. I think I have saved a life and done a great deed." He Songling's voice was calm, but Wang Zizhong felt more and more guilty.

As we all know, He Songling is a mentally ill person who always likes to say nonsense. When he says something normal without any emotional fluctuations, that is often when he is most abnormal.

This means he is angry.

"that……"

"Don't say that. Just answer my question." He Songling continued, "Do you feel a sense of accomplishment? Do you feel that your medical skills have not been learned in vain? Do you also feel that your medical skills have improved a lot and you can even fight the King of Hell for lives on the battlefield? Do you think you are now a qualified doctor, right?"

(End of this chapter)