I asked you to escape, but you became a soldier in World War II

Chapter 138 Eastern Kung Fu
Major General Richard was very efficient and returned after only about half an hour.

"Mr. Lin Chen, you win. I have negotiated for you. Your new identity is the rank of lieutenant in the 1st Bomber Wing of the 8th Air Force of the United States. Alekhine is a corporal, and he will serve as your orderly."

"What about flying?" This is what Lin Chen is most concerned about.

"Don't worry, I've got it done. Tomorrow I'll send someone to take you to the 1st Bomber Wing headquarters, and you can go find Major Carl to arrange your study and training. I've negotiated with them repeatedly and given you a week to study. Whether you can learn it depends on your own ability." Richard obviously felt that Lin Chen would not be able to learn it anyway, so it didn't matter if he took a few more or less days.

"Okay, I hope my orderly can attend an English cram school. You know, his English is really terrible." Lin Chen did not forget to help Alekhine to recharge and study.

"That's easy. I'll arrange it right away. Right now we are only short of pilots in the UK, and we have almost everything else." Richard was telling the truth. Although Britain had received full support from the US Eighth Air Force and possessed the world's largest long-range aviation force with more than 4000 aircraft alone, it was in great shortage of pilots due to losses in air combat.

When Lin Chen arrived at the 1st Bomber Wing base with the certificate issued by Richard, he was stunned by the magnificent scene before him.

Hundreds of B-17 bombers were neatly lined up on the airport apron. Some of them were undergoing intense takeoff and landing. It was unclear whether they were going out to carry out missions or conducting daily training.

The thought that I might be able to drive such a big thing in the future does make me excited.

But when Lin Chen asked about Major Carl and explained that he wanted to learn flying from him, everyone looked at him like a fool.
What happened? Did Major Karl get killed?
Fortunately, the other party saw that Lin Chen was a lieutenant officer, so he did not dare to be too presumptuous and answered directly, "Colonel Karl is the captain of the third squadron in the regiment. He is out on a mission."

"Do you know when he will be back?"

“I don’t know.” The officer on duty was not very fond of a rookie commander like Lin Chen, even though Lin Chen’s military rank was higher than his.

Lin Chen had no choice but to follow his instructions and go to an officers' bar to wait.

At this moment, Lin Chen was wearing the light gray uniform of the U.S. Air Force with a long silver strip on the left collar. The military rank system in the United States is somewhat different from that of other countries. Fortunately, Lin Chen had already memorized it.

Since it was daytime and the Air Force had a heavy workload, there were not many people in the bar. Lin Chen ordered a glass of orange juice, then picked up an American newspaper from the newspaper rack next to him and started reading.

The US military pays close attention to current affairs, so even though it is far away in England, the newspaper here is actually the Times of the day.

Since it was wartime, the newspapers were basically filled with news about World War II, and the front-page headlines were about the US military in the Pacific.

The US military has landed on Bougainville Island and almost occupied the entire island after fierce fighting. The remaining Japanese troops are still fighting a desperate battle.

The victory of the Bougainville Landing Battle established a nearby base for the US military to further seize Rabaul, the Japanese defense center in the southwest Pacific.

Lin Chen smiled knowingly. The Mariana "Turkey Hunt" campaign was not far away, and the Japanese Combined Fleet was about to face another round of disastrous defeat.

"Huh? Why is there a Chinese officer here?"

"I don't know, he's actually a captain?"

At this time, two officers came in with a group of people. Their pilot leather jackets were stained with blood, and it was obvious that they had experienced a big battle.

Lin Chen was full of respect for such soldiers. At this time, air raids on the German mainland meant that life and death were uncertain, so these pilots did not take a shower after surviving and returning, but came here directly to drink some wine, which could be considered a form of venting.

The U.S. military generally allows returning pilots to drink alcohol, unless there is an emergency, such as requiring the pilot to set out again after a while.

Seeing that Lin Chen ignored them, instead of restraining themselves, they felt that Lin Chen looked down on them.

"Why didn't you go to the war?"

"Yeah, I don't think I've ever seen you before!"

Others did not dare to say much because Lin Chen was a lieutenant and in the U.S. military, the concept of superiors and subordinates is very strong.

The ones who challenged Lin Chen were Captain Anderson of the "Prehistoric Giant" and Captain Will of the "Old Woman" of the Third Squadron. Both of them had the rank of lieutenant.

While carrying out a bombing mission early this morning, the Third Squadron suffered heavy losses, with twelve of the more than thirty bombers being shot down, so the two men were in a very irritable mood at the moment.

"I'm new here. Everyone has a first time, right?" Lin Chen didn't want to lie.

"SHIT, you're a rookie? A rookie pilot is also a lieutenant? This is really unfair."

"Yeah, Anderson, we have experienced life and death many times before we were promoted to lieutenant. This guy has never performed a bombing mission, and he is also a lieutenant?"

The two men's persistence made the other soldiers also feel disgusted with Lin Chen.

There are indeed military rules regarding superiors and subordinates in the military, but the strong are more respected.

"So what do you two want to do?" Lin Chen said with a joking look on his face. He knew that these two young men were going to confront him today, and that giving in blindly would only make people think that he was weak and could be bullied.

Westerners think differently from Easterners. They prefer to solve problems with fists, and the truth is often on the side with the bigger fist.

As expected, Anderson shouted, "I want to fight you! I'm going to teach you a lesson with my fists!"

"it is good!"

Will and the other officers and soldiers cheered. Dueling in the military was strictly prohibited, but they could go to a fighting club, wear protective gear on the fighting ring, and have a proper "competition".

"No problem." Lin Chen replied calmly. Since they were itchy, he didn't mind giving them a "massage".

"If you lose, you are not allowed to tell tales to Major Carl, and you will be responsible for cleaning the toilets for a week." This is an extremely insulting bet. After all, Lin Chen is an officer. In principle, he no longer needs to clean the toilets. If Lin Chen really goes, it will probably become a major scandal in the military and a major stain in his life.

"Okay, no problem!" Lin Chen agreed without thinking.

At this time, more and more officers and soldiers began to gather in the bar. Seeing this scene, they began to make a fuss and clamored to go watch the game together.

"Wait!" Lin Chen suddenly stopped Anderson and others who were about to leave.

"What? Are you going to go back on your word?" Anderson was a black officer. He showed his white teeth and thought to himself, this guy must be scared!

"How could I regret it? I just don't understand what the stakes are if you lose?" Lin Chen's words caused everyone to laugh.

Will smiled jokingly, "You may not know that before Anderson joined the fight, he was the U.S. middleweight boxing national champion and had an impressive record of 59 wins and 3 losses in his career."

“Hasn’t that also meant losing three games?” Lin Chen didn’t give him any face. Since they were going to fight anyway, why bother about this?
"Okay, tell me, what kind of bet do you want me to take?" Anderson was enraged. He had originally thought that since they were all at the same level, he could just give the other party a proper lesson. But now it seemed that he had to beat the other party until he couldn't get up.

"I haven't thought about it yet. Let's talk about it later. I think you are an officer and you won't default on your debt!"

"Okay, let's go!" Anderson didn't care at all about what bet Lin Chen wanted to propose, because he believed that he would never lose.

The fighting gym of the 1st Bomber Wing of the U.S. Eighth Air Force suddenly became lively, and pilots from other squadrons who had no missions came to watch the fun.

Some people even placed bets crazily, and the odds were obviously one-sided. The odds for Lin Chen to win were as high as 1 to 200, which means that if you bet on Lin Chen, if he wins in the end, you can get 1 dollars by betting 200 dollar. This is definitely a sky-high odds.

But there was no fool to bet on Lin Chen. Oh, no, there was one person, and that was Lin Chen himself. He put all his money into betting on himself to win. Although it was only 300 US dollars, if he won, he would become a rich man in the army.

Of course, his behavior seemed absolutely crazy to others.

After putting on his protective gear, Anderson jumped onto the fighting ring first. He yelled wildly, venting his disgust for war and disdain for death. Others also started yelling, they really needed an outlet.

Being threatened with death for a long time is almost driving me crazy.

Then Lin Chen jumped onto the fighting stage with a relaxed look on his face, not even bothering to take off his flight jacket.

"Where are your protective gear?" Anderson asked puzzled.

"No, it should be over soon."

As soon as Lin Chen's words came out, the scene fell into deathly silence, followed by a burst of laughter.

"Haha, this guy must be desperate and giving up on himself!"

"Yes, he was counting on Anderson to knock him out with one punch and then let him go."

"Yes, the poor fellow."

There was a lot of discussion at the scene, but without exception, everyone thought that Lin Chen must have given up. But even if he wore protective gear, what would it matter? Wouldn't he still be abused by Anderson?

"Can we start? I have things to do and I'm in a hurry." Lin Chen looked at his watch and it was already late.

American officers are treated very well and are given an A-11 military-standard watch, which is a symbol of status.

"SHIT, I'll make you beg for mercy later!" Anderson glanced at the referee, and his meaning was very clear: if the opponent refused to wear protective gear, then there was no need for him to care about his life or death.

The referee was actually a non-commissioned officer in the army. He did not dare to offend either side, but he still looked at Lin Chen with a sympathetic expression.
"Are you ready?"

After getting confirmation from both parties, he shouted, "GO!"

The fight has officially begun, because it is a private duel. Both sides do not use weapons and there are no restrictions on moves and routines, until one side calls a stop, or is knocked down and unable to get up after ten seconds, or is knocked out of the ring.

Anderson was a ruthless man who didn't talk much. He used his huge body to force Lin Chen forward, trying to compress his space for maneuver, and then solved the problem with a heavy punch.

Unexpectedly, Lin Chen did not fight him head-on. He used abnormal dodging speed (in fact, he had slowed down appropriately) from the beginning. Anderson punched him several times in a row, but did not even touch a hair of Lin Chen.

"Are you going to be a monkey? You'll never be able to beat me if you just dodge!" Anderson found that he could not keep up with Lin Chen's speed at all, so he came up with a plan to use provocation to force Lin Chen to fight him.

Lin Chen smiled slightly. Are we Chinese using this kind of trick that we have used so much?

He dodged just now not because he was really afraid of the opponent. Even if he fought hard, his current combat index was far above Anderson's. But if he won like this, in public, I'm afraid the US military would not only not let him fly a plane, but would instead treat him as a monster and capture him for research.

So he needs to find Anderson's weakness, win by clever tricks, and let others feel the magical "Oriental Kung Fu".

Now is the opportunity!

After dodging several times, he found that every time Anderson threw a punch, the lower part of his arm would be wide open!

Therefore, when Anderson punched again, he decisively increased his speed to the extreme, concentrated all his strength on one point, and attacked Anderson's armpit before everyone could see what was going on.

The precise and fierce blow made Anderson retreat several steps back. When he wanted to attack again, he was surprised to find that he could not lift his arms.

Is this a dislocation? Oh my god, what is going on?

"Anderson, beat him up! What's wrong with you?"

Will in the audience was still cheering him on, but Anderson was already in tears. His arm was dislocated, so how could he continue fighting?
"Surrender! You are no match for me!" Lin Chen did not want to hurt these air force warriors. They were already heroes just because they could come back from the mission of bombing Germany!

And heroes should be treated as they deserve.

"Asshole! I'm going to kill you!"

Anderson was furious, he had never encountered such an embarrassing thing before. He ran over and wanted to punch with his left hand, but Lin Chen still used the same move, and Anderson's left arm dropped down.

Now, the whole audience fell into complete silence. With both arms dislocated, even the God of War couldn't win.

Especially when Anderson said to the dumbfounded referee, "I'm out."

The whole audience was stunned. What did they witness? They witnessed that the oriental boy, who should have been beaten up, defeated Anderson, who was known as the strongest in the Third Air Squadron, with just two moves!
"Clap clap clap!"

Suddenly someone started clapping, and then everyone started clapping, including Will and his teammates who had already lost badly.

American soldiers admire the strong, especially such a powerful opponent. They didn't even see Lin Chen's moves clearly, and Anderson had already admitted defeat. Is this the legendary mysterious "Oriental Kung Fu"?
(End of this chapter)