It turned out that the six naval pilots of the 138th Air Squadron, which belonged to the US Navy, actually refused to deliver their landlines.

The reason is that Chinese pilots cannot fly this latest federal fighter jet. As soldiers, they cannot allow federal weapons to be damaged, and as citizens, they cannot watch the taxpayer's money be wasted.

Of course, this is just their remarks to Major Soros, the supreme commander of the military that flew to China. As for the liaison officers sent by China, the arrogant American pilots had no birds at all.

Now, they formed a line of defense in the hangar with the self-defense pistols they wore, and refused to get any Chinese personnel.

"Let's go! Go with me! I want to see how awesome the defense lines of these Americans are. As long as they are on land, there is no defense line that cannot be broken, especially those of foreigners." Tang Dao frowned and thought for a moment, then waved his hands to the six pilots to signal them to follow.

Pang Zilong, not far from Tang Dao, showed a fighting spirit in his eyes, and took off the rifle hanging on his shoulder and held it in his hand.

If you don’t agree, you will do it. This has always been the tradition of the Four-League Group. As long as the leader of the group talks, no matter what Japanese Americans are, he will do it.

"Captain Tang, don't be impulsive. I said on the top, I would rather not have these 6 planes than offend these Americans. The superiors still expect the Americans to give us military aid." The major liaison officer sent by the Air Force Command was almost scared by Tang Dao's actions.

The Tang regiment was decisive in killing and fighting. The photos of several Japanese soldiers killed with a rifle in a row before the Sihang Warehouse are still pressed on the desk of the Air Force Major. This time, he acted as an air force liaison officer and the Air Force Major took the initiative to apply, just to see his idol.

But I knew that the idol was still the same idol. When I was dissatisfied, I would do it. And the good guy had his guns revealed.

However, this American people really can't do it! Before leaving, the Air Force Commander told everyone that everything is based on the will of the Americans. He would rather not have these six fighter jets than offend the Americans. The headquarters even approved $1,000 for this, and Major Soros collected it all, but he never thought that something would go wrong with a group of pilots.

"Don't worry, I just want to talk to them about the democracy of the United States and the humanities of our East. Conflicts in ideas are not scary. We Eastern people have always achieved a balance that both parties can accept through negotiation and compromise." Tang Dao replied lightly.

"What I hate most is to use force to solve all problems. That's really a reckless behavior."

"What Commander Tang said is right! Let's talk carefully and they will give in." The Air Force Major nodded quickly.

Shen Chonghai: Chief Tang is slightly different from two years ago. Is this the legendary maturity?

Zhang Dafei: It is indeed worthy of being the heroic leader, and his ability to deal with crises is first-class, especially the demeanor of this general, which is really heartbreaking!

Others: I can only go and have a look first, but it is probably difficult for the American arrogance!

Mingxin, Pang Zilong: Can the leader of the regiment speak his fists so fresh and refined? I can guarantee that the leader who is in a bad mood and is angry will definitely beat the disobedient foreigners all over the ground for teeth.

The group went straight to the heavily guarded hangar!

Six American pilots were wearing pilot suits, standing upright in front of the hangar, watching Tang Dao and his group approaching coldly.

"Tell them that their previous reasons are not valid. First of all, we have purchased these six wildcat fighters several times higher than the market price. How to use them is already a business for our country. In addition, they are now wearing military uniforms and are soldiers, and soldiers should take obeying orders as their duty.

I am Colonel Tang Dao, who is responsible for receiving fighter jets in China. If you have any questions, you can tell me directly.” Tang Dao said to the translator who accompanied the team.

After listening to the translator, a burly air force lieutenant with deep eyebrows and brown hair walked out of the queue and stood two meters away from Tang Dao, and spoke English with disdain.

"Captain Tang, this lieutenant named Robert Scott asked me to tell you, does China have no air force? He actually sent an army colonel to receive the fighter jets. Of course, they can accept the superiors' military orders to deliver the fighter jets, but the premise is that the Chinese have the ability to drive the fighter jets into the blue sky, otherwise, they have the right to refuse to hand over the crystallization of human technology to a group..." The translation was a weak translation, but when the last word was a sweat on his forehead. As long as he was not a fool, he knew that it was definitely not a good word.

"Haha! Isn't it just a fool? It's not that difficult to say." Tang Dao smiled slightly.

Turning his head to look at the American Air Force lieutenant who is several centimeters taller than himself. Tang Dao no longer borrows the translation and says in a skillful English: "There is a general in Europe who is a normal person, but I always agree with what he says. He said: Fools like to talk about wisdom, while hypocrites like to talk about virtue! Lieutenant Scott, if your mind is not filled with muscles, I don't want to hear similar things again. Because I am afraid that I will accidentally stuff your head into the toilet."

A group of American pilots looked at the extremely powerful Chinese Army colonel in amazement.

It’s not that the Army Colonel has fluent English, but that this Army Colonel, who is not inferior to them, is really too strong, and he looks like he wants to fight.

These American pilots didn't know that this was Lieutenant Robert Scott, who participated in the Flying Tigers and became the ace pilot over Myanmar. If it were someone else, he might have been stuffed into the toilet now, not just a verbal warning.

The so-called powerful colonel in their eyes was extremely restrained when he was in a very bad mood.

"I protest, do you Chinese treat your friends who are here to help you?" Lieutenant Scott stayed for a few seconds before he realized that he was blushing and yelled at the contact officer of the Chinese major.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Unfortunately, he spoke in English. The Chinese Air Force Major didn’t know what he was saying at all, nor did he know what Tang Tuanzhao said just now.

But he also knew from the excited expression of the US Air Force lieutenant, that what Tang Regiment said just now was probably not good things, and he was about to advise Tang Dao not to forget his original intention. Didn’t he agree to negotiate and compromise?

But Tang Dao waved his hand slightly, and a pressure blocked all the words he had not yet said.

"What? I just warned me a little, and Lieutenant Scott couldn't stand it anymore. Why didn't you consider other people's feelings when you scolded a fool? There is an old saying in China: People who insult others always humiliate them! Maybe, I can help you make up for this lesson you didn't learn at West Point Military Academy!" Tang Dao looked at the Lieutenant of the US Air Force with a sarcastic expression.

"I can apologize for what I just said, but I'm sorry, my instructor told me that the weak are not qualified." Lieutenant Scott, who was blocked by Tang Dao for a long time, snorted coldly.

"The so-called strength is not what you say, but it depends on this!" Tang Dao stretched out his fist. "Many Japanese people have also said this to me, but now they have all gone to see their Amaterasu, and I have sent it away."

"Oh! God! Before I came to China, they all said how mysterious this ancient oriental country was, but I hadn't discovered the mystery yet, but I found a secret." Lieutenant Scott was angry at Tang Dao's arrogant look and shrugged at Tang Dao. "It turns out that you Chinese all grew up by bragging."

Several American pilots burst into laughter!

"Haha! Just try it if you are bragging." Tang Dao also smiled, and then his voice turned cold.

"I am the Army, you are the Air Force, and I won't bully you. On the ground, I'll have one, you 6 of you come together. If you feel it's not enough, call all the members of your air force. I'll wait for you here to let you see what Chinese Kung Fu is.

If you don't dare, get out of here. We paid for these 6 wildcat fighters to your military headquarters and guarded other people's property at other people's homes. What is this called a robber! For the sake of your journey, I will only give you this opportunity."

Among the Chinese pilots, who have been trained in the United States for more than a year, still know some English. Seeing Tang Dao raise a challenge with great domineeringness, and scolding a few arrogant American pilots like he was scolding his grandson, he was completely shocked.

Not only is Tang Dao's current behavior not related to the negotiation and compromise that he said before, but it is also because of Tang Dao's current spirit. He knows that the pride that American pilots are engraved in their bones, life and dignity are their two most important items, and Tang Dao is completely stepping on one of the bottom lines.

"Damn it! We just don't want the precious technology to be thrown into a foreign country by those shameless senior executives, so we want to set up an assessment, but since you say that, I will satisfy your wish first." The lieutenant of the US Air Force was angry at Tang Dao, who was even more arrogant than him.

"I am alone without the help of my friend. But I still want to declare that even if you beat me, I will not get out of the way. Unless someone can drive the Wildcat carrier-based aircraft into the sky within half an hour, but sorry, we will not provide the flight manual!"

"Okay! I promise you, if even the fighter planes can't be driven into the sky, what's the use of us if we want a fighter plane? Where can we put it?" Tang Dao nodded.

Seeing Tang Dao agreeing, the American pilot led by Lieutenant Scott turned into a horizontal line to a column and left the door of the hangar, and led Tang Dao and his group to the hangar.

"Sir, Americans are tall, big and strong, and they especially like boxing. The rules of that thing are both troublesome. I have learned it in the United States, why don't I go to it?" Zhang Dafei came to Tang Dao worriedly and whispered.

"Yes! Dafei is OK. Although he is not tall, his pace is very flexible. He is the top of the flight brigade in all kinds of training." An air force captain who is about the same age as Tang Dao also whispered.

The air force liaison officer on the side looked even more bitter. For him, the Tang sword was broken by the Americans, and his cliff could not fall well. It would be a shame for the Chinese soldiers to spread. However, if the Americans were broken, he would be even more unlucky.

If I had known that this job was so difficult, I wouldn't have paid him any more money!

"There is a ball for a tall man and a big horse. What kind of boxing is not a boxing machine? The leader of the team can kill him in seconds if he asks him to punch and two legs." Pang Zilong said in a whisper.

OK, it would be fine if Tang Tuanzu was confident and domineering, but the little bull was crying for the heifer - he was so awesome.

"Don't worry, I have my own sense of responsibility!" Tang Dao didn't explain much and stepped into the spacious hangar.

The hangars are built inside the mountain, and are at least equivalent to two basketball courts in size. There are about 3 wild cats left inside, and there is still a lot of space.

"Sir Colonel, since you can speak English, you should be familiar with this!" Lieutenant Scott took out a boxing glove from his backpack and shook it at the Tang sword.

"I can do whatever I want, but I'll be beaten and cry later, don't protest again." Tang Dao smiled faintly.

"This is a private contest. I won. Mr. Colonel, please take back what you said before. If I lose, then I apologize for my previous words. But I have to remind you that I am the champion of the Pacific 1st Fleet boxing tournament." Scott's tone at this time was much more polite than before, and the frankness and seriousness of the Westerners were undoubtedly revealed.

Although he has not recognized Tang Dao's strength, the temperament shown by Tang Dao has quietly changed the perception of these arrogant American pilots towards him.

In the Western cognition, the person who is smiling may not be weak, but he will definitely not be strong enough!

"Okay!" Tang Dao nodded.

After taking the boxing gloves thrown by the Air Force lieutenant, Tang Dao took off his military uniform and wore a white shirt. Later, he took a few quick slip tests.

Tang Dao has also practiced boxing. He wanted to get familiar with it so that he would not move his legs accidentally. It would be really bad if the rest of the group kicked the future Flying Tigers ace pilot stupid.

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Just Tang Dao's slippery steps as fast as a shadow, they knew that the Chinese colonel in front of them was definitely a boxing master.

Perhaps only Lieutenant Scott, who took off his upper pilot suit and exposed his strong muscles and a thick chest hair, was not afraid.

What's the use of being fast? Before becoming a pilot, he was a professional boxer, with a punch of up to 300 kilograms, and even a bull could be knocked out.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Colonel is so proficient in boxing, so I will beat you even more. But I want to remind you that this is not a boxing ring, and there is no time to stop. If you are not physically strong, you can admit defeat to avoid being hit by my uppercut. It will hurt a lot. Maybe you can't keep your teeth!" Lieutenant Scott walked to Tang Dao and said seriously.

"For your sake, Lieutenant, I can also tell you that my fist is faster than my feet!" Tang Dao smiled slightly and raised his fist at Lieutenant Scott.

The two of them gently touched their fists, and then took a few steps back.

Lieutenant Scott protected his face with two fists, bowed slightly to protect his ribs with his elbows, and slowly approached Tang Dao.

Tang Dao was different, so his arms sag naturally and swung gently as his feet slid back and forth, which was much easier than his opponent in terms of posture.

But even the Air Force major who doesn't know how to fight knows that without using legs, the American Air Force lieutenant punches is definitely much faster than the Tang Dao.

Sure enough, Lieutenant Scott punched first.

Westerners have longer arm spans than Easterners. Originally, Lieutenant Scott was a few centimeters taller than Tang Dao, so the length of these arms was naturally much longer than Tang Dao.

As the saying goes, one inch long and one inch stronger. Lieutenant Scott is to use the length of his arms to test first in the form of a jab.

Once he tests the movement speed of Tang Dao and the upper arm strength transmitted from the boxing gloves, he can formulate new tactics, whether to directly KO the opponent by war of attrition or attack.

This is definitely a tactic that only mature boxers will use, rather than amateur voters who rely solely on physical fitness.

And even though it is a direct-strike jab, its fist strength is more than 100 kilograms, ordinary people will basically feel dizzy when they are hit.

After five consecutive punches, Tang Dao avoided them, and he retreated nearly three meters. He saw that he was only one or two meters away from the wall. He was about to hit the wall if he retreated again.

Several Chinese pilots' hearts were in their throats.

Lieutenant Scott obviously saw this situation, and stepped forward two consecutive steps, still making a straight punch. He was waiting for Tang Dao to block the punch.

Because if you don’t block it, you have to retreat. If you retreat again, you will lose all your space and you will have to be passively beaten.

Sure enough, Tang Dao raised his right hand and slapped it, blocking the straight punch of his right hand.

It was over, and the corners of Lieutenant Scott's mouth arched slightly.

Except for his opponents, few people know that he is actually a left-handed, and his left fist is twenty percent greater than his right hand.

With a side uppercut, he went straight to Tang Dao's jaw without any protection.

If nothing unexpected happens, this Chinese Army colonel, who is already a master, will fly at least six teeth and faint for at least 2 hours!

This is the answer calculated in the flash of the lightning in Lieutenant Scott, who has not yet made all his efforts.
Chapter completed!