Chapter 20: Three Fighter Jets

  Rumor has it that Long Xiao Tian escaped like this, and was about to leave immediately. Ma Da Hu Zi suddenly cried out loud and hugged Long Xiao Tian's leg, begging him to think of a way to escape as well. Long Xiao Tian looked down at Ma Da Hu Zi with disdain, kicked him back onto the grass mat, and said: "You're still thinking about eating and sleeping all day? Your brain is going to rot before you even think about crying out for your parents! You fool, you absolute fool! Besides, even if I could escape, do you think they would let me go alone? My delicate and tender little darlings are still in their hands!"

  Long Xiao hastily walked out of the tent, without even giving a second glance to his former companion. Meng Yao had agreed to help him, but said he needed to take him on a tour first, and who knows what kind of trickery this guy was up to. However, when they arrived at the destination, Meng Yao turned around with a sly smile, and Long Xiao's heart began racing: weren't these those bizarre, bird-like creatures?

  At this moment, the branches covering it were removed, and the cloth covering it was lifted. Even Long Xiao Tian could see its shining body, but he still couldn't recognize what it was.

  "Dragon Commander," Meng Yao said with a smile, placing his hand on his shoulder.

  Long Xiao Tian's eyes twitched at this title, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

  Meng Yao quickly pointed to the big guy beside him, "Do you know why I invited you to visit my secrets? Because I've always been curious about your name and your calmness." As he spoke, he suddenly stared tightly at Long Xiaotian's eyes and asked: "Now tell me, what's the story behind the three words 'Long Xiaotian'? Don't tell me you like to show off, looking at all the names of the leaders in Niutou Mountain, they're either 'hairy' or 'egg', so you want to stand out."

  "Moreover," Zhuge Dan added with a threatening tone, "daring to call yourself the Grand General also has its own merits."

  Meng Yao turned his head and glared at Zhuge Dan, snorting in disdain.

  Long Xiao Tian looked at the two of them and suddenly let out a sigh, closing his eyes as he said, "Not bad, I'm indeed not a real bandit, I was ordered to gather troops and horses here, lying in wait for orders."

  Meng Yao burst out laughing, "Since we're going undercover, why don't we change our names to something more like bandits?"

  Long Xiao opened his eyes and looked at Meng Yao, suddenly raising his head and saying, "This name was not given by my parents, but was bestowed upon me by a noble person. How could I dare to change it arbitrarily?"

  "Oh," Meng Yao said with a smile, "this noble person of yours, his name is Sun Wen, right?"

  Long Xiao Tian was taken aback, staring at Meng Yao with a look of astonishment. After a long while, he asked in a frightened tone: "Y-you, what kind of person are you?" As he spoke, he glanced at Zhuge Dun who was watching him with an intimidating gaze, and his face broke out in sweat. "Are you guys...?"

  Meng Yao waved his hand, with a completely artless expression. "None of them, so you don't have to waste your time guessing wildly."

  Long Xiao Tian still looked at Meng Yao with a suspicious face, suddenly remembering that day the entire Niutou Mountain was like snowfall, floating down one by one umbrella-like objects, and his heart suddenly felt a little relieved. As long as it wasn't the Yuan Party, no matter if it was heavenly soldiers or heavenly generals, or cow ghosts and snake gods, they wouldn't hinder Mr.'s great plan.

  "Do you know about airplanes, Brother Long?" At this time, Meng Yao suddenly changed his title again.

  Long Xiao Tian nodded quickly this time. On August 25, 1912, Feng Ru, the chief pilot of the Guangdong Revolutionary Government, personally piloted his own plane and took to the blue sky in Yantang, Guangzhou. At that moment, he was standing below as the plane soared into the air. Little did they know, Mr. Feng Ru, who had been praised by them, had left them for nearly ten years.

  Looking at Long Xiao Tian's gloomy face, Meng Yao's heart skipped a beat. He patted his shoulder and said, "You must have thought of someone you shouldn't forget, come, take another good look at this."

  Two men walked up to the big bird, Long Xiao Tian circled around it several times, finally half-believing and half-doubting stroking the cold body of the big bird, still a bit afraid to say anything. He had personally seen how Feng Ru made airplanes, and even heard Feng Ru tell him that an airplane flying in the sky relied on its propeller. This big bird was completely bald, let alone a propeller, it didn't even have double-layered wings, could it withstand such turmoil if it were an airplane?

  Jian Long exclaimed to the heavens without saying a word, Meng Yao smiled faintly: "Brother Long doesn't say anything and that's just right, now even I myself don't dare believe it, these airplanes are actually right in front of us. But in the end, I still can't help but say, this is an airplane."

  What Meng Yao said was right. That day, after coming down from Long Xiao Tian's camp, before he even had a chance to rest his head on the pillow, Niu Gang rushed in hastily and dragged him away without saying a word. When they arrived at the place where Niu Gang brought him, he found that he, like everyone else present, was suddenly petrified.

  A large Il military transport plane, two of our latest J-20 fighter jets that have not yet been put into service, were right in front of them.

  What's going on here?

  The three fighter pilots were also frightened by this strange event of reversing time and space, they clearly saw that Meng Yao and the others were their own people, but for some reason they refused to get off the plane. If it weren't for the fact that the planes were completely stuck in the rugged mountain ridges, they would have probably taken off again without hesitation.

  Meng Yao's first reaction was to order all the soldiers to immediately surround the area within 500 meters of the planes and seal off the perimeter. He himself, disregarding the danger, circled around the three planes' landing gear, checking again and again until he confirmed it was safe. Only then did he realize that he was already drenched from head to toe. Fortunately, when the three planes flew over, although they were on a steep mountain ridge, they happened to be in the only flat area of the ridge. As he stared at the planes, he silently cheered in his heart: "What a close call! If they had flown two feet higher, those two valuable J-20s would have been reduced to ashes."

  He didn't realize he was trembling violently until he finished smoking a cigarette, and finally Zhuge Dun had to hold him around the waist to lift him up before he could stand again.

  Heaven has suddenly given him such a big gift again. Could it be that Meng Yao is really going to shake the world this time?

  Can't help but say, with this treasure, his confidence suddenly doubled. The heavens are really treating him well, even the pilots were sent together. You know, although he is in a top-notch army, it's still an air force elite, but J-20s are not common, usually the best escort for missions is just J-10. So without pilots, even with J-20, it would be futile.

  It seems that these three fighter jets are not participating units, but have another mystery. It is estimated that they are three escort planes, executing some special tasks, and accidentally thrown here by the old sky god. Fortunately, they were also thrown here two days in advance. If it were somewhere else, buying cakes would be unthinkable.

  Now, that ultra-lightweight reconnaissance helicopter, which was once treasured as a precious thing, had become insignificant in his eyes.

  After calming down a bit, Meng Yao looked at Niu Gang who was lying on the cockpit in a daze and furrowed his brow. He called over Zhou Fangyu and several other beautiful female soldiers. As he had expected, as soon as Zhou Fangyu and the other girls arrived, they easily coaxed all the pilots out of their planes.

  Meng Yao was then stunned by what happened next.

  Seven pilots flew out in a row, and with these seven pilots came an expert team of three people, as well as eighteen armed and vigilant warriors. Meng Yao took one glance and knew they were not ordinary people, but absolutely top-notch special forces members. The aura emanating from their bodies was far superior to that of ordinary assault troops. These people are also priceless treasures.

  One of them looked like he was in charge of operations, and even the captain of the team was deferential to him.

  Meng Yao, of course, knew the military regulations. When this self-proclaimed "high-ranking officer" didn't even report his number or position, but instead stared at the shoulder insignia on Meng's uniform and directly ordered him not to move anyone from his squadron, not even allowing them to ask questions, Meng didn't show a hint of anger. On the contrary, he immediately gave a standard military salute and with great respect escorted them back to the temporary camp.

  Looking at the furious faces of the assault camp soldiers, Meng Yao couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Grandma's, they're all a group of soldiers who can't hide their true nature. Who's in charge here? Of course, I'm in charge. Whoever buys cakes, no matter what their background is, once they arrive here, they have to follow the rules here.

  Now, the 28 people from the high school are listlessly cooped up in their barracks, frowning all day. Meng Yao only exchanges a brief and insipid greeting with them every day, and then ignores them completely. Since they think they're superior to him, let them sulk on their own for now. Actually, this is just fine; otherwise, he'd really feel embarrassed about leaving them hanging like this. After all, they're all people who have been toyed with by fate, and they're all part of the same military unit, having crossed over together - it's just like that saying: "Together we attend school, together we chase girls, together we fight battles" - this bond is not ordinary at all.

  But Long Xiao Tian, how would he know about these twists and turns. Even if he knew, he would also need to have the guts and intelligence to believe it's not true.

  Looking at Meng Yao's unreservedly excited face, Long Xiang Tian was somewhat unsure of how to extricate himself. Now that he had been let in on such a huge secret, it was clear that he wasn't going to be let off easily. This logic, probably except for that idiot Ma Da Hu Zi, even a three-year-old child would understand.

  The two of them finished smoking a cigarette each, with ulterior motives. Meng Yao trampled the cigarette butt on the ground, reached out and grasped Long Xiao Tian's hand, saying: "Alright, Brother Long, aren't you heading to Yang Wei Town? Let's part ways here."

  This handshake is a dragon's roar, the gentleman likes it this way. However, what's wrong with Mr. Meng in front of him? Is he going to let himself go? He pinched Meng Yao's hand and asked incredulously: "Mr. Meng, are you really going to let me go? And these treasures of yours, aren't you afraid that I'll run away and reveal your secrets?"

  Meng Yao let go of his hand, smiled and said, "You won't run away. As a party member with revolutionary ideals and mission, I reckon even if I wanted to drive you away now, it wouldn't be as easy as I wish."

  Revolutionary party member, ideal? Long Xiao Tian stared at Meng Yao with a confident expression, wondering if he had misheard, this Meng who always looked like a carefree and smiling face, how could his words be as profound as Mr.'s, even the tone was the same, full of freshness, was he also sent by Mr.?

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