Chapter 4: American Maniac (Revised)
Mike. Lang smiled, nodded and said, "Yes, I believe, can you lend me your helmet to see?" β
Tang Yunyang reached out and picked up his helmet and handed it to Mike. Lang's hands.
This is a fiberglass spring and autumn helmet for motorcycles.
Tang Yunyang couldn't afford a special helmet at all, so he had to use this instead. The goggles above are military products purchased online, which seem to us modern people to be worthless. It didn't look like that in Lang's eyes.
The helmet looked extremely sturdy, with a soft cotton pad inside, a connection strap of unknown texture, and a lock of unknown material.
"Very delicate helmet, I'm sure you're from the future, especially your gliding delta wing, I've never seen it before."
Tang Yunyang was satisfied with the receptivity of this "banana man" and said proudly: "Of course you haven't seen it, this game was not invented by the Americans until 1948. Oh, by the way, I forgot to ask, it's World War I, what time is it? β
Mike. Lang was surprised, his eyes widened and he asked, "World War I?" Is there a second world war? β
Tang Yunyang shook his head: "I don't know, it's hard to say whether there will be one now, the history I know is now all unknown." β
"Oh, it's September 8, 1915......"
"September 1915...... It was exactly when the "Falk disaster" began! β
"The Falk disaster?" Mike. Lang had apparently not heard the word.
"It refers to the fact that the aircraft on the side of the Entente did not have a firing coordinator to pass bullets through the propellers, and that they could only use poorly maneuverable propulsion fighters, or that in the future machine guns would be mounted on the upper wings, or that the propellers would be protected by wedge-shaped steel plates, but these were not the fundamental solutions to the problem! It wasn't until later that the firing coordinator was copied to finally gain air supremacy!"
"You mean that this war will end in a victory for the Allies (Germany and Austria), it's unbelievable!"
Tang Yunyang shook his head, a little impatient.
"I've told you, that's unknown. In the world where I came, the history is that the Entente (Britain, France, the United States, Japan, and China) won a great victory, and finally signed an armistice in the forest of CompiΓ¨gne in France! But now, I'm here, and who knows what's going to happen in the future! β
Mike. Lang took a few more puffs of his cigarette and then asked: "Shooting coordinator, this is what the German planes relied on to make their machine gun bullets pass through the propellers?" Knocked us down like flies! β
"Yes, the historical Falk catastrophe occurred precisely because of the creation of this firing coordinator!"
Mike. When Lang heard the news, he was obviously quite happy: "You're from a hundred years later, then you're going to make that damn thing!" β
Tang Yunyang shrugged: "I know the principle, I can't say whether I will make it." You Americans...... Hey, no, is this the United States not at war? How do you ......" Tang Yunyang remembered the movie "Air Combat Heroes" he had watched...... Are you an American volunteer with Lafitte Squad? β
"yes, what's so strange about this, oh, by the way, I haven't asked you what your name is, and you just said Baoji, where are you from?"
"Who am I? I am from Xi'an, and my name is Tang Yunyang. β
"It's a pleasure to meet you, my hometown is also in Xi'an, we are fellow villagers!" Mike. Lang stretched out his hand and shook his hand with Tang Yunqi, and then said, "So, what are your plans?" β
Inexplicably came to this time and space, and inexplicably arrived in France in World War I, and there was no choice, Tang Yunyang said depressedly: "The foreign army may be a good choice......
Mike. Lang raised his head and said, "Foreign Legion?!" The place where they carry out their missions is usually the place where the most casualties are met, and it is said that the survival period of joining the foreign legion is 6 to 10 weeks, and if you think about it, you will not see the end of the war when you join the foreign legion. β
Tang Yunyang smiled slightly, he clearly remembered the survival period of a Lafitte squad pilot mentioned in "Air Combat Heroes".
"So, what about you? Is it longer than 3 to 6 weeks to survive? β
"Haha......!" Mike. Lang actually laughed out loud: "I think I can live at least three more months!" Or maybe foreign mercenaries aren't your best bet? β
Listen to the future for yourself, Mike. When Lang seemed to have some other plans, Tang Yunyang asked in his heart: "Do you have any good suggestions, let's listen to them!" β
"You know, maybe we can work together."
"Cooperation, cooperation with what?"
Mike. Lang's eyes flashed with a glint and said: "We can cooperate in the production of machine gun interrupters, but sell them to aircraft manufacturers, and you must be very clear about the weapons in the future, then we can make a fortune!" β
Tang Yunyang for Mike. Lang's "innocence" shook his head: "What are you kidding?" What do you have in terms of venues, funds, and manpower? And I don't even have a nationality, this thing is too whimsical! β
"Oh! You, like my father, always think too much, and ask me to say that everything can be done, as long as we think of something! β
Tang Yunyang didn't want to think much about his "crazy" thoughts, and began to think in his heart that if he could find the registration office for French foreign mercenaries tomorrow, now that the country was in the midst of a world war, it was estimated that there should be no problem!
Mike. Lang was quite dissatisfied with Tang Yunyang's reaction, his eyes showed crazy energy, seeing that he was from Xiaochang in the United States, and his way of thinking was already very American.
"Or, I should give you an identity first!"
"Identity?! I think we're going to have to get out of here first, and the devil knows what's going to happen on the battlefield! β
Mike immersed in the dream of making a fortune. Lang shrugged his shoulders indispensably, but how to make a fortune seemed to be more important to him than danger in the line of fire.
"Yes, we have to get out of here first, but don't tell anyone about your arrival in a hundred years, that might delay our plans to get rich!"
Tang Yunyang looked at the bonfire and couldn't make up his mind about where to go tomorrow. Lang's admonition reminded him to think vaguely in his heart: "Nonsense, why should I tell others!" β
One night, under the red flickering light of the campfire, and the conversation between the two young men became more and more familiar, the unexpected happened.
"Uh......h Woo......"
A muffled sound of engines pierced the silence of the field at dawn, and the startled birds in the woods flew into the sky in a daze.
Tang Yunyang and Mike. Lang was awakened by the voice, and the two couldn't help but look at each other in the pre-dawn darkness.
"Didn't you say this is behind the battle line?"