Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 898 White Wind
Like a falling feather, [Tianjiang IV] began to descend without power.

The rocket interceptor, which has run out of fuel and ammunition, is very light and has considerable gliding potential. However, considering its high-speed performance, the interceptor uses a delta wing layout and cannot obtain sufficient lift at high altitudes through gliding speed.

By trading high speed for speed, [Tianjiang IV] descended to an altitude of 2000 meters in a short period of time and gained sufficient maneuverability.

Above was the sky full of colorful clouds, below was the deep blue Bohai Sea, and there was no land in sight.

He made a rough calculation and concluded that he might not be able to return to land and could only land on the sea.

But it was not a big problem. After the fuel was released, the aircraft had sufficient "buoyancy reserve", so he just had to wait for someone to come and rescue him.

Manually lowering the generator, he began charging the battery, and prepared to send a distress signal according to the procedure.

A gliding plane does not require much maneuvering, so during the time he was waiting to charge, he had a rare moment of leisure.

The engine had been shut down long ago, leaving only the faint sound of the wind, the hum of the fan-driven generator, and his own breathing. In the world, only he was left.

For some reason, although he failed to hit the master who called himself "Heavenly Man" from beginning to end, he had already let it go 95% - he had tried his best and he did not surrender.

But there was still 5% of the fire smoldering in his heart - he lost after all. The other party was one of his own, so it was impossible for him to kill him from the beginning. He also understood that what the other party said at the beginning was all true, and it was really not targeting him.

But he couldn't win. He was still angry until the machine stopped working due to splashing water.

He unfastened his breathing mask, opened the cockpit cover, and took a breath of the salty sea breeze.

"It turns out that there really are immortals in this world. Their strength cannot be surpassed by human power."

"I'm not an immortal yet, just a celestial being." A familiar voice came from behind, and it sounded a lot more real than when it was high in the sky.

Without even looking, he pulled out his self-defense pistol and fired a shot into his back. A breeze moved in front of him, holding the bullet between his two fingers. The hot bullet was still spinning between his two fingers, but it couldn't break his skin at all.

"Who are you?" He still didn't put down his gun.

"Your little cannon can't even penetrate my eyelids. Besides, guns are not meant to be pointed at your own people."

"Show your identity first!"

"Tsk, the young people nowadays." Fu Yuanshan reached into his arms and took out a yellowed officer's ID card. "I haven't updated it for a long time. It's probably an officer's ID card from the last era. Take a look for yourself?"

With one hand holding the gun, he took the ID handed over by Fu Yuanshan with the other hand - he knew the gun was useless. But before confirming the other party's identity, he would keep holding the gun, which was an attitude.

"Fu Yuanshan, Jinyiwei? Are you a captain of Jinyiwei?" He handed his ID back and put his self-defense pistol back into the holster.

"I used to be a captain. But after I became a captain, I no longer have an officer certificate, and I have never been given one. As a result, I have to buy a full ticket when I take the subway. Tsk, I might as well ask Shangluo to issue me another one some other day."

"I heard that the Jinyiwei is full of experts. I didn't expect there is such an expert who can fly into the sky and hide in the ground?"

"There aren't many people who can fly like me."

"Then how did you do it?"

"Wind control, the simplest wind control. If you practice for eighty-eight years, you will be able to do this."

"Eighty-eight years?! How old are you?"

"Ninety-two or ninety-three, probably. Age doesn't mean anything to me anymore. But controlling the wind is also a childhood skill for me. I've been practicing it since I was a child. I'm always the first one to arrive when dinner is served."

"Then you." He wanted to ask more.

Fu Yuanshan raised his hand to stop him, then looked down at his watch, smiled, and signaled him to continue.

"Why did the base want to arrest you?"

"It's a long story. Where should I start? I'll start from the time I broke through the floor of Las Vegas and pulled Shangluo out of the basement."

"So I made an agreement with him that as long as he caught me, he would win." 45 minutes later, after talking about the different flavors of West Lake vinegar fish he had eaten in 59 restaurants across the country and dividing them into four grades from high to low, Fu Yuanshan talked about recent events.

"Ah! I see! Then what about you..."

"Why else do you want to know? You can ask anything." Fu Yuanshan smiled, "How long do you want to keep me here?"

"what?"

"Don't pretend, kid. You're holding the transmitter in your left hand, right? You've been sending a message, reporting your position here."

Before he finished speaking, the unique roar of rockets could be heard from the horizon. It was a cluster of rocket interceptors, flying over the horizon, passing over their heads - and then flying away.

"Hello! Hello!" He waved to the sky in vain, but he got no response.

Fu Yuanshan shook his head: "What a pity! Even if they have clairvoyance, they can't see where you and I are. Because air is a fluid that can be easily compressed and distorted. Air full of water vapor has an even more amazing effect. As long as the direction of the wind is slightly changed, the water vapor can be used to distort the light."

As he spoke, Fu Yuanshan stretched out his right hand and reached upwards - his right hand really penetrated an invisible barrier and disappeared.

"You..." He looked at the powerful being in front of him in disbelief and opened his mouth.

"Here." Suddenly, Fu Yuanshan took out a piece of paper and stuffed it into his mouth. He took it down and took a look. It was a blank business card.

"I think there is still some good fortune between us that has not been resolved. Take it and go to Yingtian to find Shangluo."

"So who is Shangluo? You only mentioned him at the beginning and the end. Who is he?"

"Go look for him during your holidays, and don't tell anyone where you are. As for who he is, you'll know when you find him."

"???"

"I called for backup for you." Fu Yuanshan patted him on the shoulder three times. "Whether we can meet again in the future depends on whether you have enough luck. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After saying that, Fu Yuanshan stepped on the white storm and rose into the sky again, creating a deafening sonic boom.

—In less than an hour, a Navy search and rescue helicopter arrived at his location.

Rescuing the pilot is the most important thing. As for the plane, the army's naval forces will come to salvage it soon.

The helicopter landed near the sea and threw a gangway to him.

When he was about to reach the top, a hand reached out from the helicopter and pulled him up.
He looked up and recognized the other person at a glance:
"Master Wan!" The person who pulled him up was:

Minister of War of Yingtian and Right Deputy Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate, Superintendent of Xuanda and Other Places, Grand Secretary of Wuying Palace

Vientiane Spring

He suddenly felt that it was not just one person who was pulling him, but more than a dozen people. He was sitting here alone, and he always felt that the helicopter could not accommodate anyone.

"Master Wan, why are you here?"

"what's your name?"

"Fang Jie."

"Very spirited!" He patted Fang Jie on the shoulder fiercely. "Although we lost, you showed the spirit of the Northern Army! Leave the rest to us. Even if we are facing a celestial being, we will not surrender so easily. You look tired, so go back and rest for a while. Your awards will be given to you after your vacation."

"Master Wan, can I apply to go out during my vacation? I want to go to Yingtian. If possible, I want to go as soon as possible."

Over Shanhaiguan.

"Hello, Shangluo." Fu Yuanshan answered the phone again, "I just told you, please help me."

"I didn't expect that Senior Fu would actually want to accept a disciple?" Fu Yuanshan had been talking about this with Shangluo.

"In our field, we have to rely on luck to find a suitable disciple. Today I was lucky enough to find one."

"Is he lucky?"

"It was bad luck. I stood there and let him shoot for 20 minutes and he didn't hit the target."

"Then why is it him?"

"Good fortune can be cultivated slowly. However, he knows when to fight for it, which is more important than anything else. Moreover, he and I still have some good fortune to share - I asked him to find you, but I didn't tell him who you are. If he can find you by himself, then give him a sign and put it in the Thunder Department first. I will introduce him to the sect when I come back."

"Are you sure he got there first, and not me who got you back first?"

"How's the situation at the Ministry of War?"

"They still haven't asked me to sign. It seems the court still has some cards to play."

"Interesting." Fu Yuanshan thought for a moment, "They can't pull out a tactical nuclear bomb with nothing."

(End of this chapter)