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Chapter 460: [459] Ordinary People Can Be Great

Ten minutes later.

Fang Han fulfilled his first small wish - to ride the coveted Flame Eagle.

In order to quickly send the recipient of the Golden Spirit Leaf Medal back to the war zone, and also to ensure safety, the Legion specifically used a Flame Eagle.

Especially regarding safety.

Since the summer, a strange phenomenon called "Mist Spirits" gradually appeared in the Yu Miao Realm.

Mist Spirits are born from clouds and mist, with no distinguishable form from the mist itself. They usually lurk quietly in the clouds, waiting for an opportunity to attack anything that passes by.

They are highly dangerous, capable of releasing a chilling aura that completely freezes their targets, making them extremely "brittle."

The previous plane crash that Fang Han experienced was because he unluckily collided with a Mist Spirit.

These ghostly creatures spew a cold aura at the engine of the war eagle, causing the engine blades to instantly become brittle and disintegrate into pieces.

So far.

The number of casualties in the War Eagle Legion due to Mist Spirit attacks has already exceeded thirty.

The Flame Eagle, on the other hand, can cruise at supersonic speeds. Even if a Mist Spirit were to target the war eagle, it wouldn't be able to catch up, greatly increasing safety.

"Woo!"

Accompanied by the roar of the magic spray engine.

After the Flame Eagle was launched into the air, it quickly ascended and soared into the sky.

Fang Han felt a stronger thrust than the war eagle, overlooking the rapidly retreating aircraft carrier below, and excitedly said, "It's so fast!"

The pilot in the front seat, named "Jin Ming," smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, the Flame Eagle is a groundbreaking creation."

"This new type of war eagle not only flies faster, but its maneuverability is also extraordinary. Would you like to experience something different?"

Fang Han decisively replied, "Yes!"

However.

Just two seconds later.

Fang Han regretted it.

The corners of Jin Ming's mouth curled up as he reminded, "Hold onto your seat!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

This Flame Eagle unexpectedly spun rapidly like a windmill, rotating continuously for more than ten rounds.

Fang Han only felt his heart pounding, the blood in his head being thrown to other parts of his body, leaving his mind blank.

Although ordinary war eagles can also perform rolls, due to structural and power limitations, they can only roll one or two times at most. When has he ever experienced this kind of play?

Then.

The Flame Eagle broke free from the rolling state.

Fang Han immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn it!

This is too exciting, isn't it?!

Although he condensed his Source Sensation Mark and greatly enhanced his physical fitness, this kind of crazy maneuver made him worry that he would be thrown up.

Jin Ming's voice came from the front row, "This flying technique is called the 'Great Tumbler,' and it can be used in actual combat to evade enemy attacks."

Fang Han shook his slightly dizzy head and agreed, "A very practical technique."

This is not over yet.

"Roar!"

The engine roared even louder.

The Firehawk suddenly tilted forward, with its nose pointing straight down, swiftly gliding towards the sea surface.

Fang Han felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

The diving speed at this moment was almost twice that of a normal war hawk. If a normal war hawk were to do this, it would likely disintegrate in mid-air when pulling up.

Soon enough.

The Firehawk was only five hundred meters away from the sea surface.

Fang Han's face turned pale as he couldn't help but close his eyes.

Damn it!

The new war hawk wouldn't crash into the sea, would it?

Based on his personal experience, if a normal war hawk were to dive like this, there would be no way to pull up again, and it would definitely crash.

Half a second later.

Fang Han suddenly felt a strong force pressing him hard against the seat.

He immediately understood that the Firehawk was trying to pull up.

Fang Han struggled to open his eyes and took a glance, and his heart started pounding.

Damn it!

Is this guy crazy?!

What he saw was the sea surface getting closer and closer, and it looked like they were about to crash into it.

Although the fighter jet was pulling out of the dive, it seemed not fast enough.

Just as the Firehawk was about to crash into the sea, the aircraft finally leveled off.

At this moment, the underside of the new war hawk was less than two meters from the sea surface.

"Splash~"

A large wave surged up.

This was the extremely powerful airflow that blew the seawater up.

This scene was truly thrilling.

Fang Han's heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled back into his stomach.

If the pull-up speed had been even slightly slower, the Firehawk would probably be soaking in the sea, and the two of them would have to wait for the Sea Hawk's rescue.

Jin Ming's voice carried a hint of laughter. "Please trust my piloting skills. I've done this kind of low-level flying at least twenty times without any problems."

Fang Han forcibly suppressed the urge to curse and responded indifferently, "Impressive."

If you want to play, go play by yourself. Why do you have to drag me along?

Jin Ming suddenly asked a question, "Mr. Fang, have you heard of the 'Sky Ling Technique'?"

Fang Han was puzzled as to why he brought up this topic, but he answered, "It seems to be a cultivation method invented by the Deputy Palace Master, which can assist in controlling war hawks."

Half a month ago, when Qinghan Xuan Palace was delivering supplies to the war zone, the people from the Crimson Armor Hall also sent the Sky Ling Technique.

Many people, including Fang Han, feel that the lethality of this set of martial arts techniques is too weak, so they haven't practiced it much.

Jin Ming smiled and said, "The Skywalking Technique is a very powerful cultivation method. If I hadn't practiced it, I wouldn't be able to achieve this level."

He paused for a moment and praised, "Vice Palace Master is an absolute genius!"

Fang Han was greatly shocked.

Is it really that amazing?

Jin Ming continued, "For example, the first move of the Skywalking Technique, the 'Fish Swimming Style,' if you completely master this move, you will have an extremely keen sense of airflow induction.

"If you can also fully grasp the second move, the 'Soaring Style,' and the third move, the 'Whirling Wind Style,' you can manipulate the airflow from a distance, greatly enhancing the maneuverability of the war eagle.

"Although the combat power of this cultivation method is not strong, it is naturally the most suitable method for pilots. Whether or not you have practiced the Skywalking Technique makes a world of difference."

Jin Ming gave an example casually, "The extreme flying skills just now can be easily achieved by anyone who has completely mastered the Skywalking Technique."

He also expressed his opinion, "To become an outstanding Sky Knight, one must be proficient in the Skywalking Technique."

Fang Han listened with deep shame.

So, I was the one who couldn't see the truth.

*

It took three hours to travel by aircraft carrier, but the return journey only took a short fifteen minutes.

The speed was truly astonishing.

Fast!

It's really too fast!

Before long, Fang Han saw the "formal attire specially prepared by the war zone" that the lieutenant mentioned.

It included a set of finely tailored top and bottom garments, a pair of shiny leather boots, and a magnificent hat.

Just by visual observation, one could tell that the materials used were definitely high-end.

Fang Han glanced at it several times and felt a bit subtle in his heart.

Because this was the first time in his life that he wore such high-end formal attire.

A beautiful maid smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, please let me help you change."

Fang Han hesitated and said, "Um, I can do it myself!"

The maid pursed her lips and insisted, "No, let me do it. It's the rule!"

She added, "You are a hero of the War Eagle Legion, and it is my honor to serve you!"

Fang Han had no choice but to go along with it.

After getting dressed.

The maid tidied up the hem of his clothes and praised with a smile, "You look very handsome!"

Fang Han blushed a bit.

He suddenly remembered something and quickly said, "I brought several insignias. Can you sew them onto the chest of the formal attire for me?"

The maid was a bit confused.

Fang Han took out six resin insignias from the pocket of his old uniform and his tone became solemn, "These are the identity insignias of my fallen comrades."

His expression became serious, "I hope to wear them during the commendation ceremony."

The uniforms of the War Eagle Legion have an identity insignia embedded on the chest.

After these comrades sacrificed themselves, when Fang Han was tidying up their belongings, he secretly removed the nameplate as a memento.

The maid seemed to understand something and showed respect in her beautiful eyes. "I'll go find some pins to fix the nameplate on your uniform."

Soon enough.

The nameplate was fixed.

Right on the most prominent position on the right chest, neatly lined up.

Fang Han touched the nameplate, scenes flashed through his mind, and his eyes slightly reddened.

The maid stole a glance and deliberately changed the topic. "Mr. Fang, which small spiritual realm under Xuan Palace are you from?"

Fang Han snapped back to reality and answered, "Tai'an Small Xuan Palace."

The maid exclaimed, "Oh, so you're a fellow villager of the Deputy Palace Lord."

Fang Han smiled.

He said to himself in his heart, "Not only fellow villagers, but also classmates!"

The maid picked up the hat and asked, "Do you miss home?"

Fang Han nodded, "Of course I do!"

He continued, "I have no regrets coming here. I will continue to fight to protect our world!"

The phrase "I have no regrets" was said with great determination.

By the way.

The Falcon Legion had already done related "educational" propaganda.

The previous incident of the Divine Language that killed countless civilians, as well as a series of other events, were caused by the gods of this realm.

Therefore, the soldiers understood why they were fighting, and Fang Han was no exception.

Since Lady Snake came to the Youmiao Realm and received the great help of the Sea God in secret, it was only natural for the Youmiao Realm to bear this blame.

There was nothing wrong with this propaganda.

The maid sincerely praised, "You are a person worthy of respect."

Fang Han shook his head, "I'm just an ordinary person."

The maid smiled, "The Deputy Palace Lord once said that even ordinary people can be great!"

Her expression showed sincerity, obviously very much in agreement with this.

Before this, it would have been an audacious statement.

But since the birth of the Falcon Legion, one by one, the Sky Knights had fallen asleep in this sea area, and no one would think it audacious.

The maid handed over the hat and casually said, "The leaf pattern on the hat used to be a pattern only used by Lord Xuan Shi."

Fang Han didn't think much of it and simply took the hat and put it on his head.

The maid blinked her beautiful eyes and praised again, "The hat suits you very well, and the leaf pattern suits you very well too."

Since the issuance of the "Palace Merit Order," certain strict hierarchical systems seemed to have gradually loosened.

This hat was just one of them.

The maid glanced at the clock on the wall again, "The award ceremony starts at three o'clock in the afternoon, there's still half an hour left, you should rest for a while first."

She gestured, "Mr. Fang, let me take you to the rest area."

Fang Han nodded gently, "Thank you!"

(End of this chapter)