Lord of Industrialization

On the penultimate afternoon of November, the north wind suddenly became violent, the clouds became thicker, and it was going to snow again.

"Okay, one more and we can rest!"

On the football field, Zikel gritted his teeth and finished the last push-up and then fell to the ground, feeling as if his hands were not his own.

This afternoon's physical training required 100 push-ups, 20 in a group, and the entire regiment was divided into classes and trained in places such as the football field and the shooting range.

Ziker was always fine at the beginning of the first two groups, but the third group of less than ten movements began to deform, and he couldn't hold on after the eleventh.

Krom didn't ask him to finish all of them, but asked him to do one more when he felt he couldn't hold on.

The comrades around him felt very strange. Zikel's pull-ups were among the best in the regiment, so why couldn't he do push-ups?

Zopel was the only one in the class who had received fitness training and knew a little bit. He thought and said, "Ziker used to climb cliffs at home, so he was familiar with the action of pulling his body up, and his muscles developed in that direction."

"But the force direction of push-ups is different, and he uses muscles that he doesn't use much, so the problem comes."

"There was a carpenter in the shipyard who was similar. He always used his right hand to hold a hammer to nail nails, so his right hand was strong. When he was exercising, his left hand ran out of strength first and the action collapsed."

"It's not a big problem, just practice more and it will be fine."

The people around him didn't know if he was right or not, but they just felt that what he said seemed to make sense.

This afternoon's training ended with planks, and they kept doing it until they couldn't hold on any longer.

At first, everyone was still talking and laughing. Tomorrow is November 30th, Sunday is a rest day, and it's their turn to apply to go out during the day and come back before 7 pm to attend the evening roll call.

Many veterans in the class are married. They have already booked rooms in a hotel not far from the barracks and wrote letters home in advance to ask their wives to come over.

With the internal transportation of Wessen State, even if it is from the farthest place to this southernmost military camp, it only takes a few hours by train, and military dependents can buy half-price tickets.

"You have a wife?!"

Everyone looked at Zikle in surprise, as if they heard that cats can turn into girls.

Zikle's face was as red as a monkey's butt, and I don't know if it was because he was tired.

He stammered: "I... we are just... engaged, not yet... the wedding."

Chrom smiled evilly and said: "You have slept with each other, right?"

Zikle couldn't hold on and collapsed all of a sudden. This time even his neck was red, and he couldn't speak.

Chrom continued to say to him: "Now that you can write, write to her often, and buy some candy from the service center every ten days and send it back."

"Tomorrow go to the town to buy a scarf with more colors or a shiny hairpin made of glass, and then buy a bottle of mosquito repellent and say it's perfume and send it back."

"Hehe, you will know how good it is when we meet next time."

His voice became lewd at the end, and many people laughed the same way. Zikle just held on and collapsed again.

Krom continued, "Let Zopel help you choose. He's a college student and has a much higher standard than you do."

Just as Zopel was about to say that he might as well take Zikel to the city to buy it, he heard a loud "clang" from the goal next to him, and then Krom screamed.

A boot fell from the sky, not big in size, and first hit the goal, then bounced and hit the back of Krom's head.

"What's going on?" Someone immediately stood up and looked around, and found that everyone in the group was lying down.

"In the sky!"

Someone found a black triangular object flying in the sky, about a hundred meters above the ground, with a long red rope behind it.

Zoppel was shocked and looked around. Everyone in the group was training in a scattered manner, and there was no open and flat place at all.

"Captain!" He immediately found Metzger not far away, "The aircraft in the sky is about to make an emergency landing, let's get out of the football field!"

Metzger saw that strange thing in the sky was circling and the altitude was decreasing, so he blew the whistle and asked everyone to leave the football field.

Others also saw it. In the past, the only things flying in the sky were hot airships and dawns. They had never seen such things, but it didn't stop them from getting out of the way.

Zoppel suddenly shouted: "The descent angle is too large!"

Metzger next to him asked him: "Do you know what this is?"

Zoppel nodded and said: "It's the powered delta wing of the Air Force. I helped at the shipyard at the beginning of the year."

"Oh, the right front wing bone is broken, but fortunately the middle bone is intact, the skin is strong enough, and there is no serious deformation."

Metzger didn't understand and thought it was amazing.

"Bang!"

The powered delta wing almost fell to the ground and jumped twice. The pilot's head hit the windshield and fainted. The engine didn't stop, and the delta wing continued to move forward.

Zopel immediately ran over, followed by two steps, and pressed the emergency stop button of the implosion machine behind the delta wing, and the propeller stopped turning.

A group of people, including Metzger and the regiment commander Erwin, had already rushed over and saw a pilot in a black leather flight suit sitting in front of the machine, who looked fainted.

Zopel was helping her untie the straps under the flight helmet. After taking off the helmet, he found that it was someone he knew. He patted her face and called her twice, but she didn't wake up, so he unbuckled the seat belt and carried her out.

Someone wanted to go over to help, and Metzger immediately said, "Zopel has participated in the manufacture of the machine and is familiar with the machine. Don't make trouble."

"Yes!" The regiment commander Erwin's eyes showed a cunning light, "If we go up to cause trouble and touch the switch machine and it flies away again, it will be difficult to deal with."

"You two quickly go and get the stretcher, you go and ask the priest to prepare it, and you go to report this matter to the higher-ups."

The three battalion commanders and the chief of staff in the regiment were all sent to work. Erwin pulled Metzger aside and whispered: "Ask the boy later if he can fix this machine."

Metzger has known him for many years. When he first joined the army, he was his company commander. He immediately knew that he wanted to hack this air force machine.

He whispered back: "I heard from Zopel that a bone in the machine was broken, and it should be possible to connect it."

Erwin's eyes turned and said to him: "It's going to snow, it's not good to leave the machine outside, you company find a place to store it."

Metzger understood and immediately called the soldiers of his company to come over.

However, half an hour later...

"Division Commander, you can't do this!"

After receiving the news, Eugene led the division guards to rush over, rushed directly to the auditorium, drove away Metzger who was guarding the door, and moved the powered delta wing back in front of Erwin who was wiping his saliva, without any delay.

In the infirmary, the pilot woke up at this time.