industrial lord

Chapter 519 Unexpected Visitor
On the penultimate afternoon of November, the north wind suddenly became violent, the clouds grew thicker, and it was about to snow again.

"Okay, one more and then we can rest!"

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

Today's afternoon physical training requires doing 100 push-ups, 20 in a group. The entire regiment is divided into classes and trained in places such as the football field and shooting range.

Every time, Zikel was fine with the first two sets, but he started to get out of shape after less than ten movements in the third set, and he couldn't hold on until the eleventh.

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

The comrades around him felt very strange. Ziker's pull-ups were among the best in the regiment, so why was he not good at push-ups?

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

"But push-ups use different forces, which uses muscles that he doesn't normally use, so that's a problem."

"There was a carpenter in the shipyard who was in a similar situation. He always used his right hand to hold the hammer and hammer nails, so his right hand was stronger. When he was exercising, his left hand lost strength first and the movement collapsed."

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

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

This afternoon's training ended with plank exercises, which I did until I couldn't hold on any longer.

At the beginning, everyone was still talking and laughing. Tomorrow is November 11th, Sunday, and they have a day off. Moreover, when it is their class's turn, they can apply to go out during the day and just come back before 30pm to attend the evening roll call.

There were many married veterans in the class who had already booked rooms in a hotel not far from the barracks and had written 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 Ziker in surprise, as if they had heard that a cat could turn into a girl.

Zikel'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...wedding."

Chrom said with a wicked smile, "You two have slept together."

Zikel couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed. This time even his neck turned red and he couldn't speak.

Krom continued, "Now that you can write, write to her often. Go to the service center every ten days to buy some candy and send it back."

"Tomorrow I'll go to town and buy a colorful scarf or a shiny glass hairpin. Then I'll buy a bottle of mosquito repellent and call it perfume and send it back."

"Hehe, next time we meet you'll know how cool it is."

His voice became lewd at the end, and many people laughed in the same way. Zikel just held himself together but collapsed again.

Crome continued, "Let Zopel help you choose. He's a college student and his standards are much higher than yours."

Just as Zopel was about to suggest taking Ziker to the city to buy it, he heard a loud "bang" from the goal next to him, followed by a scream from Krom.

A boot fell from the sky. It was not a big boot. It hit the goal first and then bounced and hit Krom on the back of the head.

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

"In the sky!" Someone spotted a black triangular object flying in the sky, about a hundred meters above the ground, with a long red rope trailing behind it.

Zopel was shocked and looked around. The whole regiment was scattered for training and there was no open and flat space 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 the football field out!"

Metzger saw the strange object in the sky circling and getting lower, so he blew the whistle and asked everyone to leave the football field.

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

Zopel suddenly shouted: "The descent angle is too great!"

Metzger asked him, "Do you know what this is?"

Zopel nodded and said, "It's the Air Force's powered delta wing. I helped with it at the shipyard earlier this year."

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

Metzger didn't understand it and thought it was amazing.

"Oh!"

The powered delta wing almost hit the ground and jumped twice. The pilot hit his head on the windshield and became unconscious. The engine did not stop and the delta wing continued to move forward.

Zopel immediately ran over, took 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 Regiment Commander Irwin, came running over and saw a pilot in a black leather flight suit sitting in front of the machine. He looked dizzy.

Zopel was helping her untie the straps under her 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 her seat belt and carried her out.

When someone wanted to help, Metzger immediately said, "Zoppel has participated in the manufacture of the machine and is familiar with it. Don't make trouble."

"Yes!" A sly gleam flashed in the eyes of the group leader Erwin. "It would be difficult to deal with if we go up and cause trouble and touch the switch and fly away again."

"You two, hurry up and get the stretcher. You go and ask the priest to get it ready. You go and report this to the higher-ups."

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

Metzger had known him for many years. He was his company commander when he first joined the army. He immediately knew that he wanted to hack into this Air Force machine.

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

Erwin rolled his eyes and said to him, "It's going to snow. It's not good to leave the machine outside. You should find a place to store it."

Metzger understood and immediately called the soldiers from his company over.

However, half an hour later...

"Master, you can't do this!"

After receiving the news, Eugene led the division guards and rushed over to the auditorium. He 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.

(End of this chapter)