On Dragon Ind, atop a deliberately chosen cliff, a man wearing a leather jacket and goggles was carefully adjusting his gloves.


    His outfit was custom-made, featuring zipper designs that had not yet be popr. These zippers were quite intricate, not easy to produce, and naturally, more expensive.


    However, to ensure the pilot''s safety, this costlytest design was rightfully ced on the standard-issue leather jackets of the aviators.


    There was no choice in the matter, for pilots were living Gold, an immensely treasured fighting ss, the most expensive in history!


    The pilot was very young; he had goggles on his head, ready to be pulled down to protect his eyes at any moment, and his aircraft actually had a cockpit, a rather enclosed one at that.


    Unfortunately, it was not aplete aircraft with its own power. It was a glider for training pilots!


    This glider was almost entirely made of wood and canvas, with steel cables stretched across it to control the ps and reinforce its structure. These wires made the aircraft look somewhatplex and added a steampunk aesthetic to the glider.


    Truthfully, the airnes of World War I were not about aesthetics; the design of aircraft of that era was focused solely on getting them to fly. How they looked wasn''t a concern.


    As for why many people like the backward steampunk style, it''s due to film and television and a pop culture return to antiquity, which has nothing to do with the actual objects themselves.


    Please believe, if you showed a 1914 Air Force pilot a J-8 fighter jet, he definitely wouldn''t think his wooden flyer was better looking.


    Simrly, if in 1914 someone used a syringe to spray ck ink on white paper and imed it was art, they likely would have been considered for a lobotomy.


    "I''m really nervous now!" the pilot said to his ssmate, who stood outside the ne, before ground crew helped secure the transparent windshield.


    "Me too! Any of us should be nervous!" his ssmate, standing there somewhat dejected at losing the chance to be the first human to fly in an experiment, retorted with indifference.


    On the other side, the glider''s anxious engineer kept instructing the pilot in the cockpit: "Pay attention to your position! Make sure you understand every technical maneuver! Control the ps, don''t wobble! Do you understand?"


    "Yes, I do! But it''s 60 meters high here! I don''t think this thing can really fly," the pilot inside said, seeming even more anxious.


    He had been to the restroom several times just earlier because he wanted to make sure that he wouldn''t do anything embarrassing on the glider because of a sudden need to pee.


    Of course, asking him to use the restroom before takeoff also served to reduce weight, which might affect the precision and sess rate of the flying experiment.


    "I heard the experiment seeded," said the backup pilot, standing with his hands behind his back and squeezing out a bit of a smile, seemingly trying to offer reassurance.


    "Don''t joke with me, am I not the first?" Hearing that the experiment had seeded, the test pilot was shocked and immediately became unsettled.


    He had fought tooth and nail to score first ce, all for the chance to be the first person in history to truly take flight, hadn''t he?


    Those hot air balloons and airships were nothingpared to airnes. They didn''t fly; they merely went up! They don''t deserve the title of flying!


    "You are indeed the first," the backup pilot admitted with a sour tone.


    "Then why did you say the experiment had already passed?" the pilot in the cockpit asked, staring at him while another technician helped to secure his safety belt on the seat.


    The belt was very tight, once fastened it restricted most of his movement in the seat. However, it was said to significantly enhance the safety of the pilot... in the event of a crash, it was likely to leave a whole corpse.


    "Last time, this aircraft was sent down from here empty, without anyone in it," the backup pilot ryed the news he had just heard from the ground crew.


    "Did it fly?" the test pilot asked, suddenly excited.


    "No, it plummeted straight down," the backup pilotughed.


    "..." The expression on the first test pilot was something to behold, as he couldn''t manage to squeeze out a curse for a good while.


    An officer nearby nced disapprovingly at the backup pilot, who knew better than to make such jokes at this time.


    So, he quickly added, "Just kidding. The experimental glider did take off, and it flew far, just like the paper airne you folded in the experiment ss. It flew very well."


    "Then I''m relieved," the first test pilot said, his mind somewhat eased by those words.


    The backup pilot couldn''t help but smirk again, "I haven''t finished speaking. Before that glider took off, truly many gliders had crashed. I can''t remember how many, maybe ten, maybe eight, who knows."


    "Have I ever called you an idiot?" The test pilot finally lost hisposure.


    "No." The reserve test pilot couldn''t help but burst intoughter, "Hahaha."


    "Okay, now I''m saying it, you''re a damn idiot! A big idiot!" The lead test pilot shouted angrily, using all his might, just before the ground crew helped close the cockpit.


    The clerk in charge of the record nced at the onsitemander standing there, and themander also nced back at the clerk.


    After seeing the officer''s warning re, the clerk nodded in understanding, lowered his head, and in the wind that made writing difficult, he penned, "The reserve test pilot enthusiastically encouraged the lead test pilot, saying, ''You must seed! Comrade! This is the great cause of the Great Tang Group!''"


    "Then, the lead test pilot movingly replied, ''For the Great Tang Group, for humanity''s dream of flying in the sky, I will give it my all toplete this experiment!''" After writing this down, he felt something was missing but couldn''t remember what.


    "Long live the Great Tang Group!" The officer who had been watching what the clerk was writing suddenly interjected. "He shouted ''Long live the Great Tang Group!'' as he flew into the sky!"


    The clerk, in charge of documenting the whole experiment, had an epiphany and without any pang of conscience, added this line to the record as well.


    As he cleverly altered history, the experimental team had already pushed the glider along the rails towards the cliff.


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    "Pull back to go up, pull back to go up..." Inside the slightly jolting cockpit, the test pilot muttered under his breath. In front of him, the blue sky seemed to be getting closer and closer.


    Suddenly, he felt the joystick in his hand be a bit heavier. Then, through the windscreen, he saw the distant horizon.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    And then... he saw the earth, saw the endless forests... Yes, after witnessing the magical sights and a brief moment of stupor, he finally realized his ne seemed to be crashing towards the ground.


    "Pull back to go up, pull back to go up..." He repeated the phrase desperately, pulling the joystick with all his might.


    The next second, the glider responded to his action—quickly, the horizon once again came into view, followed by his nosecone, pointing toward the blue sky and white clouds.


    He felt the G-forces on his body but being used to them, he wasn''t too ufortable.


    For someone who had inexplicably be ustomed to vomiting, and took tumbling and spinning as part of the norm, the slight sensation of floating was truly a wonderful, joyous experience.


    He finally understood that all the hardship he had endured, all the suffering he had gone through, was just the price he had to pay for this moment.


    The feeling was so great that he could not to help but want to shout out loud—although no one would hear him here, he just wanted to open his mouth and scream to vent his excited emotions.


    Almost instinctively, he aimed his nosecone towards the sky and started to climb, regaining altitude.


    He nced over his instruments with his peripheral vision and realized his altitude had already exceeded 200 meters.


    Not knowing whether it was madness or something else, the next second he spread his legs apart and yanked the joystick hard to the right.


    The glider, still riding the wind, immediately responded to his action, starting to roll to one side.


    As it rolled, its altitude dropped because of the aerodynamics involved, and the cockpit was filled with the bizarre howling of the wind invading through the seals.


    Afterpleting a roll, the aircraft descended more than fifty meters, but it executed a perfect roll maneuver!


    On the ground, the staff were shocked by the suddenly wild flight maneuver by the test pilot; they had not arranged for such aplicated flight test.


    ording to n, all the pilot needed to do was maintain level flight, then turn, andnd at a predetermined location.


    But there, under everyone''s gaze, the pilot just performed a roll, nearly crashing the glider.


    "If he doesn''t crash to death, give him a good beating!" The onsitemander of security forces said as he watched the glider continue to fly off after leveling off, he ordered his aide, "That little rascal has gone too far!"


    "Yes!" The aide grinned.


    "Mind the buttocks! Don''t damage him," remembering the cost of pilot training, the officer also painfully reminded.


    "Yes!" The aide''s smile grew even brighter.


    "A beating would be worth it..." The envious reserve test pilot gulped and murmured resentfully, "I want to fly like that too... I''d take two beatings for it! No! Three would be worth it..."