As long as he controlled his strength and used only slightly more force than an ordinary person, he could get the plane started on the second try. Zhang Tie was in high spirits.
"Ha ha ha..." Zhang Tie laughed loudly and happily ran from the nose of the aircraft back beneath its belly. He first removed the wheel chocks locking the landing gear in place, then crawled out from under the fuselage. With a light leap, he seated himself in the cockpit. He looked toward the crowd and gave Zhang Su, who wore the same stunned expression, a meaningful glance, indicating the rear cockpit with his eyes. Zhang Su did not hesitate in the slightest. He immediately ran over, nimbly jumped onto the wing, pulled open the rear cockpit canopy, and climbed inside.
There was definitely a reason Zhang Tie had called his cousin Zhang Su over at this moment. Zhang Su might once have been an obscure nobody, but from the moment he jumped onto that aircraft, the name Zhang Su was destined to leave its mark in history.
Because this was the maiden test flight of the first aircraft invented by humanity after more than nine hundred years of the Great Cataclysm, in the Black Iron Era. It was a great attempt to allow ordinary people to conquer the skies once more. Besides Zhang Tie, Zhang Su was also taking part in this test flight.
Precisely because it was humanity's first of its kind in this era, carrying extraordinary significance, Zhang Su's name was destined to be remembered. Zhang Su was still far too inconspicuous now. If he was to work by Zhang Tie's side in the future, he needed at least some reputation.
Naturally, Zhang Tie wanted to reserve such an opportunity for one of his own