Chapter 28: Successful Replication

The next morning, an inconspicuous government aircraft landed in a military restricted zone, a place that does not appear on any public map.

Qin Hao and Cheng Haitang disembarked, and General Zhang Xianzhong was already waiting here, with only a few people standing beside him,

they were his most core subordinates, each bearing bright general's stars on their shoulders, their eyes sharp as eagles.

"Comrade Qin Hao, Director Cheng, you've worked hard."

Zhang Xianzhong stepped forward and shook hands with the two.

"General Zhang, you're too kind!" Qin Hao replied.

Cheng Haitang, meanwhile, scanned the surroundings; security here was extremely tight.

"The site is ready; please follow me." General Zhang turned sideways to lead the way.

The group boarded internal transport, passed through a tunnel several kilometers long, and finally reached a huge underground hangar large enough to hold several football fields.

The entire space was bathed in bright shadowless light, like daylight; the high ceiling made one feel tiny, and the air was filled with a cold mix of concrete and metal.

Inside the hangar, a Rising Dragon fighter jet was parked, the very prototype that had made its maiden flight.

"This is a newly built strategic reserve hangar, absolutely secure and spacious enough."

Zhang Xianzhong introduced it, his voice echoing in the vast space.

Behind him, several officers stood with solemn faces, awaiting a miracle.

Cheng Haitang said to Qin Hao, "Let's begin; there are no outsiders here."

Qin Hao nodded, walked to the fighter's side, made no extra motion, and placed his hand on its fuselage.

Everyone present held their breath.

Zhang Xianzhong and his subordinates, these battle-hardened iron-blooded soldiers, felt their hearts race uncontrollably; they knew what was about to happen.

The next second, an anomaly suddenly occurred.

An identical Rising Dragon fighter jet abruptly appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Hiss..."

A brigadier general couldn't help but suck in a cold breath, he rubbed his eyes hard, somewhat unable to believe it.

But this was only the beginning.

After the first fighter jet appeared, the second and third followed in quick succession...

More Rising Dragon jets began to appear one after another in the same manner.

They were arranged neatly, as if copied and pasted by a computer program, with not the slightest difference in spacing between each.

A silent creation, yet it delivered the ultimate visual impact.

Ten!

Twenty!

Fifty...

When the hundredth Rising Dragon fighter jet finished being replicated, the entire underground hangar became a forest of steel raptors.

One hundred fighters representing the world's top aviation technology stood in a standard review formation, arrayed sternly.

The hangar lights shone on the fuselages, reflecting a cold and menacing gleam.

Its unique sci-fi silhouette, its flawless smooth lines, combined into an overwhelming, breath-taking aura that swept over them.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Zhang Xianzhong stood dazed in place, mouth slightly open, Adam's apple bobbing, yet unable to utter a sound.

The generals behind him shared the same expression.

An elderly general with white hair, once a distinguished ace pilot, now had reddened eye sockets, and murky tears streamed uncontrollably down the wrinkles on his face.

With trembling hands, he removed his cap, clutching it to his chest, and paid the highest respect a veteran could give to this invincible squadron born out of thin air.

"I... I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Finally, the youngest brigadier general muttered almost inaudibly, then pinched his thigh hard.

The intense pain made him grit his teeth, and confirmed that what he saw was not an illusion.

"I never imagined I would live to witness this miracle, to see the day our Yanhuang Guo Air Force rises; even if I died now, I would have no regrets!"

Another general, known for his ruggedness, now had nothing left but this plain sigh; looking at that forest of steel, his eyes were somewhat moist.

They had waited too long for this day, fearing they might not live to see it.

Zhang Xianzhong finally came to his senses, turned sharply, and briskly walked up to Qin Hao.

This air force commander, his lips trembling with excitement, wanted to speak words of thanks, but a thousand words choked in his chest, finally summing up to just one:

"Good! Good! Excellent!"

He slapped Qin Hao's shoulder hard, as if trying to convey all his excitement and shock.

Qin Hao winced from the blow, but smiled: "General Zhang, I have not failed the mission."

"More than just not failing the mission, you... you've given our air force a stabilizing divine needle!" Zhang Xianzhong surveyed the hundred jets, his eyes shining.

He suddenly thought of something and quickly asked, "Comrade Qin Hao, did it really consume only two hundred million energy points?"

"Yes." Qin Hao replied calmly.

"Haha! That's good! With these hundred, or even just fifty, our sky will never be the same as before!"

After expressing his feelings, he then gave Qin Hao a perfectly standard military salute.

"Comrade Qin Hao, thank you!"

His voice rang loud, reverberating in the vast hangar.

Cheng Haitang stood aside, gazing at the scene, his heart equally tumultuous; he understood the strategic significance of Qin Hao's existence even better than these soldiers.

Today, it is the air force.

Perhaps tomorrow will be the navy, the army.

It is the field that Yanhuang Guo needs to achieve leapfrog development.

This young man, with his own strength, is pushing the nation's future to an unprecedented height.

"Commander," a general from the technical department stepped forward and reported excitedly,

"I just used portable equipment to preliminarily test; the fuselage structural strength and skin material composition of one of the replicas completely match the prototype's data!"

"It's... it's exactly as if carved from the same mold!"

"Nonsense! This is even more standard than being carved from a mold!" Zhang Xianzhong waved his hand grandly and said.

"Pass my order! Immediately assemble the top‑notch pilot and ground crew teams, and station them at the base with the highest security clearance!"

"Give me the shortest time to take care of this bunch of 'dragon cubs'; I want them to form combat capability in the shortest time!"

"Yes!"

The order was issued, and the entire base began operating at high speed.

Zhang Xianzhong walked up to Qin Hao again, firmly shook his hand, his eyes full of gratitude.

"Xiao Qin, go back to rest with Director Cheng first; the rest will be handled by us. Rest assured, we will absolutely not let down your efforts, nor will we let down this heaven‑sent divine aircraft!"

Zhang Xianzhong gazed at the hundred Ascending Dragons silently standing before him, already envisioning them soaring above the nine heavens, guarding the magnificent landscape of Yanhuang's myriad miles of mountains and rivers.