Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 2490: Chapter 2482: Test Flight

"Sandstorm?" Beauty Lin frowned, asking over the intercom, "When will the sandstorm arrive?"

The person on the other side replied, "There are conditions for its formation. We’re just asking to prepare in advance."

Beauty Lin heard this and looked at Feng Jun, giving him a questioning glance.

Feng Jun merely spread his hands, "I can’t answer that for you. Sandstorms come in levels, but their electric version of the Rain Prayer Array is quite weak. If they encounter a slightly larger sandstorm, it could be problematic."

Beauty Lin looked up at the sky, "What about your Rain Prayer Array? Is it stronger?"

"Mine is stronger," Feng Jun replied in a low voice, "The key point is, with my presence, no matter how big the sandstorm is, it won’t matter much."

Beauty Lin’s eyes twinkled, "So that means you can protect them too?"

"Why should I protect them?" Feng Jun glanced at her strangely, "Sandstorms can block satellites, and after the storm subsides, the Rain Prayer Array can still be used as usual... You don’t think a space battleship would get blown away by a sandstorm, do you?"

"This..." Beauty Lin frowned again. She felt that something was wrong with Feng Jun’s words, but she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was.

Feng Jun understood clearly, "You’ve made the same mistake as I have, caring too much about other people’s business. No one owes anyone anything by birth, and this is our military... They’re not greenhouse flowers; they need to endure the storm and grow."

Previously, he might not have said such words, but seeing the Human Federation, he witnessed a war that lasted nearly two years, where the human race’s military, including the City Defense Army, displayed commendable bravery.

Beauty Lin thought for a moment, reluctantly nodding, "Alright, maybe you’re right."

"You stay here," Feng Jun tossed away his cigarette butt and turned to go downstairs, "I’m going to sleep for a while."

He slept until the evening, and upon waking up, he learned that the receiving ceremony took place in the afternoon, attended by high-ranking officials. Someone mentioned that the donor was also in the Taklimakan, but a bit far from here.

Then... there was nothing more, as someone said the donor wasn’t interested in attending the ceremony and had gone to sleep after traveling overnight.

This wasn’t necessarily a deliberate embarrassment, but Feng Jun not showing up in such a setting required some explanation.

The person in attendance also understood that he didn’t want to meet anyone, otherwise, who would miss such an occasion? So they just laughed lightly, "The young guy is quite interesting... He’s worked hard, let him be."

Beauty Lin had been staying in the temporary residence, and after briefing Feng Jun on the situation, she tentatively asked, "There’s a banquet this evening, want to go?"

"If you want to go, then go," Feng Jun answered casually. He knew very well that for her to stay in the residence without trying to curry favor with the big bosses was quite commendable, "Once they get familiar with the equipment for a couple of days, I’m leaving."

"If you’re not going, I’m too lazy to go," Beauty Lin’s statement effectively tied her to Feng Jun’s ship, "Where do I sleep tonight?"

"They didn’t arrange a place for you to stay?" Feng Jun looked at her in surprise, then casually waved his hand, "Sleep anywhere you want, just don’t sleep in my residence. Allowing you to stay here during the day was already giving you enough face."

Beauty Lin frowned, "The sand and wind outside are strong, only your place is slightly better."

Feng Jun ignored her and instead asked another question, "Will the news be broadcast tonight?"

"Impossible," Beauty Lin shook her head, answering decisively, "These pieces of equipment can’t be revealed, so how could it be broadcasted?"

Feng Jun pondered for a moment, muttering softly, "They could edit it... Forget it, if you really want to stay here, I’m heading back to Luohua. See you tomorrow!"

After he finished speaking, he disappeared in a flash, leaving Beauty Lin momentarily stunned, she stomped her foot, "That bastard!"

Feng Jun returned to Luohua, where it was already late at night, but he didn’t rest; instead continued to materialize some information. He truly had great gains at the Federation, and if the translation speed here could keep up, he had plenty of material to provide.

Unknowingly, he worked until dawn. Considering it was still night over there, he went to Australia and Gaul briefly, not for any particular reason, just to check on the overseas development of the Daoist sects.

By the time he returned to the temporary residence, it was just starting to get light.

Feng Jun set up the Rain Prayer Array again before entering the residence, only to be surprised to find that Beauty Lin was indeed unceremonious and had spent the night in the residence, now just getting up and making the bed.

The bed was a green military blanket, presumably provided by the military. Although Feng Jun’s residence had blankets, seeing that she didn’t mess with those, he nodded slightly, acknowledging her consideration.

The day passed quietly as usual. However, the military is indeed the military. By the morning, they started testing the mechas, but considering Feng Jun had previously provided mechas, it wasn’t all that surprising.

By the afternoon around four, someone called Beauty Lin via the intercom, saying they plan to test fly a class transport ship, and asked if she wants to come and take a look.

Beauty Lin naturally understood that the invitation wasn’t directed at her. She glanced sideways at Feng Jun, noticed him holding a laptop and scrolling with a poker face, and understood his intention, thus politely declined.

On the morning of the third day, they surprisingly began to test fly the assault ship and fire support ship. In the afternoon, it was the test flight of the company-level warship—these were the combat ships they had never dealt with before.

At the same time, they also test-flew the independent operation unit ship, which is the small disc-like ship operated by only two to three persons, and attempted some different flight maneuvers.

Just as Feng Jun was amazed at how capable these people were, an accident occurred when a round disc-heavy struck the ground—not a power loss crash but purely a collision from flying the wrong direction.

Fortunately, the small disc had its energy shield on—this was repeatedly emphasized to the test pilots, consuming some energy blocks is trivial; safety is the priority.

Therefore, the small disc was only slightly damaged, and if the appearance is not considered, the loss is negligible. But notably, two test pilots were shocked and injured, one possibly with internal bleeding.

Upon hearing the news, even Beauty Lin couldn’t help but sigh, "These guys aren’t just normally reckless. I thought only rookies were like this, but turns out these elites are the same."

Feng Jun also had classmates in the military, and Xu Leigang was even a military offspring. He also knew soldiers’ attitude towards equipment—they only seek simplicity and efficiency, wear and tear are not considered.

The simplest example is "one-handed magazine change," which is not official operation, thus can cause snap wear of the magazine, but it’s indeed simple and practical, with excellent combat effectiveness, so... how big of a deal is snap wear?

Similarly, there’s the motor soldier who, if he keeps his military driving habits after discharge and works for a private boss, often gets the boss swearing.

So he shook his head with a laugh, "These people... really don’t treat their lives at all, do they?"

However, in the next moment, something even more laughable happened, someone contacted Beauty Lin, asking if the small disc could be repaired—as they haven’t learned to use the repair tools.

Feng Jun couldn’t help but criticize, "I thought it was a misoperation, turns out it’s extreme operation, incidentally finding someone to pay!"

Of course, with his statement, Beauty Lin certainly wouldn’t agree to this request.

On the fourth morning, the army began to try operating battalion-level wars, and Feng Jun had previously provided a wreck of such a wars, even if the model was a little different, they were generally similar.

This would also be the last project for the military to attempt, as operating regiment-level main battles is unlikely in the short term. Although there were two main battles, after all, these wars are capable of space transition.

Thus, they have already decided: before thoroughly mastering warships below battalion level, they would never easily activate regiment-level main battles.

In fact, the research institutions have been repeatedly applying: since there are two, why can’t we choose one for reverse engineering?

The military’s response was straightforward: When we’ve worn out one, we’ll naturally give it to you for reverse engineering!

Research institutions were nearly spitting blood: What we mainly want to reverse is the transition, you’ve worn it out, how can we still study?

However, the military had its deliberations, in a venue unknown to Feng Jun, someone had brought up a question: In the alien society where Feng Jun is, could he possibly meet an accident and die?

The people asking this question didn’t consider whether Feng Jun is loyal enough, nor did they hypothesize that he would one day stop bringing goods to Earth— this person may have many flaws and be self-centered, but his patriotic heart needs no suspicion.

So what they worry about is, once Feng Jun encounters a mishap there, there’s no one to bring back such advanced military equipment anymore.

Now the military has a ready-made, matching space fleet, but wanting to successfully reverse engineer takes no less than thirty to fifty years, so once these devices are exposed, to obtain new equipment shortly, they still have to rely on Feng Jun.

To the military, this is fundamentally not a money issue, as long as Feng Jun wants, no amount of money is a problem. However, he simply doesn’t lack money, so the only thing that could stop Feng Jun from serving the country is—unexpected death!

They particularly want to assign bodyguards to Feng Jun—those daring to use their bodies to block Muhai Bullets, escorting him to the alien land.

But unfortunately, Feng Jun didn’t approve, and as for that unknown world, everyone also has some speculation—only those possessing Feng Jun’s magical ability might possibly survive.

Therefore, the current choice for everyone is: if something happens, and the space fleet must be dispatched, a battalion-level unit is enough; the two regiment-level main battles will appear as the last trump card.

So now the test flight of battalion-level warships can be considered the final test, no need to fly too high, just need to start enabling some functions for proper testing.

However, just before dawn, news came: a sandstorm is approaching!

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