Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 267 Flight Training
Gunshots rang out from outside the door. Violet, holding a QBA221 shotgun, began to smash the magic shield.

“However, there is actually a problem with this blueprint.” Newman suddenly smiled mysteriously, pointing his bone claw to one of the walls marked as 2.7 meters wide. “For example, here, although both the marking and the actual construction are 2.7 meters, I drew the line segment as 2.8 meters long on the blueprint.”

Newman picked up a pen and began making rapid corrections on the drawings. As he scribbled, a subtle gap suddenly appeared between a wall and the adjacent building.

He made more than a dozen similar modifications, and soon, a mysterious cavity that was not connected to any of the rooms appeared in the middle of the originally messy and irregular group of cells.

"You secretly hid a secret room in the middle of the cells!" Su Ming was somewhat surprised. This would indeed save a lot of trouble, but—

"How do we get into this secluded room that's isolated from everything around us?" he asked.

“Dig it from above,” Newman said casually, pointing to the top of the map. “The secret room is right below the dormitory building.”

"Ouch!" Violet suddenly cried out outside. A piece of shrapnel had been bounced back by the shield and left a red mark on the girl's head.

Both of them saw this scene from the window, and then simultaneously turned their heads away quickly.

“If I smile with my back to her, she’ll see, won’t she?” Newman said.

“Yes.” Su Ming nodded with a straight face; his omniscient vision was indeed domineering. “So don’t hold back.”

The two men slapped the table and burst into laughter.

Zijin snorted angrily and continued firing her gun.

****
Inside the prison's dormitory area, staff members respectfully received Archbishop Stanton. In the spacious reception hall, coal flames roared, making the room incredibly warm.

"Give me a room on the lowest floor," Stanton said after looking around. "I don't like staying on high floors."

The clerk bowed slightly. "There are vacant rooms on the first floor. If you don't mind, I'll take you to choose one right away."

Stanton shook his head. "Isn't there a basement floor downstairs? Just put me there."

The clerk immediately looked troubled. He rubbed his hands together and carefully explained, "Your Excellency Archbishop Stanton, the basement is just a storage room for miscellaneous items. If our superiors find out that we have been so disrespectful to you, they will surely reprimand us severely for our poor hospitality."

Stanton stroked his chin thoughtfully, then suddenly pointed to Yuya beside him, "Surely it's not a problem to put her in the basement?"

Yuya was just an ordinary priestess, so adjusting her residence wasn't a big problem.

“Yuya,” Stanton turned to his companion, a sly glint in his eyes, “if I can’t sleep on the first floor tonight, I’ll come downstairs to chat with you.”

"It's my honor!" Yuya bowed respectfully, whispering at the same time, [You dare touch me with your claws!]

The clerk suddenly realized—the two wanted to play some tricks, which was why they insisted on choosing a well-insulated cellar.

He immediately stopped talking and took Yuya to choose a location in the basement. He also helped her move her luggage, allowing her to move down from her original dormitory on the third floor.

Stanton, satisfied, pulled out a fine cigar and tossed it to the clerk. "Good eye, not bad!"

"Praise be to the light!" The clerk bowed as he accepted the tip, his face beaming. "Ensuring your well-being, Archbishop, is our duty!"

****
Earth, conference room.

Su Ming will simultaneously send detailed data on the attack test of the mini version of "Holy Antelope Horn" to Harvest.

The representative, who identified himself as the "director of Fengshou Agricultural Machinery Factory," was very surprised: "The QBA221 shotgun, firing seven consecutive 18.3mm rounds at close range, can't penetrate a shield with a strength of one-thousandth?"

Proportionally speaking, this performance is far superior to a mage's personal shield!

“The shield generated by the magical defense device is completely different from the personal shield of a mage. The energy flow rate is dozens of times faster,” Su Ming explained. “The energy lost by the magical shield when it is attacked will be replenished from other areas within a few milliseconds.”

In otherworldly magical technology, magical devices are an important area. However, due to the high difficulty of manufacturing and the high cost of use, only powerful organizations can afford to use them.

This is also why even the strongest individuals in other worlds will not easily provoke various forces.

Fengshou understood, "So either increase the rate of fire, such as using a 12.7mm caliber machine gun with a rate of fire of 3000 rounds per minute; or increase the caliber so that the shield doesn't have time to replenish its energy and can be penetrated with a single shot!"

"That's basically it," Su Ming said.

However, this analysis is based on a test model of one in a thousand. If facing the real "Holy Antelope Horn," the weapon's power must reach a certain threshold.

Rapid fire at this level is impractical, so the only option is to increase the power of a single shot to blast through the defensive shield in one go.

"We need a big one!" Su Ming said.

"No problem, this is our main business!"

Fengshou quickly organized a team to calculate, and the final theoretical calculation showed that a weapon with an explosive yield of 2 tons of TNT was needed to hit the three locations Newman mentioned at the same time.

"That means we need six precision-guided weapons with a yield of 10 tons of TNT each, right?" Harvest concluded.

Su Ming looked at it again and confirmed the result. "Didn't we calculate 3 missiles, 2 tons of yield?"

"Don't you consider leaving a little bit of redundancy?" Harvest asked curiously.

"...There's no way you'd do something with ten times the redundancy!"

“Abundance is beauty, and abundance brings peace of mind,” Fengshou advised.

"No, no, no, I need to reserve resources for other matters!" Su Ming decisively rejected the tempting offer. "Next, we'll review the calculations we just did, and then design a verification experiment." He made his decision. "If there are no errors, then we only need three 3-ton TNT equivalent bombs!"

Fengshou reluctantly nodded in agreement.

"At the same time, the attack plan must be able to support my current system and be implemented in the most convenient way," Su Ming added.

"Understood. We'll organize a technical team immediately to tackle the technical challenges and complete the development as soon as possible!" Fengshou closed his notebook and stood up.

The two shook hands and said goodbye.

****
Su Ming did not immediately disconnect because a fixed-wing drone operation course was scheduled for today.

He went to the training room next door, greeted the instructor, and then sat in the flight simulator. While reviewing the training records, Su Ming noticed several highly rated records.

"Is anyone else training?" Su Ming asked curiously. Although others could use the simulator when he wasn't around, Ling Wen and the others probably wouldn't allow it for safety reasons.

"It was Miss Qiu who flew," the instructor replied, his tone tinged with admiration. "She's incredibly talented!"

"I saw you were learning so enthusiastically, so I couldn't resist giving it a try," Miao Xin said. "It felt pretty simple."

【Simple?】 Su Ming's hand paused.

"Keep it up, Su!" the instructor encouraged. "Miss Qiu has already qualified for practical training."

On the simulation training equipment interface, Su Ming made a mistake and crashed the machine. "...How about you give me a more advanced AI to control it?" Su Ming suggested.

"Large-scale artificial intelligence models require a lot of computing power. Do you have enough computing resources right now?" Ji Su asked.

Su Ming sighed. If he had computing power resources, he would have started many things long ago.

"Moreover, the performance of AI depends on training with a large amount of real data," Ji Su continued. "The gravity, air pressure, and air density are different between the two worlds. The models here cannot be used directly in the other world."

"So I have to fly myself before I can have the data to correct the AI?" Su Ming asked.

"More or less." Ji Su nodded.

Su Ming sighed helplessly and continued to bury himself in his training.

“From an investment perspective, we think it’s worthwhile,” Ji Su continued. “The data collected is crucial for the formation of the subsequent drone combat system! And—” Ji Su paused, “you’ll be flying that big guy in the future, right?”

Su Ming then remembered the photos Feng Shou had shown him before, and nodded, "Indeed!"

"So now we need to start with drones to get in touch with and understand fixed-wing aircraft."

"……Understood."

"Actually, Su, you're already learning very quickly," the coach comforted her. "Of course, Miss Qiu's situation... is indeed outside the normal range."

****
The simulation training course did not last long. After Su Ming was able to complete takeoff and landing, the instructors immediately moved on to actual aircraft operation training.

In the instructor's words, "Nothing beats the thrill of flying a real aircraft during a simulation training session!"

Su Ming has no objection.

So a day later, at a flight training ground in a desolate area, Su Ming sat in front of a control panel with an excellent view in the control tower.

From here, you can overlook the entire runway and apron. The wind blows across the apron, swirling up clumps of dry grass, and ground crew are preparing the aircraft, their uniforms flapping back and forth in the wind.

The instructor patted the little troublemaker on the shoulder and said, "Fly with confidence, fall as much as you want! There's plenty!"

“If you don’t care, then I don’t mind at all,” Su Ming said.

However, forcing growth always comes at a price. When Su Ming crashed his third drone, Miao Xin, who had been floating cross-legged to the side, finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

[Hahaha, another stall!] Miss Ghost laughed heartily, her semi-transparent figure swaying back and forth in the air. [The third million has gone down the drain!]

This drone is quite large, and considering the harsh weather conditions and complex terrain of the snow-capped mountain region, it has undergone many special constructions. Even with specially rewritten flight control assistance, it still takes time to get used to it.

Or rather, the technical team was using Su Ming to deliberately expose problems with the aircraft, so they could keep up with and adjust the hardware and software.

But comparisons are odious; in the same situation, Miao Xin has never crashed!

"Don't ignore the rate of descent when you're focusing on airspeed," the instructor pointed out, frowning. "You seem to easily confuse some parameters."

“The images I see through Little Trouble are all in black and white,” Su Ming explained. “And the screen flickers a bit in my field of vision.”

Su Ming wasn't operating the plane in his physical form, but rather indirectly controlling the control console on Earth through Xiao Citou.

"Miao Xin, how did you solve this problem?" he asked.

"I'm used to black and white vision all day long," Miao Xin replied. "You haven't practiced enough!"

****
The fourth drone was pushed onto the runway, and in the strong wind, the ground crew started the single propeller at the tail of the drone.

Su Ming began executing the takeoff checklist, his fingers moving rapidly across the control panel to confirm the aircraft's status one by one.

"How have you been lately?" Su Ming asked Miao Xin casually.

"It's alright." Miao Xin floated to Su Ming's side. "Studying the resentment marks, being a cadaver for scientists, strolling around and watching movies wearing silicone simulated skin, watching risqué live streams—it's quite enjoyable—how about you?"

"It feels like I'm back to working in a factory," Su Ming sighed. "The kind where I'm rushing to meet orders every day."

Miao Xin burst into laughter again upon hearing this.

Su Ming suddenly reached out and flicked her wrist as if in a prank, and Miss Ghost immediately began to spin in the air like a top.

"Hey!" Miao Xin shouted, trying to steady herself.

This time it was Su Ming's turn to burst into laughter. [Sorry, it was a slip of the hand!]

"Even ghosts get dizzy spinning like that!" Miao Xin complained angrily as she finally managed to stop spinning in mid-air. Even the Ghost Sea trembled with her movements.

In response to Su Ming's black-and-white vision problem, the technicians optimized the human-computer interaction interface of the control panel and even replaced it with a monitor that uses a different working principle.

Su Ming's performance improved this time. After crashing the fourth aircraft, the fifth one landed successfully. Although the touchdown was bumpy and the nose landing gear was clearly damaged, the overall performance met the acceptable standard.

"Good job, landing in 15 knots of crosswind, handled it very well." The coach praised him, marking several checkmarks on the score sheet. "Correct crab approach, timely crosswind correction, stable directional control, and standard touchdown position."

****
Su Ming was immune to this kind of baby-coaxing encouragement. He nodded without much expression, turned the plane around on the spot, and planned to fly it again.

But just halfway through the taxiing, the drone's front landing gear suddenly broke. The aircraft immediately came to rest on the runway, its metal fuselage slid across the ground, sending sparks flying.

Su Ming immediately reduced the throttle, fed the propeller, and controlled the rudder to maintain direction, eventually coming to a stop on the grass.

Ground staff immediately went forward to check the situation, and a series of questions came through the walkie-talkie.

The drone wasn't badly damaged; the propeller was at the tail and hadn't touched the ground. Ground crew cleaned up the scene and pulled out another drone.

The instructor looked puzzled and started analyzing the flight data.

"Could the landing gear have been damaged during touchdown?" he frowned. "But it shouldn't have broken!"

Su Ming realized the reason and immediately glared at the vengeful spirit next to him.

Miao Xin floated in the air, shaking her head and responding with an innocent expression.

"Your 'Calamity Mark' has improved quite a bit," Su Ming said.

Of course, I'm very diligent.

Suddenly, Su Ming seemed to realize something, raising an eyebrow. "Hey, Miao Xin, did those five planes I flew before all crash for the same reason?"

"Don't try to shift the blame!" Miao Xin immediately retorted, dissatisfied. "If I really caused trouble, not a single one of your planes would be flying!"

(End of this chapter)