novel bin Chapter 112 Preparing for Satellite Launch
Chapter 112 Preparing for Satellite Launch
Lin Mo placed the books, each exuding the fragrance of ink and wood, into a scanner.
A pale blue beam of light swept across the pages of the book, and the elven text and illustrations on the page were quickly converted into a data stream and transmitted to the tablet computer in front of him.
A complex program interface unfolds, with countless characters scrolling rapidly across the screen, being compared, and recombined to finally form unfamiliar sentences.
"AI, I will now translate this text. Please help me organize it and build a vocabulary database and grammatical model based on the translated words and phrases I provide."
"Received. Scanned document identified. Currently undergoing optimization and processing to avoid duplicate translations..."
Lin Mo held the tablet and began reading aloud the scanned sentences that had been processed by the AI.
"There are six major races on the continent of Terra. Among them, the goblins were wiped out in a two-hundred-year war against the demons, and the dragons..."
As he read, the AI on the tablet computer proofread his text.
For the next few hours, Lin Mo acted as a patient reader, pronouncing and translating the sentences compiled by the AI into Chinese.
For example, in Chinese, there are a total of 8105 characters. He only needs to input these characters and their pronunciations.
As for some rare and uncommon characters, they can be entered separately later.
With him as a "living dictionary," AI's learning efficiency has increased exponentially.
"The accuracy and progress of the translation matrix have improved to 52%...78%...85%..."
Seeing the numbers on the screen climbing rapidly, Lin Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief.
With this, the subsequent weapon manuals and operation manuals will have a foundation.
The weapons and equipment that were sold will soon be able to demonstrate their true power on the continent of Terra.
While Lin Mo was busy with language translation, the scene inside the portal was completely different.
The vast underground space was brightly lit.
Accompanied by the heavy sound of hydraulic rods and the roar of tracks crushing the ground, a strangely shaped super-heavy transport vehicle slowly drove out from the blue light curtain of the space gate.
The vehicle's tires were very low, and the rocket on it was just below the height of the portal.
It carries the segmented, packaged white behemoth—the body of the Long March 11 carrier rocket.
It is 20.8 meters long, 2 meters in diameter, has a takeoff mass of 57.6 tons, and a LEO payload capacity of 700 kg. Of course, this payload capacity will be greatly reduced in Terra.
"Slow down! Car number three, slow down! Keep your distance!"
"Fuel pack ready! One last check of the new high-energy propellant filling process!"
Dozens of engineers and technicians in specially designed work clothes were busily working around this behemoth.
In the distance, a simple but sturdy launch platform has risen from the ground, and many people are busy working on it.
"Old Wang, is this new fuel powerful enough?" a young engineer called out to the experienced worker next to him as he tightened a bolt.
"I heard this planet is twice the size of our hometown, let's not shoot half of it and it crashes down."
The experienced craftsman didn't even look up, his wrench moving with lightning speed.
"Nonsense! The formula specially formulated by the big shots at the Academy of Sciences was adapted to the size and environment here."
"Let alone sending a satellite up, even if we used this rocket as a missile, one launch could blast this continent through."
"Hehe, that's great!" the young man laughed.
"Is one satellite enough?"
"There's no other way. The orbit is too high, and the portal limits the size of the rocket, so we have to reduce the payload capacity."
"Once we've established a firm foothold here, we'll be sending four or eight satellites at a time into space."
"By then, we'll know exactly which rabbit on this continent has let out an extra fart."
"Old Wang, I feel like I'm dreaming! Teleportation portals and alien planets—I've never dreamed of anything this outrageous! It's so cool!"
"Haha, who can argue with that? To be selected in the first batch, your ancestors' graves are probably on fire, let alone emitting smoke!"
The experienced craftsman straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and gazed at the white section of the rocket that was already being hoisted onto the launch pad.
On the rocket, the bright red national flag and the four large characters "Da Xia Aerospace" shone brightly under the unfamiliar starry sky of the Terra continent.
Tomorrow, it will pierce the sky of this magical world, serving as the eye of the Great Xia Dynasty and illuminating the mist.
The day after the portal opened.
The morning sun shone on the nascent steel camp, and everything was in perfect order.
Archbishop Kyle and Elder Muyu were sitting in the makeshift dining hall, enjoying breakfast provided by Great Xia.
Steamed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk, pickled rice cakes, tofu pudding... they ate with great relish.
"Praise be to the divine light! I never imagined that food could be made to such an extent."
Kyle mixed the tofu pudding with pickled radish, soy sauce, and other side dishes, and then elegantly put it into his mouth.
He closed his eyes, looking completely relaxed.
This scene made Elder Muyu's lips twitch. He silently added another spoonful of white sugar to his tofu pudding and stirred it.
"Your Excellency, this tastes best when it's sweet."
Kyle glanced at him.
"Your way of eating is heretical, I refuse."
Elder Muyu: "..."
Suddenly, shouts from soldiers came from afar.
"Everyone back off! Maintain a safe distance!"
"The wind-powered airship is about to take off! Unauthorized personnel, please stand back!"
Kyle and Elder Muyu turned their heads simultaneously to look at the source of the commotion.
In the center of the camp, a colossal object they had never seen before was slowly rising.
The object's main body resembled a giant white spindle, with three slender blades fixed in the middle, which were gently rotating with the airflow.
Operated by dozens of soldiers, the huge airbag was continuously inflated, lifting the entire structure off the ground and slowly rising upwards.
Below, several thick cables and ropes are taut and firmly anchor it in mid-air.
"What is that? Some kind of alchemical levitation device?" Kyle stood up, his face full of confusion.
Elder Mu Yu also narrowed his eyes, sensing the steady airflow around that thing.
"The people of Daxia have created so many strange things."
The airship rose higher and higher, soon becoming a white dot suspended a thousand meters in the air.
The soldiers below cheered, as if they had succeeded.
Within that thick, black cable, the familiar power of 'lightning' appeared.
"Oh, how amazing! The people of Great Xia have mastered the power of lightning to an unparalleled degree!"
Kyle sighed. After yesterday's "electrotherapy"-style research, he felt that he had touched the threshold, but there was still a long way to go before he could invent lightning magic.
The two men shifted their gaze from the airship high in the sky to the steel spire pointing straight to the sky in the distance—the launch platform for the carrier rocket.
Inside the platform, a large object stands quietly.
Whether it's the 'white spear' about to pierce the sky, or the giant spindle suspended high in the air.
Their size and the engineering knowledge they embody far exceed the understanding of Elder Muyu and Kyle.
Absolutely breathtaking!
At this moment, Elder Muyu even began to doubt himself.
Was it really the right thing to let the people of Great Xia set foot on the continent of Terra?
He quickly dismissed the idea, for the demise of the elves was already foreseeable without the intervention of new forces.