Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

To most people, learning was a boring and painful process.

Especially in the teens and even children, almost everyone had been distracted in class.

It was the age of curiosity. Imagination was rich, and messy thoughts surged. It was said that most people had once stared at the ceiling fan that kept spinning in the classroom in boredom when they were in school.

Looking at the appliance that was spinning at a high speed and even swaying because it was old and stained with much black furry dust and filth, almost everyone had a question.

What would happen if this thing fell?

Classmates with overly imaginative imaginations must have fantasized more than once about the harmonious appearance of seeing red in the classroom and tomato juice everywhere on the wall. Such a crisis fantasy accompanied everyone's student era. Even if technology developed after graduation and the air conditioner and leafless fan gradually replaced the old fellows in the classroom, when they occasionally saw this classic appliance elsewhere, it would still bring back childhood memories.

Moreover, as they smiled, they moved further away from this thing.

However, they were thinking too much.

The design of the ceiling fan was all safe. Even if the fan leaf suddenly fell, it was unlikely to slash people into pieces, but injuries were certain.

—However, the propeller of a helicopter could do it.

The helicopter was a rotor aircraft. The rotor speed was about 300 to 400 rpm. Be it strength or speed, it was not something the ceiling fan in the classroom could compare to.

When he raised this archer high, Kang De recalled the old juicer at home.

He held the fruit he needed to squeeze and pressed it down. As he continuously pressed, the juice continuously squeezed out.

He grabbed that brother and raised him high, discovering that his body quickly disappeared with the increase in altitude. There was even no blood because everything dissipated in the violent wind raised by the high rotation speed of the propeller.

All of this happened too quickly and too terrifying. Ever since Kang De rushed to the glass cover, the pilot had been shocked. After Kang De grabbed his companion, the pilot subconsciously pulled the joystick and climbed and turned desperately. The helicopter continuously climbed and swayed in the air, trying to throw this guy who suddenly flashed over, but he could not.

The driver only cried out in surprise as he watched his companion being raised high.

Fortunately, he was only raised high. Due to the limited extension of Kang De's arm, he could not be raised too high. Although this archer and co-pilot were raised high, his testicles were not sawed.

Kang De clicked his tongue and threw down the remaining half of the corpse. He looked at the stunned driver and said amiably, "Friend, activate the ejection seat. I promise not to hunt you down."

Activate… my ass.

Not to mention that this Frenchman did not understand Chinese at all, even if he could, he could only curse.

Among the helicopters in the world, only the Russians had designed the ejection seat, and there were two solutions.

The first was to blow up the propeller first and eject the pilot.

The second was to use the gap between the rotors to eject the pilot, similar to the machine gun firing principle of the propeller plane during World War II.

Of course, this American helicopter called the Cobra did not have this function.

"That's a pity."

Kang De stretched out his hand and grabbed this brother. Amidst the other party's screams, he threw him down from the sky. "Get out of my helicopter!"

Immediately after, he jumped into the driver's seat and…

"…"

"Yes…"

Kang De looked at the dashboard and various buttons that were like an advanced mathematics test paper with an awkward expression. With a slight touch of the joystick, the helicopter jumped into the air. He was driven round and round. He pressed the small earpiece in his ear and asked, "I say, how can we stop this thing and land?"

This conversation was naturally sent back to his iron son and broadcast on the car stereo.

A moment later, Father Kang's worried and exasperated voice sounded, "Stop my ass! You've never learned it! You can't even drive the helicopter on the battlefield! Get out!"

The helicopter had two propellers and relied on several different forces to maintain its balance and maneuver. This meant that helicopter driving was much more difficult than fixed-wing aircraft, and it was even more troublesome to learn. Helicopter driving in the game had already been simplified to the point of no return. There were still many people who did not know how to drive.

"No, no, how embarrassing."

Kang De glanced up and down. At the very least, this thing was designed for normal humans. It was not like alien technology that he could not understand. He tried and barely understood a few useful items—left pedal, right pedal, joystick, periodic rod…

He carefully tested various operations and tried to control them.

The crystal from the black beast completely strengthened his physical fitness. It was not only strength but also mental intuition like perception. The Fire Thief's inheritance also gave him more detailed mental strength. Coupled with the fact that he was bold, he did not panic even if the helicopter flew blindly. In any case, it could not kill him.

Coupled with the fact that the computer flight control system of the modern helicopter could assist the pilot and automatically balance calibration, he carefully operated the newbie.

The results of the attempt were not bad.

He stepped on the right pedal, turned right, stepped on the left, and turned left.

The periodic lever pushed forward and pulled back. It tilted to the left and flew to the right…

The joystick pulled up and pushed down…

Hmm, it was quite a stupid operation…

Very good, very good. Then let's try to land the helicopter steadily on land!

—F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!

He jumped up and down along the way, swaying left and right. He finally gained some insight. Kang De took a deep breath and spread out his mental strength. He brought this attack helicopter to the white fog world. It was crooked and drifted all the way, throwing the helicopter onto the street.

Then, he blindly pressed the largest button and tried it. He finally turned this thing off—God knew what button he pressed—and he wanted to smash the propeller.

After jumping out of the cabin, Kang De looked at the big guy parked on the ground and exhaled.

If he wanted to bring this thing to the other world to fight the elves, at least for now, it was wishful thinking. Firstly, he did not know how to drive it. Secondly, he needed two people to drive it. Thirdly, modern war was fought through logistics and maintenance. The helicopter needed two pilots, but it needed a lot of ground crew, replacement parts, ammunition, and fuel.

Therefore, the current arms trade between countries did not sell weapons or follow-up services.

He slapped the shell of the helicopter hard.

However, it was not without gains.

The weapon system of the helicopter was one of the greatest gains.

The configured rocket launch nest was actually not worth mentioning. Kirov could obtain larger, more powerful, and large things. What really caught Kang De's eye was the M-35 cannon system of this helicopter.

Or rather, it was the 20mm autocannon of the General Electric M61A1 "Fire God" fixed under the short-winged rack.

This was the greatest gain.

He could buy ammunition from Kirov. This Russian's commercial status was not enough, and Kang De's international influence was not enough. He could not buy a killing weapon from the Russians, but he did not dare to sell weapons, but ammunition was fine.

He left.

Black light flashed. Kang De returned to Earth. The axe he had thrown had already fallen to the ground, so he appeared on the ground. He looked up and saw dust in front of him. Smoke rose everywhere. The base of the king's carriage was facing the sky. It was unknown if it had been blown up or collided.

On the other hand, Horus was advancing and firing. The machine gun roared. The remains of a few cars were ignited, and some mercenaries relied on the king's car to continuously fire at the Hummer. Two of them were still holding RPGs and carefully aiming.

Horus's voice sounded from the earpiece, "Father, when you return there, no one will care here. Your father is very anxious, so I destroyed the cars that were chasing. They overturned that armored SUV through rockets and impact earlier. After I fired and interfered, some people were killed. These people used that SUV as a cover. I can't change shape, so I didn't have a way for a moment."

Kang De nodded. "Leave it to me."

He kicked up a rock. It flew out and drew a parabola, landing close to the group of people.

When someone heard a small movement, he turned around and saw that there was no one. However, in the next moment, a black shadow flashed. Someone appeared out of thin air and grabbed his hair with one hand, knocking him into the loading deck of the SUV. Blood splashed.

The other mercenaries suddenly turned around and one of them immediately fired. Kang De grabbed the muzzle and swung back. Flames roared as the two of them were shot and fell. He reached out and snatched the rifle. He swung it back and struck the man in the head, knocking him to his knees. Then he threw the rifle and killed another person.

The two RPG brothers behind were at a loss. They did not know if they should throw away the RPG and pull out their guns or do something else.

In the next moment, Kang De turned around and snatched one of the people's rocket launchers. He propped it on the ground, grabbed the person's head, and stabbed it down. The super-caliber rocket crushed the person's teeth and tore his head.

He snatched the other one and kicked the RPG away. Then, he raised the rocket launcher and pulled the trigger. Blazing tail flames sprayed from behind the rocket launcher, spraying the two mercenaries behind him until they covered their faces and cried out in pain. The rocket that suddenly rushed out pierced the abdomen of the flying RPG and stuck in their bodies.

There was no explosion.

In an instant, the mercenaries who relied on the SUV to shoot were already dead.

Kang De kicked a corpse aside, then squatted down and used both hands to turn this super expensive armored SUV over. The door was locked, and he unloaded the entire door.

A black driver in a military uniform lay on the steering wheel. Kang De checked that the other party's neck was already broken. He had probably accidentally knocked into the steering wheel when the car was overturned earlier…

In the back seat, a black young man who was clearly much younger lay on his back. His lips were pale, and his abdomen was bandaged. Blood seeped out. He had clearly fallen unconscious.

The Hummer drove over and the door opened. Kang Jinzhu jumped out of the car and looked at Kang De first. Seeing that he was fine, he heaved a sigh of relief. He saw corpses on the ground, especially those abnormal deaths.

His face was a little ashen.

Kang De did not notice his father's strange expression. He said, "This is the king? He doesn't look good."

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