Get Out of My Helicopter!

For most people, learning is a tedious and painful process.

Especially during adolescence and even childhood, almost everyone has experienced daydreaming in class.

It's the age of curiosity, with a rich imagination and all sorts of random thoughts. It's said that most people have spent their school years staring idly at the constantly spinning ceiling fan in the classroom.

Looking at those high-speed spinning appliances, which sway back and forth due to their age and are covered with black fuzz and dust, almost everyone will have a question in their mind.

What would happen if this thing fell?

Students with overly vivid imaginations have surely fantasized more than once about the harmonious scene of bloodshed in the classroom and tomato juice stains all over the walls. This kind of crisis fantasy accompanies everyone's student days. Even after graduation, with the development of technology and the gradual replacement of the old-fashioned appliances in the classroom by air conditioners and bladeless fans, seeing these classic appliances in other places by chance will still evoke childhood memories.

And while laughing, they moved further away from that thing.

However, you're overthinking it.

Ceiling fans are designed with safety in mind. Even if the blades suddenly fall, it's unlikely to cut someone to pieces, but it's almost certain to cause serious injury or cuts.

--However, helicopter rotors can do that.

Helicopters are rotary-wing aircraft, with propellers rotating at approximately three to four hundred revolutions per minute. Their power and speed far surpass those of a classroom ceiling fan.

When Kang De lifted the archer guy high in the air, he was reminded of the old-fashioned juicer at home.

Hold the fruit you want to juice, press down, and keep pressing to extract the juice.

He grabbed the guy and lifted him up, only to find that the guy's body quickly disappeared as the altitude increased, without even a trace of blood, because everything vanished in the fierce winds generated by the high-speed propeller.

It all happened so fast and so terrifyingly. The pilot was startled the moment Kang De rushed to the glass dome. After Kang De pulled his companion out, the pilot instinctively pulled the control stick and desperately climbed and turned. The helicopter kept climbing and swaying wildly from side to side in the air, trying to shake off the guy who had suddenly appeared, but he couldn't.

The driver could only scream as he watched his companion being lifted high into the air.

Fortunately, it was just a matter of lifting him up. Due to Kang De's limited arm span, he couldn't be lifted too high. Although the shooter and co-pilot was lifted high, he wasn't sawed off.

Kang De clicked his tongue, threw down the remaining half of the corpse, looked at the terrified driver, and said kindly, "Friend, activate the ejection seat, I promise I won't chase you."

Start... my ass.

Not to mention that this France doesn't understand Chinese at all, even if he could, all he could do would be curse.

Of all the helicopters in the world, only the Russians have designed ejection seats, and they have two different designs.

The first method is to blow up the propeller first, and then eject the pilot.

The second method involves using the gaps in the propeller's rotation to eject the pilot, similar to the machine gun firing principle of propeller-driven aircraft during World War I and II.

This American helicopter, nicknamed Cobra, certainly didn't have that capability.

That would be a pity.

Kang De reached out, grabbed the guy, and amidst his screams, threw him straight down from the sky. "Get out of my helicopter, you idiot!"

He then jumped into the driver's seat, and then...

"..."

"Um..."

Kang De stared awkwardly at the instrument panel and various buttons that resembled a calculus exam paper. With a slight touch of the control stick, the helicopter began to spin in the air, pulling him around and around. He pressed the small earpiece next to his ear and asked, "Hey, how do I stop this thing and land?"

This conversation, of course, was relayed back to Iron Son and played on the car stereo.

A moment later, Papa Kang's worried and exasperated voice rang out. "Stop what?! You haven't even studied it! You can't even fly a helicopter properly in a battlefield! Get out here now!"

Helicopters have two rotors and rely on several different forces to maintain balance and maneuver, which means that helicopter piloting is much more difficult and more troublesome to learn than fixed-wing aircraft. The helicopter piloting in the game has been simplified to the extreme, but many people still can't fly it.

"No, no, that would be such a waste!"

Kang De glanced around and, thankfully, this thing was designed for normal humans, unlike alien technology that was incomprehensible. He tried it out and managed to figure out a few useful components—the left foot pedal, the right foot pedal, the joystick, the cycle lever...

He carefully experimented with various operations, attempting to gain control.

The crystal from the Black Beast comprehensively enhanced his physical attributes, not only his strength but also his mental intuition and perception. The Fire Thief's legacy also gave him more refined mental power. Coupled with his high skill and daring, he didn't panic even if the helicopter flew around erratically, knowing he wouldn't die from the crash.

In addition, the computer flight control system of modern helicopters can assist the pilot and automatically perform balance calibration, so he carefully performed the novice operation.

The experiment yielded good results.

Step on the right pedal to turn the motor head to the right, and step on the left pedal to turn it to the left.

Pushing the lever forward moves it forward, pulling it back moves it backward, moving it to the left makes it veer to the left, and moving it to the right makes it fly to the right...

Pulling the joystick up raises the direction of movement, pushing it down lowers it...

Yeah, it's a pretty foolproof operation...

Great, fantastic! Now try landing the helicopter smoothly on land!

--Holy crap!

After leaping and bounding, swaying left and right, and staggering along the way, Kang De finally gained some experience. He took a deep breath, dispersed his mental energy, and brought the attack helicopter to the White Mist World. He wobbled and drifted all the way, crashing and slamming the helicopter onto the street.

Then he randomly pressed the largest button, trying different things, and finally managed to turn it off—heaven knows what button he pressed—he wanted to smash the propeller.

Jumping out of the cabin, Kang De looked at the huge machine parked on the ground and exhaled.

Taking this thing to another world to fight elves is, at least for now, wishful thinking. First, no one knows how to fly it; second, it requires two people to fly it; and third—modern warfare is all about logistics and maintenance. Helicopters need two pilots, but even more so, they need a huge number of ground crew, replacement parts, and ammunition and fuel.

Therefore, modern arms trade between countries doesn't involve selling weapons, but rather after-sales services.

He slapped the helicopter's exterior hard.

But this was not without its gains.

The helicopter's own weapon system is one of the biggest gains.

The rocket launchers were actually insignificant; Kirov could get much more powerful and numerous rockets. What truly Kang De's eye was the helicopter's M-35 Cannon System.

Or, to put it another way, it was the General Electric M61A1 "Vulcan" 20mm cannon fixed under the stub wing pylon.

That's the biggest takeaway.

Ammunition could be bought from Kirov —the Russians don't have enough commercial standing, and Kang De himself doesn't have enough international influence to buy weapons of mass destruction from them. But while they wouldn't dare sell weapons, they could sell ammunition.

I'm outta here.

With a flash of black light, Kang De returned to Earth. The axe he had thrown had already fallen to the ground, so he appeared on the ground. Looking up, he saw a thick cloud of smoke and dust ahead, and the king's carriage was upside down, completely overturned, whether from an explosion or a collision, he didn't know.

Horus, meanwhile, was firing on the move, his machine guns roaring, several vehicles ablaze, and some mercenaries using the king's chariot as cover to keep firing at the Humvee. Two men were even carefully aiming their RPGs.

Horus's voice came through the earpiece. "Father, you went back there, and no one is taking care of things here. Your father is very anxious, so I destroyed those vehicles that were chasing us. They had previously used rockets and ramming to flip that armored SUV over—after I opened fire, some people were killed. These people were using that SUV as cover. I can't transform, so I couldn't do anything for the time being."

Kang De nodded. "Leave it to me."

He kicked a stone, which flew through the air in an arc and landed near the group of people.

Hearing a slight noise, one person turned around and saw no one there. But the next moment, a dark shadow flashed, and someone appeared out of thin air, grabbing his hair and slamming him into the armored plate of the SUV, causing blood to spurt out.

The other mercenaries turned around abruptly, and one of them immediately fired. Kang De grabbed the muzzle, swung it backward, and with a roar of gunfire, two men fell to the ground, shot. He then snatched the rifle, swung it backhand, and struck the man squarely on the head, knocking him to his knees. He then threw the rifle, killing another man.

The two guys behind him, who were using RPGs, were at a loss, unsure whether to drop their RPGs, draw their guns, or do something else.

The next moment, Kang De turned around, snatched a rocket launcher from one of the men, propped it on the ground, grabbed the man's head and slammed it down. The over-caliber rocket crushed the man's teeth and tore his head apart.

He grabbed another one, kicked the RPG guy away, then raised the rocket launcher and pulled the trigger. A fierce flame shot out from the back of the rocket launcher, making the two mercenaries behind him cover their faces and scream in pain. The rocket that shot out pierced through the abdomen of the flying RPG guy and got stuck in his body.

There was no explosion.

In an instant, all the mercenaries who had been using the SUV for firing were dead.

Kang De kicked a corpse aside, then squatted down, used his hands to flip the extremely expensive armored SUV over, locked the doors, and then removed the entire door.

A Black driver in military uniform was slumped over the steering wheel. Kang De checked him and found his neck was broken; he had probably hit the steering wheel accidentally when the vehicle was overturned earlier...

In the back seat, a much younger Black man lay on his back, his lips pale, his abdomen bandaged and bleeding, clearly unconscious.

The Humvee pulled up, the door opened, and Kang Jinzhu jumped out. He first checked on Kang De, and seeing that Kang De was alright, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he saw a pile of corpses, especially those that had unusual deaths.

His face was somewhat ashen.

Kang De, oblivious to his father's unusual behavior, remarked, "Is that the King? He doesn't look good."

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PS1: Second update, 3000 words... Time for bed, goodnight.