On Feng Jun's first day in the Lakemarta Desert, he heard that a sandstorm might occur. His response had been very firm: qualified soldiers should not be flowers raised in a greenhouse!
However, no news of any sandstorm came over the following days, so he stopped taking it seriously. Whether it came or not made no difference.
But encountering this on the final day of test flights gave him a headache: he had already been idle here for far too long.
That was right. Over these four days, although some minor problems had arisen during testing, none had been serious enough to require his intervention. All he could do was continuously materialize various documents and occasionally visit other places.
He did not particularly enjoy that kind of life, but he also understood the significance of his presence in the Lakemarta Desert. He could only quietly tell himself: just this once. There definitely would not be a next time.
Now, just as they were about to wrap things up, this news arrived. It truly irritated him somewhat. "When will the sandstorm arrive? How strong will it be?"
"It is confirmed to be above Force Nine, with the uncertain characteristics of a whirlwind." Lin Beauty looked very serious. "It should arrive around eleven o'clock at noon. As for how long it will last... optimistically, it should be under twelve hours."
Feng Jun bared his teeth. "And pessimistically?"
"Pessimistically, twenty-four hours," Lin Beauty replied with a frown. "The dusty weather here has obvious regional microclimate characteristics, making precise judgment and analysis extremely difficult. And after the sandstorm, there will also be a recovery period."
Feng Jun frowned. "So, to be safe, test-fly the day after tomorrow?"
"Even test-flying the day after tomorrow carries a certain degree of risk." Lin Beauty's expression was solemn.