Zhang Ming stroked the metallic fuselage. It was constructed from certain expensive materials and possessed limited self-repair capabilities; even the engine inside required only foolproof maintenance.
He could not help marveling at the power of technology. The aerospace plane traveled sixty times faster than an ordinary ship. In other words, he would only need one or two years to reach the Macrosteel People's territory!
He would only need about three years to reach Turtle Island!
Then he asked in puzzlement, "But isn't this plane a little small? It only weighs 220 tons, and the cabin can't seat many passengers."
"Compared to a real aircraft carrier, isn't it two or three orders of magnitude smaller?"
Li Xianfeng gave a wry smile. "You're getting ahead of yourself. With human technology, making something that can fly continuously for ten years is already an incredible achievement. Do you really think we can build a mountain-sized Star Destroyer?"
"And that's with the technological explosion of the last thirty years. Look at this cooling system, this engine-they all use supernatural materials. They're extremely expensive!"
"We also used many advanced supernatural materials, such as flying snake phosphorus and mirror steel, to reduce the frictional resistance caused by the sound barrier, effectively controlling noise during flight."
He gently stroked the magnificent, metallic fuselage as though caressing a lover. Being able to manufacture something like this naturally gave him a great sense of accomplishment.
"That's why we need spatial technology. With spatial technology, even a small plane could hold enormous amounts of resources and people."
"Stop rushing me. Isn't that what we're here for?" Zhang Ming smiled and had Miss Gourd spit out an enormous emerald-green gourd. Its beautiful patterns were entirely natural, resembling Eight Trigrams seals and radiating a mysterious beauty.
The gourd was quite large. Its dark