Nearly another 28 hours passed, and the wind at sea grew stronger.
With Yang Yi and the others working overtime, the "new sails" were finally finished.
This was more convenient than commissioning Steam Island to produce them directly, because it had quite a few products waiting to be incubated. By the time his order went through and incubation and production were complete, he would have more or less finished making them himself.
They had made a total of 128 "parachutes" of different sizes, which needed to be installed at various points on the hull. By increasing or decreasing the number of parachutes, they could adjust the wind's effect.
There were four preset configurations to choose from: 16, 32, 64, and 128. That was enough for their needs, and all of them could maintain balance well, provided the wind did not change direction drastically.
Yang Yi decided to make a few more sets of these parachutes as spares, so that if any came loose or some other accident occurred, they could replace them at any time.
He left installation to the Iron Skeletons and the vines, with Xiaoji handling the arrangements, while he and Cui Xiya stayed behind to keep making them.
Two hours later.
All the "parachutes" were in place, and Yang Yi slipped out as well, leaving the production work to Cui Xiya.
"Raise the sails!"
At his command, 128 parachutes of different sizes rose at once. An Iron Skeleton was stationed at each location to control them, and sturdy vines let them fly.
In that instant, Yang Yi distinctly felt himself rise a short distance before stopping. Then the ship accelerated sharply, breaking straight through 100 knots and continuing to gain speed.
The wind had grown even stronger by now. They seemed to be heading deeper into this