Chapter 620

Chapter 620: Harvest

Two shiny engines, capable of reflecting shadows, were covered with transparent plastic wrap, having just been taken out of the dust-free workshop.

“Just a reminder, those engines won’t work in your fighter jet!”

Noticing Lin Mo’s expression, Major General Sun suddenly thought of something, clearing his throat and quietly saying to Lin Mo.

According to reliable intelligence, the fact that this kid could even obtain American fighter jet engines showed he had significant influence. He shouldn’t set his sights on their Aerospace Department’s treasures, as that would truly be bringing wolves into the house.

“Hmm!”

Lin Mo nodded noncommittally, holding the documentation and comparing it against the physical engines. Although the documents had diagrams, nothing could match the directness of seeing the actual objects.

Anyone who thought a plasma engine was advanced and tried to force it onto a fighter jet would likely end up with a plane that could only groan on the ground; that would be a foolish move.

Others stared at him intently without blinking.

After a moment of comparison, Lin Mo set the documents down, walked up, and reached out to lift the plastic wrap.

The technicians’ expressions changed, and they hurried to stop him.

It was unacceptable to touch; what if he damaged it? This was a high-precision space engine—how could it be handled by hand?

Ordinary people weren’t even allowed to glance from afar.

The soldiers on guard tensed up immediately, hands on their rifles, ready to chamber rounds at any moment.

“Let him look!” Major General Sun timely waved his hand, stopping the technician who was about to speak.

Lin Mo seemed oblivious to the expressions on the technicians’ and soldiers’ faces. He uncovered the transparent plastic, casually tapped on the engine’s surface, and his watch intentionally or unintentionally brushed against the outer shell of the engine.

“Open everything up! I want to confirm the locations of the materials used for the components.”

Lin Mo said, casting an inquiring glance at Major General Sun. After all, the decision rested with him; Lin Mo was merely assisting, and whether that assistance would be welcomed depended entirely on the cooperation received.

Major General Sun hesitated for a moment, but considering the two space engines were currently stalled due to material issues, it was vital to see if Lin Mo could produce the alloy formulas. Such formulas were extremely precise; even a slight error wouldn’t be acceptable.

“Alright! I’ll let you see the internal structure, but there’s limited time. I can only show you the general layout; some components require specialized disassembly equipment, so I can’t have everything taken apart here.”

Major General Sun nodded and turned to the technicians, saying, “Disassemble!”

In fact, if the documents in Lin Mo’s hands fell into the hands of the Aerospace Department of another country, after a year and a half of study, they could easily replicate an identical space engine.

Now that things had come to this point, they naturally weren’t afraid of this final step.

Several technicians exchanged glances, wondering who this young man was that he was allowed to see the internal structure of the engine. The documents in his hands seemed to outline parts of the engine.

“Go ahead!” A slightly older technician lifted the front of his dust-proof suit, revealing a pouch hanging at his waist. He pulled out a mask to cover his mouth and nose, along with various portable tools of different sizes.

As a technician, it had become habit to carry these essential tools. Despite the dust-proof suit, he had pulled out numerous surprising specialized tools and mini-devices, appearing ready for disassembly and repair.

Perhaps due to his deep understanding of the structure, the technician worked quickly, and in a short time, Lin Mo got to see the true appearance of the engine.

Details about all of the engine’s components were marked with alloy formulas and technical parameters in the documentation. After examining for a while, Lin Mo said, “Find me a pen!”

“Do you have such formulas?”

Now it was Major General Sun’s turn to be excited. Seeing Lin Mo nod, he breathed a long sigh of relief. Another difficult hurdle had been overcome, ensuring that the ongoing aerospace conference would not be hindered and that the "Not Zhou Mountain" plan could proceed step by step.

“The indicators you proposed are flawed; they’re too low.” Lin Mo took the pen handed to him by the technician and began rewriting on the document. Dense text quickly filled the page, making it hard to distinguish the original printed words, but it didn’t affect the readability of the restructured notes.

“What? Too low?”

Major General Sun’s eyes nearly bulged out.

“Absolutely! I previously studied the AL-31FN and WS-15 engines, along with the pulse detonation engine. Material quality is a prerequisite. Although I haven’t directly worked with magnetic plasma engines, I learned quite a bit during my time at the aerospace training center. Your specifications have too little redundancy, some heat resistance, corrosion resistance, and wear resistance indicators are too low, and some have insufficient rigidity. Most critically, you have wrongfully designed the resonance points for the engine at full power. Luckily, I reviewed it! There’s still a chance for correction.”

“What? What? What?”

Major General Sun could hardly believe that two seemingly perfect engines had so many flaws. He looked at Lin Mo incredulously, wondering if this young man was deliberately misleading him.

“Hmm! You can start assembling now!” Lin Mo replied without looking up, the pen in his hand scratching away at the paper.

Moments later, a technician announced, “Half an hour is up; we need to reclaim the engines.”

Sure enough, they wouldn’t give even a second longer.

“I’m done!” Lin Mo sighed deeply, put down the pen, returned it to the technician, and then shoved the documents into Major General Sun’s hands. “Mission accomplished!”

“This is it?”

Major General Sun looked at the page filled with black ink from the pen, feeling a bit dizzy. The results clearly exceeded the original requirements, containing numerous material improvements, with formula ratios refined to the thousandths place.

The two engines, not yet fully reassembled, were taken away under armed escort, with not a single flaw. Even if someone tried to steal them, they would risk damaging the engines and facing heavy resistance.

PERFECT!

With this mission accomplished, Major General Sun held the documents in his hands like a precious treasure, waving toward a corner of the room where there seemed to be a surveillance camera.

Sure enough, moments later, a major officer entered from outside.

“Deliver this to the technical department for verification! Make sure to keep it confidential and the highest level of secrecy,” Major General Sun solemnly handed over the documents. He believed that after evaluation, if they met the original requirements, they could quickly go to the special smelting plant for synthesis challenges.

“Thank you so much this time.” Major General Sun expressed his gratitude to Lin Mo as they walked back the way they came, repeatedly saying how much help Lin Mo had provided.

Alloy formulas require numerous experiments to establish, and before they can be put to use, they are definitely expensive.

Just like iron with varying carbon content, its properties can differ greatly, and both high and low carbon amounts cannot create better-quality steel.

Major General Sun had considered extracting all the alloy formulas from Lin Mo’s mind, but that idea only briefly crossed his mind; the cost was simply too high.

“No need to thank me!”

Lin Mo followed back to the administrative building of the training center, thinking about the rewards in Gold Coins.

He had obtained the design plans for the two sets of engines, which was another significant gain. Technically and operationally, these engines were indeed stronger than the F119-PW-100 vector thrust engines he stole from the Americans, but as Major General Sun pointed out, they were not quite suitable for the “monstrous.”

Even if they could be forced to work, only the pulse detonation engine would fit, but that meant first having to remove the F119-PW-100 vector thrust engine, increasing the number of modifications needed, such as adjusting the shape of the tail nozzle, tweaking the fuel tank, and resetting the parameters of the operating system.

A visit to the depths of the aerospace training center revealed to Lin Mo a glimpse of the Aerospace Department’s capabilities. He once again engaged in intense duels with Colonel Jiang, gaining deeper insights into the aerial knight tactics of this world.

His fighting style in the simulator became increasingly fierce, with attacks often resulting in a single move—capitalizing on the opponent’s unguarded moments and delivering deadly strikes, each battle never lasting more than thirty seconds.

The knightly combat emphasized all-out attacks; it was either life or death, which was clearly displayed in aerial combat.

Colonel Jiang felt his heart racing as he witnessed Lin Mo’s rapid progress. He saw an aerial combat master emerging from Lin Mo.

Various unseen air combat skills appeared to have crossed over from another world, filled with imagination and astonishing effectiveness, as if they had been forged through countless trials, forming a complete aerial combat system.

After editing and compiling, the instructional videos created from the battle videos of domestic fighters against foreign ones had been sold at a high price within the Aerospace Department, perfectly aligned with the high-investment, high-return characteristics of the aerospace industry.

A few released preview clips immediately attracted orders from various aviation units across the air force. Such large-scale multi-model confrontations could be said to be unprecedented, showcasing all the pros and cons of various fighters and combat skills under the world’s most advanced simulators. The operational procedures within the cockpit and discussions of post-battle tactical concepts were also thoroughly covered.

It was like having memorized three hundred Tang poems—you might not be able to compose poetry, but you could recite. If someone could master these techniques, it significantly raised their chances of reaching ace pilot level—this series of “Ace Express” video discs was bound to become a bestseller.

Naturally, the training center didn’t forget to share some profits with Lin Mo and Colonel Jiang. The two of them knowingly accepted this unexpected gain.

After twenty days at the aerospace training center, Lin Mo and Colonel Jiang finally concluded this legendary ace duel of the highest intensity in history, returning to their respective units with a wealth of achievements.

“I say, Lin Mo, what treasures have you brought back this time?”

Old Pan, the Aircrew Group leader, pointed at several high-security transport boxes in the hangar, with a few soldiers standing guard around the clock, feeling a wave of weakness wash over him.