62: Chapter 62 The Challenge of the Wind

The Japanese squad leader's puzzled gaze swept across the night sky.

There was nothing.

Perhaps he was too tired and his eyes were playing tricks on him.

He chuckled self-mockingly and gestured to his subordinates to continue patrolling along the riverbank.

In the Livestream room, the hearts of hundreds of millions of viewers, which had just settled, suddenly leaped into their throats again.

[That was close! He almost saw it!]

[Scared me to death, I felt like my heart stopped for three seconds!]

[The streamer's luck is truly something else; he's constantly testing the edge of being discovered.]

Chen Xi also breathed a sigh of relief.

He was just preparing to control the Drone for its final landing.

Suddenly.

His expression changed abruptly.

The image on the screen, the lens of the Drone representing the "Kite," suddenly sank without warning!

The camera shook violently.

It was as if a bird soaring in the sky had been seized by an invisible giant hand and was being yanked violently toward the ground!

Chen Xi let out a low cry.

"Oh no!"

Wind!

It's here!

An unheralded gale roared out from the other end of the canyon like a caged beast, surging forth!

The Drone was falling!

Losing altitude!

Alarm! Alarm!

Fine beads of cold sweat instantly broke out on Chen Xi's forehead.

His previously relaxed and easygoing expression vanished, replaced by a look of extreme focus and gravity.

His fingers danced frantically across the virtual controller, moving so fast they almost left afterimages.

Pull up!

Stabilize attitude!

Fight the wind!

But it was useless.

In the face of that violent and unpredictable canyon wind, this Drone, representing cutting-edge technology, was like a fragile leaf.

It was torn and tossed, tracing heart-stopping trajectories in the air.

The footage in the Livestream room also shook violently and became distorted.

A large amount of static and piercing electrical noise began to appear on the screen.

The signal was about to be cut off!

All Chen Xi could do was maintain control.

He used all his strength to keep the Drone from being completely torn to pieces by the gale.

He placed his final hope in that unknown, powerful support watching him from another world.

2026, the "Great Wall" Command Center.

The atmosphere was even more tense than the 1937 battlefield.

Sharp alarms tore through the silence of the entire command hall.

"Warning! Target aircraft has encountered Level 9 gusts!"

"Altitude is dropping rapidly! It has fallen below the 100-meter safety line!"

"Airframe structural stress exceeds 80%! Approaching the critical threshold for disintegration!"

"Signal strength has dropped by 70%! Connection is about to be lost!"

On the massive main screen, green data streams representing the Drone's various parameters poured down like a waterfall.

More than half of the data had turned into a glaring, blinking red.

Countless top scientists and soldiers gathered around the screen, their faces etched with gravity and shock.

The power of nature was on full display at this moment.

It mocked the technology humanity took pride in with the most primitive and brutal methods.

Elder Long was no longer the general calmly strategizing.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a gambler who had lost all his chips but refused to leave the table.

He stared intently at the point of light on the screen that was tumbling wildly in the gale.

He slammed a fist hard onto the cold control console!

"Switch to 'Hive' mode!"

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried an unquestionable authority.

"Yes! 'Hive' mode activated! Distributed auxiliary AI has intervened!"

"Max out computing power! Suspend all non-core operations! Divert all resources to me!"

"Yes! Computing power has reached 99.7%!"

"Requesting 'Tianhe' to take over!"

Elder Long roared out his final command.

Inside the Command Center, everyone who heard those words snapped their heads up, expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Tianhe.

Dragon Country's most powerful supercomputer.

A pillar of the nation.

To use this level of power for a single streamer and his tiny Drone?

"Report!"

The officer in charge of communications had a slight tremor in his voice.

"The 'Tianhe' Supercomputing Center has responded!"

"Access request approved!"

"'Tianhe' will fully take over the flight control system in thirty seconds!"

The command was instantly transmitted through encrypted lines to the supercomputing center located in the heart of the country.

That massive complex, looking like something out of a sci-fi movie, was instantly lit up in the middle of the night!

Tens of thousands of server indicator lights flashed simultaneously.

A terrifying amount of computing power, enough to simulate the evolution of an entire galaxy, was fully mobilized at this moment.

Their goal was singular.

That storm-tossed canyon from a century ago.

That "Kite" about to fall in the gale.

1937, the roof of the warehouse.

Chen Xi was on the verge of giving out.

The footage sent back by the Drone was now nothing but static and occasional glimpses of the blurred ground.

He felt as if he weren't holding a controller, but a wild ox struggling frantically in a mud pit.

[It's over, it's over, the signal is going to cut out!]

[This wind is too weird! There wasn't a breath of wind just now!]

[Hang in there, streamer! Don't give up!]

[This is the limit; human strength cannot overcome the wrath of heaven...]

Just as the Livestream room was filled with despair and Chen Xi felt he was about to lose control.

A powerful, precise control with an irresistible will surged from the controller, instantly taking over his operations.

It felt like a drowning person being submerged by a giant wave suddenly being hauled up from the seabed by a steel hand.

The Drone's wild tumbling miraculously stalled in the air for a moment.

Although it was still shaking violently, it was no longer falling.

It had stabilized.

A suppressed cheer erupted in the "Great Wall" Command Center!

"'Tianhe' takeover successful!"

Elder Long's bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the screen as he rasped out a new command.

"Build a real-time airflow model! I want to see every bit of air movement in that canyon!"

"Yes! Building the model! The volume of data is too large; estimated time is three minutes!"

Three minutes.

In normal times, it was just long enough to drink a glass of water.

But now, it felt as long as a century.

"Tianhe's" computing power was burning frantically.

Every fragmented frame sent back by the Drone and every faint signal fluctuation was captured, analyzed, and reconstructed by it.

One minute passed.

On the screen, a blurry outline composed of countless points of light began to appear.

It was a digital model of the canyon.

Two minutes passed.

The model became clear, and countless colored lines began to flow within it.

Red represented violent downdrafts.

Yellow represented unstable turbulence.

Green represented relatively stable updrafts.

The entire canyon's wind field was presented before everyone like a dissected, incredibly complex 3D painting.

This was a miracle.

A miracle created by Dragon Country's top technology.

All the experts held their breath, eyes wide, frantically searching for even the slightest glimmer of hope within that chaotic field of death dominated by red and yellow.

Time ticked by, second by second.

The Drone's structural damage alarms had merged into a continuous wail.

Only twenty seconds remained.

Just as everyone's hearts sank and even Elder Long clenched his fists, preparing to accept failure.

A young expert, like Columbus discovering a new world, suddenly pointed his finger at a tiny, almost negligible spot in the model on the large screen.

There, sandwiched between two massive red downdrafts, was an extremely narrow blue passage emitting a steady glow.

The young expert's voice was hoarse with excitement, yet filled with the euphoria of a narrow escape.

He roared with all his might.

"Report!"

"The 'Eye of the Wind' is here!"

"We have a 3.7-second stability window!"