My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2581 - 861: Hi, Otherworldly Communication Technology! Kid! (Part 2)

"How do you handcraft that thing?"

"Diode my foot! It’s clearly a vacuum tube, okay? If you know you’re not a science major, stop trying to figure out problems that art students couldn’t possibly understand!"

Cucumber Strip, carrying a walkie-talkie, retorted harshly:

"As long as you know how to use it, why dig into every little detail? Should I just log off and pull out my high school physics textbook to explain the principles to you on the spot?"

"Exactly, exactly, Deep-fried Sweet Potato just looks for trouble for no reason, he needs to be totally Aruba-ed to wake up."

Tomato Sauce quipped nastily, maybe to bolster his own argument, as he patted the Blood Vulture Claw Rifle slung across his chest, saying:

"You thought before that we couldn’t replicate modern weapons in Transylvania, but see how Loyal Brother and the guys managed to come up with something like the Sten gun under harsh conditions. Although this gun is indeed a bit crappy, as long as it can bust open noggins, it’s a good thing!

The craftsmen and physicists always have quirky ways to achieve these technological miracles, it’s almost like freaking magic."

"Not only that, when I went back to Crimson Castle a few days ago to deliver a message, I saw Vomit Mud Sauce and some of his buddies driving that coal-belching truck around the city. Ever since the truck exploded last time, it seems they’ve done some modifications to it, now it churns out black smoke like crazy but looks like it runs properly."

Fermented Tofu pushed up his helmet and sighed:

"I chatted with Vomit Mud Sauce, he’s brimming with confidence now. He said his Winter Wind Vehicle Factory has already received an order from the People’s Army and wants to develop motorcycles.

Oh my!

That’s a motorcycle!

I’ve already ordered one from him, got coaxed into putting down a deposit. Wouldn’t it be awesome to drive the cool bike around the world with you guys once the war is over?"

"Dude, maybe you’ve possibly probably been duped?"

Deep-fried Sweet Potato turned around and said with a strange tone:

"With Vomit Mud Sauce’s production capacity, you think he really has the ability? Their coal trucks are handmade; there’s no spare capacity to research and produce motorcycles!

That guy just talks big!

He was bragging on the forum about designing formidable armored trains, leading us into the Golden Flower Kingdom to snatch King Louis’s queen for a warm bed, but there’s still no sign of it?

Instead of expecting a cool motorcycle, why not try to catch a Wind Eagle for yourself in Feather Valley over by the Mountain People’s Ancestral Woods, I’ve heard there are rare Thunderbirds too. Those things can summon lightning when they fly, isn’t that way cooler than a motorcycle?

After this war, we should all team up to catch one and use it as a group travel multi-person vehicle.

I’ve also heard the high-level player pros have completed side quests at the R-9 base, and the Elf Kingdom’s territory is now open. We can check it out together...

Elf girls, hehe."

"Hehe my butt, stop daydreaming and let’s finish the job first."

Seeing Deep-fried Sweet Potato getting lost in some stupid erotic fantasy, the other three brothers wished they could push him into mud and wake him up with a pee spray.

The four good buddies bickered and joked, arriving at the designated spot 20 minutes later, where they first took out the Calculating Pearl to confirm this was still a complex Spiritual Energy environment, then placed the walkie-talkie on the ground with a manual.

After a bout of frantic fumbling, the first long-distance communication on this continent not relying on psychic spells or secret techniques but by radio principle was finally pushed into the testing phase.

The signal seemed to be poor though; Deep-fried Sweet Potato tried dialing twice but couldn’t get through, only static noise came from the communicator.

"Is this thing broken?"

Fermented Tofu, standing guard with his gun, muttered:

"I heard Sister Mengha’s first experiment failed due to Spiritual Energy interference, supposedly the wandering Spiritual Energy in this world causes radio interference when it fluctuates, as it’s also energy, based on Einstein’s..."

"Cut it with Einstein, already told you art students not to play with concepts you can’t understand, your knowledge of Einstein’s theory probably starts and ends with just his name."

A frustrated Deep-fried Sweet Potato cursed:

"Didn’t Mengha mention she upgraded this thing to resist interference with Cement Sister’s help? Using tech from our side, it makes no sense it can’t connect!

I heard Stick Brother brag before about how full jammer interference methods don’t work now!"

"Why don’t you give it another try."

A group of art students with this sealed tech had no clue. After Fermented Tofu’s proposal of "physical repair" got vetoed, they were quite helpless and could only let Deep-fried Sweet Potato go into the forum to report.

"Don’t panic, the walkie-talkie’s effectiveness is greatly impacted by terrain and environment. If it can’t work at extreme distances, then walk back."

In the special thread on the forum, Five-to-Wheel instructed the artist group:

"Retreat to fifteen kilometers and try again. Mengha also said previously that the effects of Spiritual Energy on radio aren’t fully understood and the components used were all temporarily made by Old Flywheel based on local methods, there will definitely be performance limitations."