Chapter 642: Failure of Wilderness Survival (Part 1)

Facts have proved that Batman is the father of the DC editorial department. There is no doubt that Batman is the real father of the DC editorial department. No matter what environment or situation he is in, Batman has his own way out.

Throwing all the fishing traps to Arthur, Bruce began to make rope ladders with the remaining fiber ropes and sticks. The rope ladders can be lowered from the platform of the cave, so there is no need to walk down along the bulge of the rock wall.

After making the rope ladder, Bruce made a set of metal tools, which is much better than the metal pieces that Arthur smashed out with stones. The metal part is very sharp and the shape and size are just right. The wooden handle has been carefully measured to meet the way of exerting force. The wood has also been polished and is very smooth to hold.

After making good tools, of course, we have to consider using them to improve the living conditions here. Hal saw Bruce was busy there, so he walked over and asked, "How did you get here? Flying a plane? Where is your plane?"

"What do you want to do?" Bruce raised his eyes and looked at Hal with a rather vigilant look, saying, "The crash log of the Batfighter I lent you shows that you crashed while driving my plane..."

"How is it possible! Schiller clearly pressed the button!" Hal raised his voice, and as a result, he saw Bruce's "as expected" expression. Hal shook his head in annoyance, knowing that he was being tricked again

"So, you really came here by plane, so why did you stay here?" Hal asked.

"Then why did you stay here?" Bruce asked back.

Hal glanced at Schiller who was still treating Oliver's wound, sighed and said, "If I say I don't want to stay here, can you take me back with you?"

Bruce paused, and Elsa's terrible screams began to echo in his ears again. Yes, after the initial language learning, Elsa has recently started to connect words into sentences.

When it comes to vocabulary and grammar, a problem will inevitably arise. If you want Elsa to understand what a word means, you must use the corresponding picture cards. When Elsa finds that something in the picture can be expressed in words, she will point to everything in sight and ask "What is this?".

The greatest kindness that human cubs give to their parents is that they need to rest. At most, they will be sleepy and have snot bubbles after making a fuss for a few hours. Unlike Elsa, she doesn't even have this little kindness. She doesn't get tired at all.

As the first person in the world who may be the first to truly defeat Batman, Elsa is not proud of this, because soon, she provided Batman with another difficult problem, that is, how to teach a chaotic creature the correct grammar?

Grammar, as the most important part of a language, many adults, even if they have used the language for decades, sometimes still can't figure out many grammatical problems.

And Aisha, she has some creative insights into English grammar. After Bruce tried to correct her to no avail, he felt that he needed some free time to think carefully about what he had learned in English over the years?

So, even though the Batfighter was parked in a corner of this isolated island, Bruce did not hesitate and devoted himself to the survival of the deserted island. At least the straw rope in his hand would not make a terrible cry.

Bruce ignored Hal. He turned around, kicked the rope he had prepared, threw it off the platform, and then began to drive stone piles into the ground to fix the rope ladder.

After confirming that the rope ladder was firm and could be used directly, Bruce began to think about transportation.

First of all, this rock wall cave upstream of the stream is still far from the seaside. According to his estimated working efficiency of the fishing trap, they have to go to the seaside about every 6 hours to carry all the fish back.

If the salt field is also set up on the seashore, it means that they have to transport salt to the seashore. According to the round trip of about half an hour, several hours may be wasted on the way back and forth every day.

Batman is an incurable efficiencyist. He came to the deserted island to survive, but his mind is full of productivity innovation and efficiency improvement.

Looking at the palm bark that was peeled off before, Bruce fell into deep thought. After a while, he called Hal over and said, "Let's break these barks."

"Why?" Hal asked very puzzled, but Bruce started working immediately without explaining too much. Although Hal didn't understand, he was idle anyway, so he took out the metal sheet and started to cut them into pieces along the direction of the bark fibers.

All the fibers inside the bark were scraped off with metal sheets, forming a fiber ball that was a bit like messy hair.

Bruce and Hal took these fiber balls, climbed down the rope ladder, came to the stream below, soaked these fibers in water, and began to rub them.

After most of the fibers were distributed evenly, Bruce began to chop them up again with metal sheets, then soaked them in water and chop them up again.

After doing this several times, the filamentous fibers were almost invisible, and it became a solid sphere. Bruce pressed the sphere completely on the stone by the stream, and spread out the broken fibers inside until a fabric-like fiber fabric was formed.

Hal could only imitate, but because he had great strength, he made it more broken than Bruce, and the fiber fabric he made was thinner.

After spreading it out, Bruce hung them on the flat stone, and Hal also took a picture of his work. He asked: "Now, you can tell me what you are going to do, right?"

"I am going to make a hang glider."

Bruce stretched out a hand and pointed behind Hal. Hal looked back and saw that it was the rock wall where they were, and the cliff above the cave was exactly that cliff.

That was the highest point of the island. According to Hal's experience as a pilot, if he really stood on it and glided down, he should be able to reach the beaches around the entire island effortlessly.

As we all know, if there is a flying tool on a deserted island, then you can basically come and go freely. However, making airplanes with bare hands basically only exists in various literary and artistic works. There is no objective condition on this island to create technological items at the level of tool machine processing or above.

However, the most important thing about an airplane is actually power, and if the power is omitted and only the gliding part is left, it will be much simpler.

It just so happens that the terrain where they are is very high, and they can use the altitude to make up for the distance. As long as they can land smoothly, at least the time for going to the beach can be ignored.

Hal looked down at the fabric again and asked, "So you are planning to use this to make the wing of a hang glider?"

"There are no large animals on this island, so we can't get animal skins. Otherwise, animal skins would be the best choice, but animal skins must be processed before they can be used. I'm not sure if there are such raw materials here, so it's better to use fiber."

Hal poked the fabric with his hand and found that the moisture inside disappeared very quickly. He looked up at the sky after the tropical storm and said, "After the storm, there is often a very scorching sun. It seems that it will be dried soon."

At this time, the fabric Russ had already stood up and walked towards the cave. He said, "We should make more at this time, at least two gliders, so that we can save more than half of the time."

On the way back, Bruce said, "Compared to cloth, this is more like making paper, but because it does not need writing function, it does not need to be very flat, but should focus on improving toughness and strength..."

"You seem to be very experienced?" Hal looked at Bruce's young face and asked, "Where did you learn so many things?"

Bruce did not speak, but walked straight towards the cave. Hal shook his head, sighed, and followed.

In addition to solving the problem of the flying wing, they also had to make a skeleton. The two hung all the fiber fabrics on the big rock next to the stream. While waiting for the raw materials of the flying wing to dry, Bruce began to build the skeleton.

Since the flying wing made of fiber has a relatively low strength, the skeleton becomes the top priority. Bruce used a wooden stick to draw the design on the sand. Hal was confused. After a long time, he asked: "Can I help you?"

"Not now." Bruce said while drawing. Hal continued to ask: "When will it be needed?"

"You will know later."

When the first assembled hang glider was taken to the top of the cliff, Bruce and Hal looked at each other standing on the top of the cliff. Bruce handed the hang glider to Hal and said: "It's time."

Hal took a look at the hang glider, That was not a traditional delta wing, but more like a pentagon, with a very complex skeleton. When Bruce made this skeleton, Hal did not understand the principle at all, so he said: "Can you explain the principle of this thing to me first? I always feel uneasy..."

"Do you know the principle of the airplane?"

"Uh, I don't know much..." Hal answered awkwardly. Although he knew the models of various airplanes and performed well in actual combat flights, it would be impossible for him to make airplane engines. He did not study related majors and could not even understand professional terms.

"Does this prevent you from becoming a pilot?" Bruce asked again.

Hal sighed, helplessly put the glider on his back, and pulled the thick rope woven on it to fix it.

"Relax, if you can't land smoothly, you can still fly yourself." Bruce said, although it sounded like comforting, but it was more like a threat.

Hal gripped the handle below, stomped his feet, and then rushed out quickly.

Fortunately, the hang glider did not fall headfirst, and it glided smoothly, just a little too smoothly.

It was not until he reached the sky above the target beach that Hal realized two things.

The first was that Bruce's technical level was very trustworthy and the hang glider could fly very far.

Second, Bruce's skill level was a little beyond imagination. The hang glider had no intention of stopping until it reached the sky above the beach.

At this time, on the white beach, Arthur, who had already set up the fishing trap, was holding a woven bamboo basket and picking up shells. Occasionally, he would use a stick to pick up stones and look for small crabs underneath.

Suddenly, he felt a shadow approaching him. When he looked up, he saw the hang glider and Hal rushing towards him. Hal shouted:

"Get out of the way!"

Arthur rolled on the spot and avoided Hal's swooping descent. With a "bang", Hal fell into the sea.

The flying sea water splashed Arthur. After he wiped his face, he saw a familiar figure appearing near the coast. It was a black and white creature, the killer whale that sent Schiller here before.

At this time, the killer whale shook its head and tail. From the ripples on the water, it could be seen that he seemed to be gathering strength. Arthur quickly stretched out his hand and shouted:

"Oh! No! Wait! Don't..."

"Bang!"

"Oh!!!!"

Arthur turned his head and saw Hal, who was thrown onto the beach like a drowned chicken. Looking at the culprit's tail that had not been retracted, he shook his head and sighed.

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