Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

In fact, the arrival time of Xiaguang was 79 hours earlier than Lu Zhou estimated.

After 41 days and 2 hours of flight, the fiery red planet has risen above the porthole of the Xiaguang cockpit.

Looking at the porthole with his eyes open, watching the bright sun rise slowly from the edge of the red silhouette, watching the rolling waves swell like a sea of ​​fire, sitting in the co-pilot. Lower tongue.

"It’s a mess... but the scenery is pretty."

"Yes." Xu Zhenghong nodded. There weren't many words. He reached out and pressed it on the helmet. He said, "This is the Xiaguang. We have entered the Mars gravity system and successfully entered the a-11 track."

Quietly waited for about five minutes.

With the noisy current sound, unstable communication sounds came from the earth tens of millions of kilometers away.

"This is the ground command center. Congratulations on your successful completion of the mission... Now start the active braking process and get ready to get closer to Mars. The orbital navigation will be done by the onboard computer, good luck."

"Roger that!"

Tens of millions of kilometers away, it is obviously impossible to command spacecraft to change rails through real-time communication.

The program of changing the track has been written into the program set in advance, and the driver will complete the track switching according to his own judgment with the aid of the onboard computer.

Of course, although it sounds very complicated, the actual operation is not so troublesome.

The degree of automation of Xiaguang is still very high. Unless there is a special situation, in general, the driver only needs to keep an eye on the dial of speed and distance to make sure that the spacecraft does not deviate from the orbit.

Liu Wei: "Are we going straight down? Or are they waiting for them?"

Xu Zhenghong: "The new Virginia Life Support Unit has installed return cabins. They return to the bfs spacecraft that is on Mars orbit through the return capsule. We recycle the target and then change the orbit."

Also throw the "detector".

Of course, this part is a top secret mission, which was handed over to him by Lu Zhou, the chief designer of the Lunar Track Construction Committee. This task can only be rotten in his stomach. Even if Liu Wei is his deputy, he can't reveal a little news...

Liu Wei: "ok... If they can't come back?"

Xu Zhenghong sighed his lips: "Then mourn for half a minute for them... remember to take photos for evidence, don't let the Americans put the pot on our heads."

"No problem, the law enforcement recorder starts!"

Liu Wei smiled and reached for the button on the console.

"What are you worried about? It’s still early."

Xu Zhenghong smiled and said a word.

But at this time, the expression on his face suddenly solidified.

Looking at the silvery white point outside the porthole, Xu Zhenghong's pupil narrowed slightly and reached out and pressed it on the helmet.

"Here is the Xiaguang... American spaceship, it seems that there is a little bit of a situation."

Another five minutes of waiting.

The voice of the ground command center came from the communication channel.

"What's happening?"

Xu Zhenghong blinked and stared at the silver-white highlight in the distance.

I don't know if it is his illusion. He always feels a bit wrong.

Perceived the direction of his sight, Liu Wei cooperated to open the active ranging laser radar, aiming at the airspace where the target aircraft is located.

Although this gadget is used to measure the relative distance of meteorites, the target of the action can also be a spacecraft.

Looking at the distance parameter on the screen in kilometers per second, Xu Zhenghong took a deep breath and said loudly.

"The bfs spacecraft is falling... repeat it... the bfs spacecraft is falling!"

......

It has been more than a month since the release of the distress signal.

Or exactly, it is 41 days and 2 hours.

The crops in the growing area have completely withered, there is not enough light, and there is not enough energy. These things are just a burden.

In order to save energy, as early as two weeks ago, they restricted the scope of activities to less than ten square meters of experimental area, cutting off the power supply of other functional areas. The reason why I chose to wait for the rescue here is because there is only one control unit that can accept the signal of the bfs spacecraft, obtain weather information, and use it as a signal repeater to contact the earth.

Even so, however, the remaining energy is stretched.

For up to 42 hours, they will die because of lack of oxygen...

At this time, a shivering female voice in a weak broke the silence in the experimental cabin.

"They came back to save us?" Helplessly looked at the dust outside the porthole to cover the sky, and Jones was wearing a bit of despair.

It is basically impossible to count on the sandstorm to stop.

From the current scale, the sandstorm will last at least six months.

Sitting on the edge of the porthole, Johnson, holding a photo in his hand, replied subconsciously with a little effort.

"Most definitely."

Although the handsome face that is always optimistic at the moment, I can't see any optimistic expression.

"Not necessarily," shrinking in another corner, the dark-skinned Tavi swears, "Maybe they will think that we are dead but better."

The blue eyes were so big that Jones couldn’t believe it and looked at it: "Why?"

Taiwei: "You think, if we die, we are heroes, we only need a national flag and a funeral to send us off. But if we are alive, they must spend a lot of Franklin to build another Rocket, bring us more supplies or take us home... no matter which option, it's too bad-"

"enough!"

The sullen face of Johnson suddenly snarled.

There was a strange silence in the cabin for a while.

It was held for two or three seconds by the captain's momentum, but soon Taiwei wrinkled his head and stood up in a bad tone.

"Hey, what am wrong with what I said?"

Also standing up from the floor, Johnson looked at him gloomyly.

"I just want your pig to close your mouth and consume two milliliters of oxygen. Maybe we can live a few more seconds."

"Oh, what's the point? Anyway, it's all dead, oh, I understand, do you want to do one with me? Then come on, I have already seen you this bad face." Taiwei friction The fist was put down and the boxing posture was put up.

Seeing that the two had to fight, Jones gave up his strength and stood up from the ground, trying to stop two people.

"Enough! You are all calm!"

However, at this time, outside the life support unit, suddenly there was a sudden muffled sound.

The two men who were about to erupt, suddenly stunned and looked at the porthole invariably.

Although the smoke was blowing through the smoke, the dusty fireball was still clearly visible. At the same time, on the control terminal not far away, the green dot marking the space signal of the spacecraft finally lit up after a series of intermittent flashes.

At the same time, the screen in the standby state is turned on, and a string of stinging characters flashes in the upper right corner -

[lost connection]

At the moment of seeing this line, Johnson swallowed and his face gradually became a horror.

"Shet, our spaceship!"

Taiwei also muttered to himself in a whisper.

"……God."

Silence has sunk for a long time.

Until the flashing fire of the group exhausted the liquid oxygen in the engine, it was eventually swallowed by the tumbling dust, and it was not known where it fell...

Staring at the dead dust outside the porthole, Jones asked with a trembling voice.

"Can we die?"

No one answered her.

The fuel of the bfs spacecraft is more than enough to float on the orbit for twenty years, but at this time there is a "failure"...

Lifting the trembling index finger, Johnson reached out and drew a cross on his chest.

God bless.

Although he also knows that this is the site of Ares, even if it is the old man of God, there is nothing to do...

However, at this moment, it sounded like a sound of nature, but it sounded.

At first he thought it was a current sound and didn't care.

Until the noisy voice gradually clears...

Looking at the [connection request] appearing on the screen and the green dot lit up on the terminal, like grabbing the last life-saving straw, Johnson rushed to the control terminal in a crazy way and pressed the button to connect to the communication.

Whether it is God or an alien...

He only hopes that this is not his hallucination.

It turns out that this is really not an illusion.

At the moment when the communication is connected, a clear and smooth voice is like a spring pouring into his ear...

"...This is the Colonel Xu Zhenghong of the Chinese People's Liberation Army Astronauts Brigade, friends on Mars, are you okay?"