Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

In fact, the Xia Guang arrived 79 hours earlier than expected by the Ark.

After 41 days and 2 hours of flight, the flame red planet has risen on the starboard window of the cabin of the Shimmer.

Looking out the starboard window, watching the bright sun slowly rise from the edge of the flaming red outline, watching the rolling sand surge like a fire, Liu Biao sitting in the co-pilot's seat smashed his lower tongue.

“It's a mess… but it's still pretty. ”

“Yes.” Xu Zhenghong nodded his head, not a lot of words, held his hand on the helmet, calmly reporting, “This is the Xia Guang, we have entered the Mars gravitational system and successfully orbited a-11. ”

Wait quietly for about five minutes.

With noisy current sounds, unstable communications are coming from tens of millions of kilometres away.

“This is Ground Command Center, congratulations on successfully completing your mission… Now please initiate the active braking procedure and prepare to approach Mars. Good luck with the transorbital navigation, which will be done by the on-board computer. ”

“Roger!”

Tens of millions of kilometres away, it is obviously not possible to direct the reorbiting of spacecraft through real-time communications.

The re-orbiting scheme has been written into a pre-set program and the driver will complete the switching of the orbit at his discretion with the assistance of the onboard computer.

Of course, although it sounds complicated, it's not that much trouble to actually operate.

The level of automation of the Xia Guang is still very high, except in exceptional circumstances, where the driver simply needs to keep an eye on the speed and distance dial to make sure that the spacecraft is not out of orbit.

Liu Biao: “Are we going straight down? Or wait for them to come up? ”

Xu Zhenghong: “The New Virginia Life Support Unit has a return compartment installed. They return to the BFS spacecraft that stayed in Mars orbit through the return compartment. We retrieve the target and re-orbit the ship. ”

And throw down the detector.

Of course, this part of the mission was strictly confidential and was personally entrusted to him by the Lunar Orbital Construction Commission's general designer, the Ark. This task can only rot in his stomach. Even if Liu Biao is his deputy, he cannot reveal any news...

Liu Biao: “OK... what if they don't come back? ”

Xu Zhenghong pulled the corner of his mouth: “Then mourn them for half a minute… remember to take the photo evidence and don't let the Americans throw the pot over our heads. ”

“No problem, law enforcement logger activated! ”

Liu Biao smiled and opened the button on the console.

“What's the rush? It's early. ”

Xu Zhenghong cursed with a smile.

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

Looking at the silver white dot outside the starboard window, Xu Zhenghong's pupil contracted slightly and pressed his hand against the helmet.

“This is the Sauvignon… The American ship seems to be in a bit of a situation. ”

Another five-minute wait.

A voice from the ground command centre was heard in the communication channel.

“What's the status? ”

Xu Zheng glanced at the silver white highlight in the distance.

I don't know if it's his illusion. Something's wrong with him.

Seeing the direction of his gaze, Liu Biao opened the active ranging laser radar very well, aiming at the airspace of the target aircraft.

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

Looking at the distance parameter pulled away in kilometers per second on the screen, Xu Zhenghong took a deep breath and spoke out loud.

“The BFS ship is falling… repeat… The BFS ship is falling! ”

……

More than a month has passed since the distress call was sent.

Or 41 days and 2 hours, to be exact.

The crops in the cultivated areas have completely withered, there is not enough light, there is not enough energy, these things are just a burden.

In an effort to conserve energy, two weeks earlier, they confined their activities to experimental areas of less than 10 square metres, cutting off power from other functional areas. And the reason we chose to wait for rescue here was because there was only one control terminal that could accept the signal from the BFS ship, get weather information, and use it as a signal repeater to connect with the Earth.

Even so, however, the remaining energy is stretched.

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

At this time, a woman with a slight trembling voice in her weakness broke the silence in the experimental compartment.

“Did they come back to save us?” Looking helplessly at the sunshielded sand and dust outside the starboard window, Jones wore a little despair in his pupil.

It's basically impossible to expect a dust storm to stop.

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

Leaning against the side of the starboard window, Johnson pinched a photograph tightly in his hand and answered subconsciously with a voice of little strength.

“Definitely. ”

Although there is always a very optimistic and handsome face at this moment, no optimistic expression can be seen.

“Not necessarily," shrunk in the other corner, dark-skinned Tevy hummed, "maybe they'll think we're better off dead instead. ”

Blue eyes, boss, Jones couldn't believe looking this way: "Why? ”

Tevy: “You know, if we die, we're heroes, and all we need is a flag and a funeral to get rid of us. But if we're still alive, they're going to have to spend a whole bunch of Franklin building another rocket, bringing us more supplies or taking us home… either way, it's too bad ——"

“Enough! ”

Johnson, with a gloomy face, suddenly growled.

Weird silence in the cabin for a while.

The captain stuck him for two or three seconds, but soon Tevy wrinkled his head and stood up in an unfriendly tone.

“Hey, what's wrong with me? ”

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

“I just want your pig to shut your mouth and lose two milliliters of oxygen, maybe we can live a few more seconds. ”

“Oh, what's the point? You want to fight me, don't you? Then come on, I've already seen your stinking face.” Tevy rubbed his lower fist and put up a boxing stand.

Watching the two men fight, Jones used his full strength to stand up from the ground and try to stop the two.

“Enough! Calm down, all of you! ”

Yet at this point, outside the life support unit, a sudden burst of boredom appeared.

The two men who were about to break out of the conflict suddenly stood still and looked out the starboard window at the same time.

Though the smoke rolls across, the dust-ripping fire remains clearly visible. At the same time, on the control terminal not far away, the green dot that marks the ship's contact signal eventually turns on the red light after a series of intermittent flashes.

At the same time, the standby screen opens, with a row of pungent characters flashing in the upper right-hand corner--

[Missing connection]

As soon as he saw the line, Johnson swallowed his mouth and gradually put a little fear on his face.

“Shet, our ship! ”

Tevy muttered to himself.

“… God. ”

Silence sank for a long time.

Until that flashing fire depleted the liquid oxygen in the engine and was eventually swallowed up by rolling dust, falling somewhere unknown...

Staring out at the dead sand and dust outside the starboard window, Jones asked with a trembling voice.

“Will we die? ”

Nobody answered her.

The fuel of a BFS ship is more than enough to float in orbit for 20 years, but at this time there is a "malfunction" …

Lifting his trembling forefingers, Johnson reached out and drew a cross on his chest.

God bless.

Although he also knows that this is Ares' territory, even if it is an old man of God, there is nothing he can do...

At this moment, however, the sounds of the sky were ringing.

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

Until the noise became clearer...

Looking at the [Connection Request] that appeared on the screen and the green dots on the terminal, like grabbing the last lifesaving straw, Johnson rushed to the control terminal like crazy and pressed the Connect Communication button.

Whether it's God or aliens...

He just wants it not to be his hallucination.

It turns out that this is not a hallucination.

At the moment of communication, a clear and smooth voice poured into his ear like a gum spring...

“… this is Colonel Xu Zhenghong of the Chinese People's Liberation Army Astronaut Battalion, friends on Mars, are you all right? ”