Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

above Mars orbit.

There was silence in the cockpit.

Waiting quietly for the results at the end of the communication channel, Liu Biao took a deep breath and suddenly said.

“Captain. ”

Xu Zhenghong: “What's wrong? ”

Liu Biao: “Is this the right thing to do? ”

“Is there anything inappropriate about interaction between countries? In the same position, it is not necessarily that they would not presuppose rescue.” Looking at this slightly younger comrade, Xu Zhenghong laughed and cast his gaze on the dust-buried planet, "even in the name of humanity, we would not be able to travel in vain. ”

Liu Biao asked: "What if they don't find what we want? ”

Xu Zhenghong was silent for a while and said.

“It's a loss for us. ”

However, in order to maximize their interests, they will eventually let them aboard.

And this is what Professor Lu told him...

……

Meanwhile, the surface of Mars.

The alloy doorplate on the outside of the life support unit slowly opened and a red painted Mars car drove out of it as it rolled over the sand and dust.

Looking at the approaching green dots on the radar, Johnson's face was filled with complex expressions.

Obviously, NASA could not have carried out such a ridiculous mission, and the Chinese so-called "this is your request” did not even speak of an excuse to comfort himself.

But if he wants to go home, he has no choice...

Guided by the onboard radar, Johnson quickly arrived at his destination.

Parked not far from the explosion centre, Johnson, already dressed in an out-of-board space suit, removed the toolbox from the trunk of the Mars vehicle and headed towards the center of the crash site of the BFS spacecraft.

“Shet... has fallen like this. ”

While watching this appalling tragedy, Johnson sampled the materials of the BFS spacecraft components as required by the mission log and stored them in a special sample box.

The core area was quickly approached and more broken debris gradually became available.

Carefully crossing the steel debris, Johnson removed the arc cutting gun from the toolbox, pressed a button against the deformed metal housing and quickly cut a circular cut open on the housing for human access.

After doing all this, Johnson took a long breath and threw the cutting gun into the toolbox.

“Huh… it's time for work. ”

Speaking to himself, he reached out and grabbed the metal strip in the BFS cabin, slowly pushing his arms, sliding smoothly across the metal debris and into the cabin.

“Black box… let me think, as if it were under the seat in the cockpit. Well, it should be...”

Turning on the torch on his chest, Johnson wiped sand and dust from his suit mask and followed the path he remembered, beginning to explore the past in the direction of the cab.

In fact, as the Ark speculated, something similar to the Black Box does exist on the BFS. It records a series of arithmetic data from the launch of the BFS spacecraft into orbit, as well as communications with NASA headquarters.

If anything happens to the BFS ship, it falls to the surface of Mars, and recycling the Black Box is one of the tasks of the ground colonists.

However, this part of the job does not include handing over the Black Box to the Chinese…

Found the green suitcase with the reflective strip under the broken driver's seat. Johnson hesitated for a moment and shook his head eventually, turning around and walking in the direction outside the cabin...

Within life-support units 30 kilometres apart.

Jones and Tevy, who remain in the lab, are anxiously awaiting Captain Johnson's news.

I don't know how many times I've looked out the window, and even though there's nothing there but long yellow sand, Tevy couldn't resist looking out his neck.

At this point, the door of the experimental compartment suddenly opened and Johnson, dressed in an out-of-class space suit and covered in sand, walked in with a green box with a reflective strip and a slightly smaller suitcase.

Tyvey smiled and greeted him, but Johnson didn't look at him and pushed him straight to the console, connecting the data cable on the suit to the chassis next to him, and then pressed the button to connect the communication.

“I've found what you want. ”

Noisy current sound for a while.

The answering voice quickly came from the communication channel.

“Congratulations, you've got your tickets home, now please enter the return compartment and prepare to start the ignition process, we'll be right over New Virginia in 5 minutes. ”

“Copy that.”

Unplugging the cable, Johnson looked at the two teammates standing behind him and took a long breath as if removing the burden.

“… let's go home. ”

……

The evacuation pod of the New Virginia is located directly in the middle of the life support unit, directly above the methane generator.

When conditions on Mars' surface deteriorate beyond control, colonists simply need to enter the return compartment and initiate an evacuation procedure, where the liquid oxygen and methane in the life support unit are injected as far as possible into the engine of the base of the return compartment for the return compartment to the BFS spacecraft in orbit around it.

Of course, now the BFS ship has been actively crashed by NASA.

While there is no direct evidence that NASA did this, Johnson can't think of a better reason.

Even, he would rather believe that NASA had given them up on its own initiative.

This will also make him feel a little less guilty...

Dragging a long, thick cigarette column with the flame, the hemispherical silver and white return compartment separated from the life support unit, washing away the rolling dust.

At this moment, this failed alien colonization exercise, which lasted less than three months, culminated in the drawing of a stronghold with the evacuation of the colonists.

Of course, while they have failed, the experiences and lessons they have learned from their failures are sufficient to pave the way for their successors and help them go further...

Heading towards a silent starry sky, the return chamber ascended into orbit, gradually losing power and entering orbit around Mars. After a half-hour of floating, he finally put himself in the arms of the Sauvignon.

Lengthen the lens and look away, slowly approaching one large, one small, two spacecraft under the sun, like two bright intersecting lights.

“The New Virginia is successfully in orbit… our oxygen may not last long and we need help. ”

“This is the Xia Guang. We have received your request. Please be patient. ”

The hatch door slowly opened and the thick robotic arm protruded from the hatch, slowly clamping the housing of the return hatch. At the moment of contact, the walls of the return compartment trembled violently for a while, but quickly stabilized and slowly dragged outside the cargo compartment by the Summer.

This design was originally designed to recycle space garbage and satellites that had reached the age of service but could not crash properly, although it was of course technically feasible to recycle the flight return compartment.

Almost at the same time, thousands of kilometres away in the city of Jinling, surrounded by a media journalist, the Moon Orbit Construction Commission held a press conference on schedule to give an update on the progress of the rescue operation.

When the BFS ship fell from orbit around Mars, the reporter at the scene was shocked and once out of control, Johnson's wife from North America came to China with her nose covered in silence.

But in just a few hours, everything spins in a spiral.

When the return cabin was successfully orbited, the Xia Guang arrived in the target airspace, and the news of the start of the spacecraft recycling operation continued, journalists on the scene held their breath and waited nervously for the final result with members of society waiting for the final result, as well as with members of the United States Embassy and the families of the victims.

Ultimately, when the news of the success of the rescue spanned tens of millions of kilometers and five or six minutes of delay to the ground command center of Jinling, the news of “the success of the rescue work” and “the survival of all three astronauts” was also published on the big screen of the press conference site at the first time.

When that line of exciting words is reflected in the curtain, when all the clamors and prayers are answered satisfactorily...

Live at press conferences.

In between moments.

Filled with thunderous applause!

“God... thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much! Sorry, I don't know how to say this. My emotions are a little out of control. WOW..."

Holding the hand of the chief designer's ark tightly, the silent woman said excitedly to thank her, her legs slowly lost support, so that the staff next to her quickly held her by the eyes, so that she was excited that she was about to faint and she did not fall to the ground.

The boat gave her a comforting look and then instructed the staff to take her to rest beside her.

His own husband lived and died unchanged.

She must have suffered a lot over the past month.

Now that the stone in her heart has finally landed, she can finally sleep peacefully.

Standing in front of the press, Chen Yunhai, Director of the Organization Department of the Moon Orbit Construction Committee and Deputy Director of NASA, announced the victory of the rescue operation with a solemn voice and announced the timetable for the return of the Xia Guang.

Standing at a distance, embassy staff removed their eyes and wiped away the sand at the corner of their eyes with their forefingers and thumbs. And then, like the people next to him, he applauded the moment.

Although they lost this round, there is no doubt about it.

……

He still can't help clapping for this moment...