Wander!blue star

Chapter 6 The Pulse of the Deep Earth

Hearing this number, Zhou Zhe was silent for two seconds.

He shook his head.

She shook it gently at first, and then shook it heavily a few times, her demeanor revealing helplessness and disappointment.

As soon as he entered this office, he felt that the atmosphere was not right, and the air was filled with numbness. The people in this office held the hope of all mankind, but their faces were full of despair.

really
"human beings"

Zhou Zhezhi sighed in a low voice: "The most sophisticated security system is used to destroy each other."

Perhaps, humans can only go so far.

Zhou Zhe turned the wheelchair straight, moving outward with an indescribable feeling.

At this moment, the chief stopped him.

"gentlemen!"

After the officer put on his hat, he stood up, looked at Zhou Zhezhi's back and said, "We still have a backup plan."

"It's a mechanical detonator for a nuclear bomb."

"It's the trigger."

"A total of 81 styles."

In the space station, the atmosphere is extremely dignified.

Because the backup plan is detonation by human flesh, an astronaut with a remote control, let the astronaut stand next to the nuclear bomb to detonate the nuclear bomb.

This is the most primitive detonation method.

No one wants to use this method unless they are at the end of their rope, because it means sacrifice.

But that's the only way to detonate it right now.

"Every time a nuclear bomb is detonated, it can trigger about ten nuclear bombs in a chain."

"Hydrogen bombs have to detonate one by one."

"So, we need 210 nine people to operate."

"But to ensure success."

"I need 300 people."

"Our docking module is not a landing module, so I only have a one-way ticket here."

The person who spoke did not say anything further.

Everyone understands.

It was an action doomed to no return.

The technician who introduced the remote control was still talking. He held up a bulky remote control and said loudly: "Maozi model, no insurance, two triggers."

At this time, everyone's mood is very low.

But time waits for no one.

There are 81 styles of remote control, and it takes too long just to explain them, so there is not even time for the astronauts to quietly consider whether to participate in this operation.

"I go!"

Suddenly, a young astronaut shouted.

Immediately afterwards, more and more people voiced their voices, from all countries and races.

"I go!"

"I go!"

"I go!"

Arms were raised high, shouts came and went.

No one can force these astronauts, because there can be no mistakes in this operation, and only if everyone involved is voluntary, the mission can be successfully completed in the end.

It's not that they don't want to live anymore, but that the task must be completed by someone.

Someone has to bear the responsibility.

"I go!"

Zhang Peng was awakened by the shouts of young people beside him.

He recovered from the memory and melancholy, and turned to look at the young man beside him.

The young man looked at him anxiously.

He looked at the immature face of this young man, and inexplicably felt heroic in his heart.

"Look at what?"

He gave the young man a hard look, which made the young man turn his head back in fright.

"The moon is ours."

He said softly: "I don't worry about leaving it to you brats."

Zhang Peng grabbed the young man's arm, forced the young man's hand down, and shouted loudly, "Huaxia Aerospace Squadron!"

In an instant, the entire corridor was silent.

"Over 50 years old!"

Zhang Peng took the lead and stood up.

"Exit!"

he yelled in a voice close to a growl.

The veterans smiled and shook their heads, walked out of the team one by one, and followed Zhang Peng to the front.

The young people looked at them in astonishment.

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When they belatedly realized what the veterans were doing, an indescribable emotion welled up from the bottom of their hearts, spilled out of their eyes, and condensed into twinkling teardrops.

They pursed their lips tightly.

At this moment, the hearts of the veterans are peaceful.

They don't feel forced.

In fact, no one can force them on this matter, because as long as they don't want to, even if they only show the slightest sign, they will not be allowed to participate in this mission.

They are all voluntary.

Even if Zhang Peng didn't shout, they would come out by themselves.

Because there is also a difference in taking responsibility, old guys like them are more suitable for such things as not coming back.

They are 50 years old.

I have gone through all the things that should be experienced, and if I continue to live, I will live to an age full of diseases.

But kids are different.

The world is beautiful, and they haven't experienced it yet.

"Russian Aerospace Squadron!"

"French Space Squadron!"

"British Space Squadron!"

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Even the commander of the operation stepped forward.

In the face of disaster and sacrifice, people of different countries, colors, races, and identities made the same choice.

Young people will always remember this day.

This is the last lesson given to them by their teachers, instructors, and commanders.

However, the matter of detonating the nuclear bomb has been settled, and the team responsible for restarting the root server on the other side has encountered trouble.

As soon as the team restarting the Beijing root server landed, a wounded person appeared. In order to ensure the safety of the wounded person, the team had to assign two healthy members to escort the wounded person back.

There were only two people left in the team of five—Ma Zhao, the chief engineer of the 550 project, and Tu Hengyu, the architect.

Two top scientists wading through the water toil.

Accidents followed.

When Ma Zhao was wiring, his leg was caught by the cable, and the water rose rapidly, soon covering his collarbone.

"Tu Hengyu!"

Ma Zhao felt that he was hopeless.

"then!"

"There is the last set of passwords!"

He struggled to pass the key to Tu Hengyu.

Tu Hengyu hesitated.

He didn't understand why Ma Zhao still cared so much about the key at this time. If Ma Zhao drowned here, would the life and death of the earth still have something to do with Ma Zhao? Does Ma Zhao still need to take care of the earth?

He hesitated to accept the key from Ma Zhao.

Ma Zhao said anxiously: "Remember!"

"No human civilization!"

The water was almost up to his nose and mouth.

"Meaningless."

Tu Hengyu buried his head under the water. He saw Ma Zhao waving at him, motioning him to enter the last set of passwords quickly.

Tu Hengyu couldn't tell what mood he was in at the moment.

But he seemed to wake up from a dream.

password!I have to enter the password!
He took one last look at Ma Zhao, then turned around and swam towards the computer outside in a hurry.

Misfortune never comes singly.

At the same time, the first batch of moon debris has arrived on the earth. They pass through the earth's atmosphere, turn into huge fireballs, and bombard the surface ferociously.

Rumble boom!

Explosions, whistling, screams
The ground became a purgatory.

thumping!
At this moment of extreme chaos, a deep sound suddenly sounded from the depths of the earth, like a beating pulse.

thumping!thumping!thumping!
As the lunar debris bombarded one after another, the pulse sound of the underground gradually became clear and powerful.

(End of this chapter)