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As soon as Li Yichen finished speaking, the words spread throughout the spacious bridge hall, and the old men looked at each other in bewilderment.

Zhang Mingyuan looked at his faded gray jacket, then at Zhou Weiguo's Zhongshan suit next to him, and gestured with his hand in the air.

"Yichen, you've gone too far with this joke." Zhang Mingyuan shook his head repeatedly. "This is Mars! It's tens of degrees below zero, and there's not even a breath of oxygen. We're going to go down there in this? We haven't even seen a single spacesuit in this spaceship. Are you expecting us to hold our breath and jump out?"

"That's right, my old, calloused legs can't withstand the northwest winds of Mars," Zhou Weiguo chimed in.

Li Yichen didn't rush to explain; instead, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The silver-white alloy walls on the sides of the bridge slid silently aside. A row of streamlined, silver-gray bodysuits hung on a rack in a hidden compartment.

Unlike traditional spacesuits with their bulky helmets and heavy oxygen tanks, this one looks even lighter and thinner than a diving suit.

"A nanoscale intelligent spacesuit." Li Yichen walked over and tugged at the cuff of one of the suits. "It comes with a built-in micro life support system. Inside, there's a gravity adjustment module that can make up for Mars's pitiful gravity to the standard of Earth. Wearing it is lighter than wearing thermal underwear."

Several bigwigs surrounded him. He Zhenchuan reached out and touched the silver-gray fabric; it was soft to the touch yet possessed an indescribable toughness.

"This thin layer can block cosmic rays?" He Zhenchuan asked with a look of doubt.

"It has a micro-energy deflection shield on its surface. Let alone cosmic rays, even if you were to be sprayed with a burst of bullets from a rifle, it wouldn't leave a mark." Li Yichen waved his hand, and several T-800 Terminators walked over with steady steps and took off their spacesuits.

With the Terminator's assistance, the big shots quickly changed into their gear. As the last zipper closed, a completely transparent nanofiber mask automatically extended from the neck of their spacesuits, enveloping their heads. Inside the mask, vital signs data pulsed, and their breathing was as smooth as it had been in the military compound in Shanghai.

"Let's go check out this new territory."

Li Yichen was the first to walk towards the airlock. Old Lu walked at the very front, his steps both steady and rapid.

The hatch opened. A wisp of red dust rose from the thin Martian atmosphere, striking the transparent nanomask and creating tiny halos of energy.

A soft blue beam of light descended from the ship's hull, enveloping the group. The beam carried them slowly downwards, finally landing steadily on the crimson wasteland.

A hard sensation came from the soles of my feet.

Old Lu bent down, his fingers, clad in nano-gloved gloves, dug into the cracks in the rocks, and forcefully grabbed a handful of red Martian soil. He held the soil in front of his eyes for a long time, his hands trembling so much that he didn't even notice the sand slipping out.

"They really stepped on it..." Old Lu's voice trembled as it traveled through the communication channel to everyone's ears. "If we take this back to those old guys at the Academy of Sciences, they'll be so jealous they'll pluck all their hair out."

The 500-meter-long Star Shield-class frigate hovered overhead, like a giant umbrella blocking some of the glaring sunlight.

These big shots, who could cause earthquakes with a stomp of their feet on Earth, were now completely abandoning their usual airs on this desolate red wasteland, looking like a few old men visiting the city for the first time.

Zhang Mingyuan circled a huge weathered rock twice, even tapping it with his hand. Zhou Weiguo, meanwhile, called to the Terminator beside him, asking it to use its optical detection eye to take several photos of him and Old Lu.

"Old He, is your gravity adjustment module not fully activated? Why do you walk so lightly?" Liu Guoliang pointed at He Zhenchuan's feet.

He Zhenchuan glanced down at the control panel and chuckled, "I accidentally turned off gravity compensation. Mars' gravity is only a third of Blue Star's. I'll see how high I can jump."

As he spoke, the commander of a million-strong army bent his knees slightly and jumped up with all his might.

He was lifted off the ground and shot more than three meters into the air.

"Holy crap!" He Zhenchuan flailed his arms and legs in mid-air, completely losing his balance. He didn't control his posture when he landed and fell hard on his backside in the red sand, kicking up a cloud of dust.

A burst of laughter erupted over the communication channel. Liu Guoliang laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight, so he went over and helped He Zhenchuan up.

Laughter echoed across the empty wilderness.

Old Lu stood on a high ground, not joining the commotion. He raised his head and looked at the deep black sky.

In that boundless sea of ​​stars, a sapphire-like planet hangs silently. That is their home, the cradle where humanity was born and confined for millions of years.

"Yichen." Old Lu didn't turn around, his voice becoming somewhat hoarse, "Daxia has truly stood up this time. We no longer have to cower in that little quagmire, competing for resources with those short-sighted politicians abroad."

Li Yichen strolled over to Old Lu's side, his gaze sweeping across the boundless crimson wasteland, where the wind whipped up sand and gravel that swirled at his feet.

He abandoned his previous nonchalant attitude and his tone became serious.

"Mr. Lu, what do you think of this place?"

Old Lu patted the sand off his hands and pondered for a moment: "It is indeed a bit desolate, not even a drop of water can be seen. But just now on the spaceship, I looked at the data from the scanning radar, and the reserves of iron ore and other minerals underground are frighteningly large. If we build our mining base here, Great Xia will not have to worry about industrial raw materials for hundreds of years."

Li Yichen shook his head, directly rejecting the suggestion.

"Mining is such a waste," Li Yichen kicked away a piece of gravel at his feet. "This place has a ready-made continent, gravity, and a rotation period. Using it as a mine is a complete waste of resources."

Old Lu turned his head, his face full of confusion: "Not mining? What else can we do? We can't really let Zhang Mingyuan come here to grow cabbages, can we? This lousy place is practically leaking out of the atmosphere."

"Then let's create an atmosphere for it," Li Yichen said, surprising everyone.

Upon hearing this, He Zhenchuan and the others, who were still making a ruckus nearby, all stopped what they were doing and swarmed over.

Li Yichen pointed to the red earth beneath his feet: "The reason Mars has become this lifeless and gloomy place is because its core cooled down, its magnetic field disappeared, and the solar wind stripped away its atmosphere."

He paused for a moment, his voice piercing through the communication channel and striking everyone's nerves.

"I plan to use a matter-antimatter reactor to drive directly into the core of Mars, reactivate its core, and restore its global magnetic field."

Li Yichen casually put his hands in the pockets of his combat uniform, as if discussing what to have for dinner. "Then we will use the strong interaction force device to forcibly reshape its surface material and create an atmosphere of sufficient thickness."

Finally, billions of tons of icy water were pumped from Europa and dumped into these dried-up riverbeds.

He looked at Old Lu and said, word by word, "I want to turn Mars into a second Blue Star."

The communication channel fell completely silent.

The only sound was the rustling of the Martian winds brushing against the mask.

Transforming a dead star into a habitable planet? This is completely beyond the realm of science; it's a domain only the Creator could tread!

Zhang Mingyuan's mouth was open, and he made dry swallowing sounds. He Zhenchuan even froze as he tried to brush the sand off his body.

"Transform...transform it into a second Earth?" Zhou Weiguo stammered. "The scale of this project would empty the Great Xia's treasury dozens of times over, wouldn't it? And each time it would take hundreds of years!"

"Money and resources are just a numbers game on an interstellar scale." Li Yichen looked directly at the leaders of Great Xia. "Blue Star is too small, resources are limited, and living space is also limited. If we were to go to war with an alien civilization in the future, putting all our eggs in one basket would be too risky."

He raised his hand and pointed to the vast starry sky above.

"Now that our technology has reached this level, why should we remain confined to that small blue planet? Why not initiate a nationwide interstellar migration?"

Li Yichen's voice was highly inflammatory: "I want to plant the flag of Great Xia all over the solar system, and even all over the Milky Way. Mars is just our first backyard."

Old Lu stood rooted to the spot, his chest heaving violently. Under the nanomask, his wrinkled face was flushed red.

He looked down at the sealed bag full of Martian soil in his hand, then looked up at the Star Shield-class frigate that looked like a god descending from heaven.

The geopolitical games and resource struggles of the past few decades seem so ridiculous at this moment.

Old Lu gasped for breath, stuffing the sealed bag into his inner pocket, his eyes becoming incredibly resolute.

"Good!" Old Lu patted Li Yichen's shoulder heavily, so hard that even the shield on his spacesuit flickered. "Once we get back, immediately convene a top-level closed-door meeting! Provide the personnel, the funding, and the policy support!"

Old Master Lu glanced around at the generals and high-ranking officials, his voice heavy.

"Great Xia has officially entered the interstellar age!"

This promise definitively determined the course of civilization for the Great Xia Dynasty for the next hundred years.

Full of ambition, the group stepped onto the red soil of Mars and walked one by one into the blue tractor beam.

The beam contracted, pulling everyone back onto the bridge of the Star Shield-class frigate.

Even after taking off their spacesuits, Elder Lu, He Zhenchuan, and the others were still in a state of extreme excitement and had already begun to huddle together to discuss how to select the first batch of candidates for interstellar migration.

Li Yichen sat back down in the command seat of the main control panel and tapped a few times on the holographic keyboard.

"Ling'er, prepare to return. Destination: Shanghai Military Region."

"Instructions received, route planning in progress."

The heavy metal doors of the airlock began to close slowly, gradually isolating the desolate Martian landscape from the outside world.

Just one second before the hatch was about to fully close.

The holographic star map on the main control panel suddenly flickered violently, and a blinding red alarm popped up without warning, turning the entire bridge hall red.

Ling'er's holographic image coalesced directly in front of Li Yichen's ear, and the little girl's relaxed expression vanished completely, replaced by an unusually solemn tone in her voice.

"Brother, don't rush off."

Ling'er pulled up a deep geological scan map and pointed to a red dot emitting high-frequency radiation.

"An unusual reaction of artificial metallic material has been detected 8,000 meters below the Martian surface. Isotope decay data indicates that the object is at least 30 million years old!"