Chapter 793: come down!

In fact, Xiaguang arrived 79 hours earlier than Lu Zhou predicted.
After 41 days and 2 hours of flight, the fiery red planet has gradually risen above the portholes of the Xiaguang cockpit.
Squinting outside the porthole, watching the bright sun rising slowly from the edge of the fiery red silhouette, watching the billowing sand waves tumbling like a sea of ​​fire, and Liu Biao sitting in the co-pilot seat smashed Lower tongue.
"It's a mess ... but the scenery is pretty."
"Yes." Xu Zhenghong nodded, not much, reached down and pressed his helmet, and calmly reported, "Here is Xiaguang, we have entered the Mars gravitational system and successfully entered orbit a-11."
Waited quietly for about five minutes.
Along with the noisy currents, unstable communication came from the earth tens of millions of kilometers away.
"Here is the ground command center. Congratulations on your successful completion of the mission ... Now please start the active braking procedure and prepare to approach Mars. The orbital navigation will be completed by the onboard computer. Good luck."
"Roger that!"
With a distance of tens of millions of kilometers, it is obviously impossible to command the spacecraft to change orbits through real-time communication.
The track change plan has been written in the program set in advance, and the driver will complete the track switch according to his own judgment with the assistance of the on-board computer.
Of course, although it sounds complicated, it is not that troublesome in practice.
The degree of automation of the Xiaguang is still very high. Unless there is a special situation, in general, the pilot only needs to keep an eye on the dial of the speed and distance to ensure that the spacecraft has not deviated from orbit.
Liu Biao: "Are we going straight? Or are they waiting for them?"
Xu Zhenghong: "The New Virginia Life Support Unit has a return capsule. They return to the BFS spacecraft in Mars orbit through the return capsule. We recover the target and then return to orbit."
And drop the "detector".
Of course, this part is a top-secret task, which was personally explained to him by Lu Zhou, the chief designer of the Lunar Orbit Construction Commission. He can only rot in this task, even if Liu Biao is his deputy, he can't disclose a bit of information ...
Liu Biao: "OK ... what if they can't come back?"
Xu Zhenghong pulled his corner of his mouth: "Then give them half a minute of silence ... Remember to take pictures and evidence, don't let the Americans throw our pot on our heads."
"No problem, the law enforcement recorder is activated!"
Liu Biao smiled and reached out to release the button on the console.
"What's the anxiety, it's still early."
Xu Zhenghong laughed and cursed.
But at this moment, the expression on his face suddenly freezes.
Looking at the silver-colored dot outside the porthole, Xu Zhenghong's pupil contracted slightly, and he put his hand on the helmet.
"Here is the Xiaguang ... the American spaceship seems to be in a little condition."
It was another five minutes of waiting.
The voice of the ground command center came from the communication channel.
"What's happening?"
Xu Zhenghong squinted his eyes, staring at the silvery bright spot in the distance.
I don't know if it is his illusion, he always feels a bit wrong.
Perceived the direction he was looking at, Liu Biao turned on the active ranging lidar very well, aiming at the airspace where the target aircraft was.
Although this thing is used to measure the relative distance of the meteorite, the target can also be a spacecraft.
Looking at the distance parameter in kilometers per second on the screen, Xu Zhenghong took a deep breath and said loudly.
"BFS spacecraft is falling ... repeat ... BFS spacecraft is falling!"
...
More than a month has passed since the distress signal was issued.
Or to be precise, it is 41 days and 2 hours.
The crops in the planting area have completely withered, there is not enough light and energy, these things are just a burden.
In order to save energy, as early as two weeks ago, they restricted the range of activities to less than ten square meters of experimental area and cut off power to other functional areas. The reason why I chose to wait for rescue here is because there is the only control terminal that can receive signals from the BFS spacecraft, obtain weather information, and use this as a signal repeater to contact the earth.
Even so, the remaining energy is stretched.
For up to 42 hours, they will die from hypoxia ...
At this time, a trembling female voice in a weakness broke the silence in the experimental cabin.
"Are they coming back to save us?" Helplessly glanced at the sun-dust outside the porthole, Jones's eyes were despairing.
It is basically impossible to count on the sandstorm to stop.
Judging by the current scale, the sandstorm has to last at least six months.
Leaning on the side of the porthole, holding a picture of Johnson tightly in his hand, he answered subconsciously with a weak voice.
"Most definitely."
Although the handsome face that is always very optimistic at this moment, I can't see any optimistic expression.
"Not necessarily," huddled the dark-skinned Taiwei in a corner, "maybe they think we'd be better off instead."
The blue eyes opened the boss, and Jones looked unbelievably: "Why?"
Taiwei: "You think, if we die, we are heroes. It only takes a flag and a funeral to kill us. But if we are alive, they have to spend a lot of Franklin to build another ship Rockets, bring us more supplies or take us home ... no matter which option, it's too much to lose— "
"enough!"
Johnson, with a somber face, growled suddenly.
There was a weird silence in the cabin for a while.
I was choked by the captain's momentum for two or three seconds, but soon Taiwei frowned, and stood up in a bad tone.
"Hey, is there something wrong with me?"
Standing up from the floor as well, Johnson looked at him gloomily.
"I just want your pig to close your mouth and consume two milliliter less oxygen. Maybe we can live a few more seconds."
"Oh, what's the point? Anyway, it's all dead, oh, I get it. Do you want to fight with me? Then come on, I've seen your bad face for a long time." Tai Wei friction With his fist down, he put on a boxing posture.
Seeing that the two were about to fight, Jones used all his strength to stand up from the ground, trying to stop the two.
"Enough! You all calm down!"
However, at this moment, there was a sudden muffled noise outside the life support unit.
The two men who were about to erupt suddenly stopped and looked out of the porthole in unison.
Despite the billowing smoke, the fire that had broken through the dust was still clearly visible. At the same time, on the control terminal not far away, the green dot marking the spacecraft's contact signal flashed intermittently after a series of intermittent flashes, and finally turned on a red light.
At the same time, the standby screen opens, and a line of dazzling characters flashes in the upper right corner--
[Lost connection]
The moment he saw this line of words, Johnson swallowed, and a horror was gradually written on his face.
"Shet, our spaceship!"
Taiwei also murmured to himself.
"……God."
The silence sank for a long time.
Until the flickering fire light exhausted the liquid oxygen in the engine, and was eventually swallowed by the rolling dust, and fell to an unknown place ...
Staring at the dead sand outside the porthole, Jones asked with a quivering voice.
"Are we going to die?"
No one answered her.
The fuel of the BFS spacecraft was more than enough to float in orbit for twenty years, but at this time, "fault" occurred ...
Raising his trembling index finger, Johnson reached out and drew a cross on his chest.
God bless.
Although he also knew that this is the site of Ares, even the elderly of God, there is nothing to do ...
However, at this time ~ EbookFREE.me ~ sounded like a sound of nature, but it sounded.
At first he thought it was a current sound and didn't care.
Until that noisy voice became clear ...
Looking at the [connection request] on the screen and the green dot on the terminal, like grabbing the last straw, Johnson rushed to the control terminal frantically and pressed the button to connect the communication.
Either God or aliens ...
He just hoped it was not his illusion.
It turns out that this is really not an illusion.
When the communication was connected, the clear and smooth voice poured into his ears like a Ganquan ...
"... Here is Colonel Xu Zhenghong, astronaut brigade of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, friends on Mars, are you all right?"