Chapter 678:

Li Huai was drunk in the scene and admired another world, which has been witnessed by the dreamers of the earth for thousands of years. These may be his last moments, but it cannot be denied that his senses are saturated.
The rocket flew to a point near the center. The moon is spreading out, full of vision, and the slow rotation of the rocket no longer brings anything into the vision, and the ever-changing vision-the lunar landscape, brings the spectacle into his sight.
Li Huai stepped back for a moment, rubbed his arm and scratched his leg. He felt his tingling and wondered if it was his nerve. He felt itchy and hoped his nerves would not give in. He thought to himself, I might only have a few minutes now. I will always see the end. Then he heard a faint voice.
Buzzing from somewhere. The most buzzing shadow, Li Badi heard it, startled. The humming sound is getting higher and higher. This is not a dream. When he sat, opened his mouth, and was surprised, a high scream came from the Rocket, and he suddenly started to get hot.
Li Badi only has one second to think about it, there is an atmosphere, when a new sound comes, we are burning. There was a crackle above his head, a harsh sound, as if something had caught the rocket and turned it upside down violently.
Li Huai was tossed by a violent somersault, and his arms and legs slammed into the floor of his original carriage. He sat up and realized that he was sitting-not floating-but actually sitting by gravity! He climbed onto his knees and peered through the peephole.
The sky returned to the field of vision, the moon was under the falling ship, and he could see the edge of the huge round orange object above him, tightening and pulling. That is the parachute of the rocket nose. It is an orange parachute designed to safely land the nose and test animals in the desert of New Mexico. And it is set to automatically open according to the air pressure when falling.
There was an atmosphere around the moon, and then... thin, but the tiny detonator in the ramp worked. The huge hemispherical delicate nylon has been opened, a point of purchase has been found, and the rocket has been dragged back from the catastrophic burnout.
Li Bai breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes to see the moonlight again. The rocket is still falling and looks fast. He could see the moonlight rising, expanding to fill his vision. The Rockets are warm now, and they must still be hot from small friction. It vibrates and whistles, but there is no breeze swaying. Move too fast. In the faint band of air that is almost invisible, no wind can deflect it. The parachute is open, but the air is not thick enough, it can only descend slowly so that it cannot be preserved.
He realized that it would still fall into the water with lethal force. It will hit like a cannonball on a cannon, and in the near future, explorers will have their mysterious tool metal fragments to speculate.
Li Huai saw the jagged peaks below him and stretched out his hand into the dark black sky. He scanned the photos, remembered his moon book, and remembered the cold photos taken by the remote ground camera, as well as the carefully drawn charts and names of those who had long since died. He is near the center of the moon, slightly higher than the center of the moon, and the crater wall is getting higher and higher... why he can even name it. He smiled wryly. That would be Theophilus, and it seemed that he would miss it and hit somewhere near it in the so-called quiet sea.
Theophilus rushed towards him, not a peaceful ancient Greek. It was a barren, tooth-like, rocky edge that stretched for miles. There was no snow to make our mountain majestic. There was no forest covering the uneven trees of the mountain, and there was no gentle rain washing.
The Sea of ​​Tranquility-a dark, wrinkled plain that seems to have experienced the pain of the age of torture. The almost disappearing traces on the volcano, the faint circular ring, like a bunch of bursting bubbles, rumbling ridges and ugly cracks, everywhere are domes rising gray from the surface, like the top of a huge bubble flowing out of it. Dry flake shell.
Li Badi looked terribly obsessed. He heard the rocket blowing his whistle, screaming like a devil. Although he did not have a fever, he himself was still burning and itchy when he was roasted. The Rockets are warm but not warming. The highest peak of Theophilus was rushing towards his sky like a fast-growing geyser.
He watched it shoot, saw it grow, saw the ground getting clearer and clearer, every terrifying detail spread out, assuming it was a three-dimensional reality. Now, the top of the mountain seen with his eyes has reached a level, now it has exceeded his height, and he is in the last few seconds of the fall.
The Rockets seem to be slowing down slowly. The surface of the atmosphere may become thinner and thinner enough to prolong the pain for one or two to three minutes. Above him, the parachute was tense and twisted. But the Rockets still fall too fast. It rushed down, trying its best to complete its affinity with the new gravity, as if tired of the short interplanetary freedom, and eager to be loyal to the new gravity master.
Below, the lunar landscape skyrocketed. Li Badi's vision is good enough to begin to speculate where he will hit. There is a small circle, it must be a crater scar. Several black lines may be crack networks. There is also a dome.
He remembers those domes. They are also recent discoveries. It was not easy to see until later instruments showed that the surface of the moon was covered with these peculiar bumps. Their nature remains a mystery.
It seems that Li Bai will have a hard time knowing what their structure is. Now, he was clearly heading directly to the center of the man below him. The bubble-like top ejected from the lava, hard and shiny, like lava, shining on the gray dusty surface around it in the sun.
Theophilus' wall was already on the horizon, towering into the clouds. Now Li Bai realized how fast the rocket was still falling. This mountain is a measuring stick, frightening.
When the rocket sprinted toward the bullseye in the upper center of the dome, there was a moment of frightening suspense. The round surface rushed up.
Li Huai pressed himself on the pad, held his head tightly in his hands, and then stiffened. The rocket buzzed in the thin air and vibrated on the parachute. When the bullet-shaped structure of the rocket nose came into contact with the lunar target, the shock suddenly spread. There was a sound like a large explosion in Li Huai’s ears. same.
7. Cellular place
Li Huai did not have time to wonder why he was not immediately killed by the crash, because the explosion that hit the surface of the dome immediately rang out with a huge roar, surrounding the entire rocket head. What followed was a strong pressure on the rocket, which leaned against the cushion at the nose and held it there.
The pressure is unstable and changes with the change of the roar itself, the sudden sound suddenly sounds, the twitching twitch and the pitch change. The huge outward gas explosion slows the rocket. These gases must be trapped in huge volcanic bubbles, and the outermost surface of the volcano is a dome, which is so mysterious to land observers. By breaking through the thin lava shell, Li Badi's rocket released the suppressed gas, and because it was still under the pressure of this gas column, it was still bored with its rapid momentum.
Li Huai didn't know this at the time, although he only knew it later. At that time, he had everything he could do to prevent himself from being hit black and blue by the bumpy rocket. His head gripped his arm tightly, riding bumps and yelling, trying to stop his breathing from being beaten out of his lungs.
There was another violent impact and rupture, and the rocket bounced into the new air flow again. It violently hit a huge bubble, broke through the bottom shell, but suddenly exploded into the lower layer of gas. Since the new gas did not find the near vacuum of the surface opened by the first bubble, the roar was reduced. The rocket dropped steadily, breaking through the third bubble, and then the fourth bubble. Obviously, at least in that area, there are a lot of condensed air pockets on the surface of the moon, a honeycomb of thin-walled lava foam, perhaps very deep.
When reaching the bottom of the last bubble, breaking the thin shell and falling from it, the rocket almost completely loses its original spatial momentum. This time there was a hissing noise around the husky nose, and a warm sound began to flow through Rocket's body. It was wrapped in a hot steam belt, it fell hundreds of feet, and then hit a huge splash. The sound of the rocket sinking into the new substance disappeared, the sound stopped, and then it bounced upward again.
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