Chapter 696:

Then, when he fell heavily and hit something, he felt the helmet slip a little, shaking slightly. There was a longing, and suddenly his panel was completely cleared. At the same time, he felt his eyes pop up suddenly, and at the same time something was living on his nose, and he took a breath from him.
Through the transparent plate, he caught a glimpse of the large metal structure protruding from the ground. He was thinking crazy about the Russian rocket. It was as big as a huge bullet, shining brightly. He saw it approaching him and realized that he was being dragged away by Peter.
He also realized that his helmet had slipped out of a gap, the air inside had been sucked out, the water vapor that had clogged his panel had also been snatched away, and his face was exposed. But the oxygen tube was still in his mouth, still forcing air into his body, and his nostrils sucked out oxygen at almost the same rate. For some reason, the thin air blast from the helmet spared his face from all the severe tests of the vacuum. His eyes are swollen and painful, and he feels blood spurting from his nose, and the red film keeps blocking the panel, being snatched by the escape air.
Then, when he realized that he could no longer bear the pain, he felt he was grasped by his shoulders, lifted, pushed into a small dark space, and felt the clink of a metal door with his fingers. There was a hissing sound, and finally his consciousness disappeared. He knew that they had reached the airlock of the Soviet rocket and his suffering was over.
The moon calls the earth
The impression that the wet cloth moved gently on his face was Li Badi's first feeling of restoring his senses. He opened his eyes and found Peter leaning over, carefully sweeping away the soreness from his nose and face. Li Bad's eyes hurt, he blinked, feeling their nakedness every time.
"It's easy to do." Peter said with a smile. "Your eyes are full of bloodshot eyes, but fortunately there is no real harm. You can't be exposed for more than a few seconds. The nosebleed also stopped."
Li Badi raised his head, a little dizzy and weak at first. He was lying on a hammock, which was suspended in the narrow space of the rocket cabin. He slowly entered a limited area while bending his muscles to find other sensitive points. His clothes have been taken off, and the taut bandage has been untied. He was wearing some kind of loose aviation overalls that his brother wore for him.
"Have I been out for a long time?" Li Huai asked, sitting up.
"Maybe an hour and a half," his brother said. "Mostly, I feel shocked and overworked. You have some bruises on your calves and feet, but nothing can stop you. It feels like some hot food? Real earth food?"
Li Badi suddenly became hungry, and the memory of a hundred forgotten foods overwhelmed his senses. He nodded, then greedily attacked the full canteen that his brother was heating. It only contains some kind of frankfurter sausage, some canned potatoes, a piece of black bread and a cup of cabbage soup... but for Li Huai, this is his best banquet in many months. For the first time, he ate meat that was not a rabbit or moon creature, and vegetables that were not the fruit of the moon tree. His tongue is intoxicated by the taste. A cup of hot tea is the last feeling.
After refreshing, he looked around. For the three-person crew, the small cabin occupying the entire rocket nose is indeed a tight squeeze. The controls and the pilot seat take up a large part. There was only room for two hammocks. Obviously, these hammocks only spread out when taking off or sleeping, and Peter rolled up the bed in which Li Wei was resting. There is a built-in power grid, a nozzle through which water is piped, a large number of observation and recording instruments, a few folding seats, and nothing more. Several thick glass bull-eye windows formed a circle around the nose, flush with the pilot's eyes. The light came from a large light bulb hanging from the bow. The result of the crash was that the entire cabin was tilted at an angle.
Li Badi said: "What surprises me is that everything is so good." "I originally wanted to see the complete ruins."
Peter said: "Well, I must admit that Von Bock is definitely an excellent pilot. The crash may not be his fault. We shouldn't actually land. Our order is to try to circle the moon. Narrow orbit, and then Back, we can only land if von Bok is sure he can do it and escape again.
"Although what happened was that when we crossed the boundary of space where the pull of the moon was equal to the pull of the earth, our gyroscope control device was stuck. Von Bock was unable to turn the rocket behind us in the direction indicated. The gyroscope fought for about forty minutes, and even went outside to the airless part under the sealed cabin. When we finally got the control device to work, it was too late to try to establish an orbit. On the contrary, von Bock Did the next best thing: he decided to try to land directly, he turned the rocket upside down, slowed us down and landed, trying to land on his jet, which is a very difficult balancing technique, especially On an unknown landing field at an unknown distance.
"Actually, he almost succeeded. He fell a little too fast, broke our tube, and hit the entire back on the surface of pumice and dust, leaving our nose compartment unharmed. Von Bock used metal Smashed his head. I overflowed, and Arkadi voluntarily stood at the observation port opposite the pilot to inform him of any danger on his side and was thrown into the room and killed."
Li Huai nodded slowly. "But why don't you stay here instead of going out?"
Peter went to a cabin and opened it. There are about six small containers and cans inside. The reply said: "This is all the food we have left." "We can't stay here too long. When I look around, I see mist emanating from that place on the cliff. Obviously, if you can't find a suitable one. We will die at the accommodation. I went outside, buried, and explored, only to realize that what got in was a sealed crack that might be filled with air. So I loaded the unconscious for several hours, and Set out to go underground."
Li Huai stood up and walked around. He is already in a better condition. He looked at the panels and found that they were complicated and marked in Russian. "What is the source of electricity?" he asked.
Peter replied: "There is an atomic pile somewhere behind the rocket." "That's something you can't easily crush. It's still running."
"Then can we send the information back to the earth?" Li Huai asked. "If we have power, this ship must be equipped with a radio...."
"We tried, but the radio was smashed when it landed. However, there is an emergency radio wave transmitter specifically designed for such things. I don't know if it works. Let's see."
Peter opened a door on the rocket floor, which opened in an area blocked by equipment, wires, and extra supplies. He walked over and extracted a small black box. He raised it and shook it slightly. He handed it to Li Bai, took out a coil of wire, then sat in the pilot's seat, and began to connect the box to the rocket. When it was inserted into the electrical system of the cabin, a switch was flicked and the was turned. Buzzing in the box.
"It works," he said. "This will send a steady signal wave across the entire air travel frequency band. If you are looking for it, you can hear radio beeps from the earth. Through tracking, astronomers can accurately track the location of this rocket. What we have to do Just leave and this will run on our atomic power source for several years. Eventually, the rocket will find us."
"But, is there definitely some way to get their attention faster?" Li Huai said. "Do you have flares?"
"You are right," Peter said excitedly. "We already have them. It's night, outside. If we use flares, we can see them on any telescope of any size. Did we detonate them?"
Lee nodded. "There is no time now."
Peter reached into the floor storage room again, opened the other part, and began to take out another spacesuit. He said: "This is Arkadi." "It should suit you."
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