Vol 2 Chapter 61: Prairie Tour

Lao Lin didn't pay attention to Lei Meng's pun urge. He knocked on the metal wall of the transit cabin and asked Dang Aiguo: "What material is this? It doesn't look like a titanium alloy."
　　 "Oh, it's iron." Dang Paiguo replied.
　　 Everyone's eyes widened. The use of cheap iron to make the transit cabin is too unbelievable. Dang Aiguo continued to explain: "It's not ordinary iron, it's dislocation-free iron."
　　 Everyone continues to be ignorant, no one has heard of the term dislocation-free iron, including Lao Lin.
　　Only Liu Yanzhi asked, "Isn't that something in science fiction?" When he was in the fifth grade, he had seen this word in a science fiction novel written by a Soviet writer, but he didn't expect it to exist in reality.
　　 Party Patriotic Road: "Now is not the time to discuss this, Lao Lin, you come first, and I will slowly popularize science to you."
　　 Lao Lin got into the transit cabin, fastened his seat belt, took a deep breath, looked straight ahead, and saw the hatch slowly closing from the corner of his eyes, his heart fluctuating.
After all, traveling through history is not a trivial matter. Lao Lin remembered a lot in an instant, thinking of the ups and downs of the past few decades, thinking of the martyrs in the Montauk plan, thinking of what Armstrong said when he stepped on the surface of the moon, this is me This small step is a big step for mankind. The long-cherished wish of many years is finally fulfilled. He has mixed feelings and some worry about whether his aging body can withstand the huge tearing force and time turbulence caused by crossing.
"Dislocation-free iron is the elimination of dislocations. Iron with neatly arranged molecules is hundreds of times stronger than ordinary iron. For example, building a railway bridge with ordinary steel requires tens of thousands of tons of steel and hundreds of workers. For welding in a working day, if dislocation-free iron is used for construction, then one can be braided with iron wire." The party patriotically talked.
Lao Lin understands this principle, but he cannot believe that the Chinese have mastered the technology of smelting dislocation-free iron. If this technology really exists, then it is impossible not to be awarded the Nobel Prize. With the Chinese government and the people’s desire for the Nobel Prize, They will not deliberately hide this secret. The only possibility is that this transit capsule is not a contemporary product, but is from the future itself.
　　 He uttered his guess. Dang Aiguo did not answer directly, but said that during the long journey we will have a long time to discuss this issue, and I also want to hear interesting anecdotes about the Montauk plan.
Liu Yanzhi heard the conversation between them and suddenly realized that perhaps this was a deal. Party Aiguo and Lao Lin exchange secrets with each other. Lao Lin will always stay in 1969 with the secret of crossing. Party Aiguo used Montauk’s secrets in Cuiwei. On the mountain, each takes what it needs, and each gets what it wants.
　　 "We are here," said Dang Aiguo, and unfastened his seat belt.
　　 There was no uncomfortable reaction. The crossing had been completed, the hatch opened automatically, and the birds and flowers outside were fragrant and the sky was blue. This was Cuiwei Mountain in September 1969. They had returned forty-eight years ago.
　　Except for Lao Lin, the others are all senior traversers. They orderly packed their equipment and concealed the transit cabin with branches and leaves. Only Lao Lin was extremely excited and muttered to himself, wishing to kneel and kiss the 1969 land.
The great satisfaction after the wish was fulfilled made Lao Lin seem to be ten years younger. After a brief gaffe, he returned to normal and went down the mountain with everyone. Six traversers dressed as the People's Liberation Army lined up on the gravel road in the late 1960s. There is no sense of violation.
　　In the early autumn season, the climate is pleasant, and there are dense trees on both sides of the road, making the long journey more like a leisurely hike.
　　 "Professor, you can tell me now, is the crossing cabin from the future?" Lao Lin asked, he walked vigorously, not slower than others.
"Of course." Dang Paiguo said as he walked, "This transcendence capsule comes from the future, from a world that has already been destroyed. We are just exploiters, not inventors. My goals and yours are actually the same, and both are to stop us. The earth’s home has been destroyed by a gang of evil careerists. Our time is running out. To be exact, there are still two years and one month."
Lao Lin is not surprised. World Destruction says that there is a market in the West. A large number of Hollywood movies reflect this complex. Human beings don’t cherish their living environment, pollute, develop viruses or intelligent robots, and destroy the world by themselves. With this view, speaking out from the patriotism of the party at this moment just made him more convinced.
　　 "I want to take the liberty to ask, are you from the future?" Old Lin Dao, he has studied the party's patriotism and is very interested in his legendary life experience and experience.
"I am not." Dang Aiguo smiled, "but we have people from the future in our team, so we will be so determined to embark on the road of human self-salvation. With a time tunnel, history and the future are changed. To become feasible, it just requires us to work hard, even the price of life."
Lao Lin nodded. He was deeply acquainted with the principles of the Party professor, but he was more interested in the details. He asked: "I noticed that there is no pain in the process of crossing. This is a technical difficulty that cannot be overcome in the Montauk plan. May I ask How did you do it?"
　　Dang Paiguo said: "Do you know that there was a wall penetration technique in ancient China?"
　　 "Uh huh." Lao Lin made a gesture of listening.
"Time travel is equal to travel. How can human flesh and blood pass through a brick wall, unless this person turns into a ghost, which is a molecular structure of nothingness, but that person does not exist." Dang Aiguo said "Time is irreversible. Unless there is a wormhole, there happens to be such one on Cuiwei Mountain. In addition, the future technology uses a dislocation-free iron to make a crossing cabin, which can withstand the high temperature and pressure in the wormhole, and we can pass through smoothly. ."
Liu Yanzhi, who was in charge of the Queen’s Palace, couldn’t help being a little annoyed when he heard these words. When he started to traverse, he didn’t have any crossing cabins. Instead, he lay directly in the dirt pit and endured the flames. The party patriots obviously had crossing cabins, so why didn’t he take them out earlier? Later, he and Guan Lu crossed together in a double cabin, and now everyone used a six-person cabin in a team to cross. Obviously they were all newly manufactured, but the party patriot said that what came from the future was really open-eyed.
Old Lynch said: "As far as I know, wormholes are ubiquitous, fleeting, and extremely subtle, smaller than the smallest quark. How could the wormhole on Cuiwei Mountain be so big and exist for a long time? How did you do it?"
Dang Aiguo said: "Future technology, I don’t understand it if I tell you." He stopped and waved. A truck carrying supplies stopped behind. The driver enthusiastically poked out his head and asked: "Comrade People’s Liberation Army, you go where?"
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Relying on military uniforms and an impeccable letter of introduction, the traversing team successfully bought a train ticket to the motherland of Beijing. More than half of the express trains are soldiers, and the rest are mainly public officials. Only a couple holding children seem to be going to Beijing Visiting relatives.
The crossing group bought hard-seat tickets, which happened to be two rows of seats facing each other, so as to avoid intersection with other people and unnecessary trouble. The speed of this era is slow, and the monotonous sound of wheels hitting the gap between the rails makes People are drowsy, and outside the window is the endless North China Plain. Villages, farmland, woods, telephone poles, and the red slogans on the earthen walls are all marked by the times. Every time they arrive, they will stay for a long time for tourists to rest. , Purchase food on the platform.
On the seat on the other side of the aisle, there were four air force cadres in blue pants. They took out peanuts and Erguotou, and they drank and chatted. They talked about how to hit the Soviet Backfire bomber, which was supersonic. Defense, our military's fighter jets and anti-aircraft missiles are simply out of reach. The officers frown and smoke, ignoring that there are women and children in the carriage.
　　 Guan Lu couldn't help but think of words to stop her. She was stopped by the patriot's eyes, and turned her head angrily. Outside the window, there was an abrupt flat-topped mountain in the distance without any trees.
　　 "It's a strange mountain," Guan Lu said.
Lao Lin explained to him: "It was an artificial mountain piled up by engineers. The North China Plain was not dangerous to defend. The General Staff tried to build a commanding height by himself. There are dozens of such artificial mountains. Usually an artillery battalion equipped with 130 cannons is placed on the mountain. Used to suppress enemy forces within a radius of tens of miles, in fact, this is just a wish. The Soviet helicopter can easily solve these artillery camps."
　　 His words aroused the interest of several air force cadres next to him. One person took a cigarette and distributed it and asked which unit they belonged to.
　　 "Secret department." The party patriot politely dispelled the other party's expectation.
　　 The journey continued to be noisy and boring until I arrived in Beijing.
　　 The red capital of 1969 is in the center of the eye of the storm, UU reading www. uukanshu. The dark clouds of the Sino-Soviet war in com hung everyone's heart. The square of the train station was empty, with only a few old cars parked alone. The passengers filed in battle, and the members of the crossing group did not go far. They went directly to the ticket office to buy. Train tickets for Ulan Qab.
The most convenient way to go to Inner Mongolia is to take a train. Beijing opened international trains to Ulaanbaatar and Moscow as early as nine years ago. Although Sino-Soviet relations are tense and the trains have not stopped, the party patriot relies on the Beijing Military Command. The letter of introduction, I successfully bought six tickets, and I still sleep in a soft sleeper.
The time card for this crossing is very accurate. The international train departs tonight. The party’s patriotism strictly ordered the crew not to make extravagances. Everyone stayed in the waiting room not to go out and wander around. After eight difficult hours passed, they boarded the train again. Destination Inner Mongolia.
The hardware facilities of international trains are significantly better than those of ordinary trains. The soft sleepers are more upscale and no one is disturbed. The hierarchical system of socialist countries is stricter. At least city-level leaders or military cadres of the same level are eligible to sit on soft sleepers. How can it bother if it is too late.
　　 The train broadcast is broadcasting the deep friendship between Vietnam’s President Ho Chi Minh and the Chinese people. At this time, Ho Chi Minh has passed away. The leaders of the global communist countries are rushing to Hanoi to pay homage to them. History is rolling forward on the track, and the fork is just ahead.
　　At dawn, the train arrived at Ulan Qab Station, and six soldiers got off the train,　 stood in the cold morning dew.
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