After hearing this number, Zhou Zhe was silent for two seconds.
He shook his head.
First he shook it gently, and then he shook it hard several times, his behavior revealing helplessness and disappointment.
As soon as he entered this office, he felt that the atmosphere was wrong, and the air was filled with numbness. The people in this office held the hope of all mankind, but their own faces were full of despair.
really......
"Humans..."
Zhou Zhezhi sighed deeply: "We used the most sophisticated security system to destroy each other."
Perhaps, humans can only go so far.
Zhou Zhe turned the wheelchair and moved outward with an indescribable feeling.
At this moment, the commander called to him.
"gentlemen!"
The officer put on his hat, stood up, looked at Zhou Zhezhi's back and said, "We have a backup plan."
...
"This is a mechanical detonator for a nuclear bomb."
"This is the trigger."
"A total of eighty-one styles."
In the space station, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.
Because the backup plan is to detonate the nuclear bomb with human flesh, one astronaut and one remote control, so that the astronaut can stand next to the nuclear bomb and detonate the nuclear bomb.
This is the most primitive detonation method.
No one wants to use this method unless they are at the end of their rope, because it means sacrifice.
But this is the only way to detonate it at the moment.
"Every time a nuclear bomb is detonated, it can trigger about ten nuclear bombs in a chain."
"Hydrogen bombs must be detonated one by one."
"So, we need 219 people to operate."
"But to ensure success."
"I need three hundred people."
"Our docking cabin is not a landing cabin, so I only have a one-way ticket here."
The person who spoke said nothing further.
Everyone understands.
This is an action destined to have no return.
The technician introducing the remote control next to him was still talking. He held up a bulky remote control and said loudly: "Maozi model, no safety, two triggers."
At this time, everyone was in a very low mood.
But time waits for no one.
There are eighty-one styles of remote controls, and just introducing them would take a long time, so there was no time for the astronauts to quietly think about whether to participate in this operation.
"I go!"
Suddenly, a young astronaut shouted loudly.
Immediately afterwards, more and more people made their voices heard, from all countries and races.
"I go!"
"I go!"
"I go!"
Arms were raised high, and shouts came and went.
No one can force these astronauts, because there can be no mistakes in this operation. Only if everyone involved is willing, can the mission be successfully completed in the end.
It's not that they don't want to live anymore, it's that someone has to complete the task.
Someone has to take responsibility.
"I go!"
Zhang Peng was awakened by the shouts of the young people beside him.
He recovered from his memories and melancholy and turned to look at the young man beside him.
The young man looked at him uneasily.
He looked at the young man's immature face and felt an inexplicable sense of heroism in his heart.
"What are you looking at?"
He glared at the young man so hard that he turned his head back in fright.
"The moon is ours..."
He said softly: "I don't trust it if I leave it to you little brats."
Zhang Peng grabbed the young man's arm, forced it down, and then shouted loudly: "Chinese Aerospace Flight Squadron!"
In an instant, the entire corridor fell silent.
"Over fifty!"
Zhang Peng took the lead and stood up.
"Get out of the queue!"
he shouted in a voice close to a roar.
The veterans smiled and shook their heads, walked out of the team one by one, and followed Zhang Peng towards the front.
The young people looked at them in astonishment.
This is......
When they belatedly realized what the veterans were doing, an indescribable feeling surged up from their hearts, overflowed from their eyes, and condensed into twinkling tears.
They pursed their lips tightly.
At this moment, the veterans felt peaceful inside.
They don't feel forced.
In fact, no one can force them on this matter, because as long as they are unwilling, even if they show the slightest sign, they will not be allowed to participate in this mission.
They are all voluntary.
Even if Zhang Peng doesn't shout, they will come out on their own.
Because there is a priority in taking responsibility. For things like this that cannot come back, old guys like them are more suitable.
They are already fifty years old.
I have gone through everything that I should go through, and if I continue to live, I will live to an age where I will be riddled with all kinds of diseases.
But kids are different.
This world is very beautiful, they have not experienced it yet.
"Russian Space Flight Squadron!"
"French Space Squadron!"
"British Space Squadron!"
"..."
Even the commander of this operation stepped forward.
In the face of disasters and sacrifices, people from different countries, different skin colors, different races, and different identities made the same choice.
Young people will always remember this day.
This is the last lesson taught to them by their teachers, instructors, and commanders.
However, the matter of detonating the nuclear bomb was settled, but the team responsible for restarting the root server ran into trouble.
As soon as the team that restarted the Beijing root server landed, a wounded person appeared. In order to ensure the safety of the wounded person, the team had to separate two healthy team members to escort the wounded person back.
The team of five suddenly only had two people left - Ma Zhao, chief engineer of the 550 project, and Tu Hengyu, architect.
Two top scientists waded through the water and worked hard.
Accidents happened one after another.
When Ma Zhao was wiring, his leg was caught by a cable. The water rose rapidly and soon submerged his collarbone.
"Tu Hengyu!"
Ma Zhao felt that there was no hope of escape.
"then!"
"And the last set of passwords!"
He struggled to hand the key to Tu Hengyu.
Tu Hengyu hesitated.
He didn't understand why Ma Zhao was still so concerned about the key at this time. If Ma Zhao drowned here, would the life and death of the earth still have anything to do with Ma Zhao? Does Ma Zhao still need to care about the earth?
He hesitantly took the key from Ma Zhao.
Ma Zhao said anxiously: "Remember!"
"Civilization without people!"
The water almost covered his mouth and nose.
"Meaningless......"
Tu Hengyu buried his head under the water. He saw Ma Zhao waving to him, indicating that he should quickly enter the last set of passwords.
Tu Hengyu couldn't explain how he felt at the moment.
But he seemed to be waking up from a dream.
Password! I have to enter the password!
He glanced at Ma Zhao one last time, then hurriedly turned around and swam toward the computer outside.
Misfortune never comes alone.
At the same time, the first batch of lunar fragments has arrived at the earth. They passed through the earth's atmosphere and turned into huge fireballs, violently bombarding the surface.
Rumble, rumble!
Explosions, roars, screams...
The ground turned into purgatory.
thumping!
At this moment of extreme chaos, a low sound suddenly sounded from deep in the earth, like a beating pulse.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
As the moon fragments are bombarded one after another, the pulse sound from the ground gradually becomes clear and powerful.
