Mourning clothes... Cheng Lin glanced at those white and bloated space suits and thought that the color was really appropriate.
As for the meaning, it is even more appropriate. After all, no matter whether this mission is successful or not, there is no chance for these fifteen people to survive.
After hearing Li Yang's words, the others showed a relieved smile, and the dull atmosphere was temporarily broken.
Several of them ran over excitedly, picked up a suit corresponding to their name, compared it, and said with a smile: "This is the first time in our lives that we have worn this."
The first time and the last time.
The rest of the people also put out their cigarette butts and stood up. Cheng Lin walked over and picked up the suit with his name on it, and put it on with the help of the staff next to him. It was hard to put this thing on without someone's guidance.
There are also some buttons on the surface, including the most important oxygen bag.
Because it goes deep into the plants, it is impossible to use pipes to transport oxygen from the spacecraft. It can only be carried by itself. For the special mission, these spacesuits are customized and modified, which increases the oxygen reserve and increases the weight. However,
It is not a problem in the weightless environment of space.
"Click."
After fastening the buttons on his belt, Cheng Lin also figured out how to use the clothes and felt them. They were quite heavy and very stuffy.
He lowered his head and saw a special metal area on his chest that was sewn on the surface of the clothes. When he pressed it, a light spot began to flash.
"This is a signal source that can detect vital signs and corresponds to each person. In this case, the signal can be used on the ground to determine whether the person wearing clothes is dead. It also has a positioning effect. In this case, as long as one of us is still alive,
, the ground will know our location."
Shen Shanjing explained and paused: "Or, to be more precise, knowing the location of the warhead."
Yes, just like the metaphor he said before, their fifteen "viruses" are too small for the "plant overlord" and will hardly attract attention, but the "immunity" within the plant alone will definitely affect the plant's internal "immunity".
They cause great hindrance.
Perhaps, people will die on the way in, and many people may die.
And as long as there is still one person alive, he must take over the task of carrying the warhead and move forward.
"I understand." Cheng Lin pursed his lips, nodded, and said nothing. Then he twitched the corners of his lips, not wanting to be infected by the surrounding atmosphere, but it seemed difficult to do so.
After some study, everyone took off their space suits again. It was too uncomfortable to wear. After getting familiar with it, it was too late to put it on again after going out.
Cheng Lin originally thought that he would take advantage of the time to conduct some training on space shuttle control, but he did not. According to Shen Shanjing, real astronauts have to collect samples and return home, but they don't.
"Have you ever seen a costume war drama? There is a kind of 'rocket'. Oh, it is not the kind of rocket we are going to ride on, but a 'rocket' in which flammable material is wrapped around the tip of an arrow, then ignited and shot out with a whoosh.
', and we are like that burning fire."
Shen Shanjing stroked the round space suit helmet and looked at the real-time display of the images of the universe captured by satellites on the big screen in front of him. It seemed as if there were real flames burning in his eyes.
In the silence, fifteen people sat together and chatted a little bit about cars, houses, gossip and news, and those "little things" that were always mentioned after dinner in peaceful times, except life and death.
There are no elegy of generosity, things like for the nation, the country, and humanity. Those who can sit here have already embraced death, and it seems very boring to talk about those things.
Time passed bit by bit, and five hours later, a meal was delivered from the kitchen that was not sumptuous. The specifications were very simple. It was not because of reluctance, but because it was considered not to affect the action due to fullness.
The main food was porridge and steamed buns. Fifteen people sat together and ate the steamed buns very slowly, as if every bite was particularly worth cherishing.
As he was eating, Cheng Lin saw that the taciturn young man who entered the team through "application" suddenly began to shed tears, and the tears fell into the porridge. He hurriedly held it up and drank it as if to cover it up, but stopped because I couldn't stop sobbing and couldn't drink.
A dozen other men and women with sullen faces seemed to have their heartstrings touched by his actions, and then spread like infection one by one. Even Shen Shan Jingdu turned his head away after sensing his gaze, and continued to eat as if nothing had happened. .
Cheng Lin was silent in this unspeakable atmosphere. He unconsciously picked up the bowl and took a sip. The porridge was very thick, warm and salty.
Finally, when the time reached the eighth hour, several people received action instructions.
Shi Shengcun stood up, took the lead in putting on his space suit, held his helmet under his left arm, and said in a calm and calm voice: "Let's go."
Li Yang, who was leaning against the corner, pressed an unknown number of thin cigarettes against the wall, then exhaled, raised his voice and picked up his helmet: "Get up, let's go!"
"gone!"
"gone!"
A person uttered these two words as if to vent their anger, put on their clothes, picked up their helmets, huddled together, walked out, walked along the corridor to the metal door at the end, and then saw two sliding doors to the left and right. Move away.
The next second, the fifteen people were all stunned. They were shocked to see outside the door, in the hall of the launch center, on the white marble floor that reflected the light, and there were people standing neatly.
Those were the researchers at the launch center, the officers and soldiers who were in charge of the escort who were transferred from an unknown army, the other awakened people from the Supernatural Power Bureau who were not selected, and all the people in this building except the necessary technical operators. people.
Hundreds of people of different clothes, different genders, different identities, and different ages stood quietly behind the door at some point, lowering their hands, waiting here solemnly, only in the center of the hall, leading to the door. A narrow path was left in the direction.
"This is……"
Fifteen people were stunned at the door, at a loss. Shi Shengcun subconsciously looked at Liang Jing who was standing in front. His lips moved and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.
Liang Jing seemed to understand his thoughts and just shook his head.
The next second, she suddenly took a deep breath, raised her right arm, placed her palm straight beside her head, and then shouted in a slightly hoarse voice: "Salute!!"
Then, as if they had been rehearsed countless times, in the huge launch center, hundreds or even thousands of staff members, no matter where they were, all raised their right arms at the same time, with their fingers leveled and held together at their sides, making a neat sound The sound of swiping!
No passionate preaching!
No impassioned speech!
Nothing fancy!
No drumming, no fireworks, no noise!
Only solemnity!
Silent solemnity!
A silent and solemn ceremony rendered by countless pairs of firm, moist eyes and countless straight, trembling hands!
In silence, the fifteen people straightened their waists almost simultaneously, and then an unknown person was the first to pick up the aerospace helmet tucked under their arm, held it up with both hands, and put it on in public.
Cheng Lin stared at everything quietly, and followed everything almost mechanically. He put on his helmet, tightened the zipper, and then slowly and forcefully walked along the narrow and bright road, walked out of the door facing countless pairs of eyes, and then headed not far away.
He walked towards the rocket launcher that had already been erected.
When they walked out of the door, they suddenly heard Liang Jing calling from behind:
"We will watch you from the ground, every one of you! The universe is very cold, but I want you to remember that behind you, there are seven billion people accompanying you!"
The footsteps paused slightly, and then the fifteen people continued to move forward without hesitation.
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Fifteen minutes later, Cheng Lin sat on his seat inside the rocket and confirmed for the fifth time that the straps were secure.
Immediately, he let out a breath, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar companions around him, and heard the countdown sound coming from inside the rocket.
"10,9,8..."
"4,3,2...1...0..."
"ignition!!"
The next second, there was a roar, the huge rocket launch tower opened, and thick white mist rose. Globally, three rockets from the Xia Kingdom, the Federation, and the Soviet Union, carrying three megaton warheads, officially took off.