Chapter 832 Descend

At this moment, just above the moon, in the vast space, as their orbits overlap, the two space stations Mithras and Liberty meet again in this desolate void after half a year.

Even when they are closest, the distance is more than 200 kilometers.

When each other's armors were opened and they gradually moved closer, everyone's expressions became as excited as if they were facing a war.

Admittedly, there is nothing wrong with that being a war...

When the scene behind the porthole on the opposite side was projected in front of Huai Shi's eyes, he was stunned.

Hundreds of burly men, their faces smeared with paint, their hair tied up or shaved off, their upper bodies naked, showing countless vicious paints and body hair.

Holding mop sticks or spears and battle axes improvised from steel in their hands, their eyes widened with anger, and under the leadership of the station commander at the front, they roared angrily at the Romans at the opposite space station.

The electrical signal from space transmitted the mighty sound without reservation.

The leader at the front even held a lively chicken in his hand, chopped it up on the spot, smeared his face with blood, and loudly demonstrated to the opposing Romans.

Immediately afterwards, the 100-man phalanx of the 'Roman infantry' also began to demonstrate and return the favor.

Cry Rome and Caesar!

Then, they sang military songs loudly and with their heads held high.

For a time, the voices from each other echoed in the communication between the two parties.

Two hundred kilometers apart, the staff of the two scientific research and observation space stations sent greetings to the long-lost voyagers.

Until just three minutes passed in an instant.

The two sides passed each other on the track.

At the last moment, the webmasters of both parties waved goodbye and promised to meet again in half a year.

Then the soldiers, who had just reached 2,580,000 men, began to busy cleaning up the garbage in the cabin and things dropped on the ground.

Huaishi was dumbfounded the whole time, slurping the already empty watermelon jelly in her mouth.

"I'll make you laugh. When you're traveling in space, you rarely see outsiders. Sometimes when you encounter something, everyone gets overly excited."

The webmaster took off his helmet and explained to Huai Shi proudly: "But those Americans lost again! How can that kind of COSPLAY compare with our real thing? The winner of this year's Space Warrior Cup must be our Mithras!" "

"Absolutely, do you still have competition?"

"Yes, this is an annual competition program initiated by Egypt's Buster Space Station. The awards are awarded by the Current Space Council. It is simply an honor for every astronaut!"

Isn't it a bit too much for you to ask for the entire trophy for space role-playing?

After listening to Huai Shi, he could only applaud with admiration.

Or you can play.

But I can’t play well...

In a place where people generally squeeze into a dormitory with 20 people a year, have to queue up to use the toilet, and recycle water for bathing, if you don't know how to play, facing the pile of instruments and data every day will drive you crazy.

Just enjoying the hardship.

There is no happy water, no private space, and even porn movies. Hundreds of people live in an iron box, with endless work and endless data. I am afraid that no matter how reluctant to go out, A Zhai cannot bear it.

Hell's development is better than this job.

At least I can go out.

If you go out here, once you run out of oxygen, you will die.

The void of the universe is so vast that even the round trip between the earth and moon system is still long enough to make people numb. In comparison, everyone is just an ant huddled in a box.

I didn't dwell on the sentimentality for too long.

Just when the space station was about to turn over the dark side of the moon, in the projection from the outside world, everyone saw that on the eternally pale earth at the end of the moon plane, a slender beam of light suddenly rose, like It was a sharp iron needle that pierced through from the inside out, piercing the moon's shell and pointing to the present state.

"What's that?"

Huaishi scratched his head and looked around: "Are there fireworks? Celebrating the festival on the moon?"

"That's Level 2 emergency alert, sir -" the stationmaster's expression became serious: "There may have been an accident at the prison, reminding everyone to beware of escapees."

"prison Break?"

Huai Shi was stunned for a long time, unable to imagine.

In a place like this, buried deep under the moon, where one would suffocate to death once the oxygen is cut off, how could anyone escape from prison? This is not a place where you can just grab a protective suit and run away.

Throwing aside the heavy defenses inside, the harsh conditions outside alone are enough to make all escapees despair.

Thousands of kilometers of uninhabited land is enough to trap any escapees.

Hypothermia, death; suffocation, death; hunger, death...

The nearest supply station is 2,100 kilometers away. Mathematicians ensured monthly supplies through precise calculations, down to every mouthful of starch and every screw.

Since the construction of the Lunar Prison, a total of four fifth-level ascendants have served their sentences there, as well as countless other scholars, alchemists, and even creators and grand masters.

No one can escape from it.

In the above-mentioned special case, no one even waited until the day they were released from prison.

"Mr. Huaishi, I'm afraid your journey will be affected."

After the stationmaster put down the communicator, he brought bad news: "Now all takeoffs on the moon require the approval of the management committee. Our aircraft all have missions. I'm afraid it will be difficult to send you down without permission."

We have confirmed from the Kepler Valley Pass base that all their vehicles must take off within two hours, otherwise they will have to stay and cooperate with the investigation——"

He paused and looked over sympathetically: "In other words, if we wait for the committee to approve our descent and takeoff, you may not be able to catch up with the Ishikama Society's ship."

"then what do I do?"

The poet was dumbfounded and glanced down at his phone.

The scheduled itinerary was stuck, and there were still two hours left. It should have been enough for Huaishi to pass the verification after landing, and then leave calmly after meeting up with the people from the Stone Cauldron Society.

What a disaster!

Someone escaped from the dark side prison, and when he flapped his wings, all takeoffs and landings on the entire moon were disrupted.

The ships from the Kepler base are now allowed to take off, probably because the Stone Cauldron Society is proud enough, and they are almost on the other side of the moon, and the escapees cannot cross such a long distance in a short time.

"Well, that's the problem."

The webmaster looked embarrassed when he said this: "Although the aircraft cannot take off and land, we have an airborne landing chamber for drone sampling..."

He coughed dryly and said apologetically: "If you don't mind it, you can actually make do with it."

This advice is actually not very reliable.

If Huai Shi was not a well-known sublimator, he would probably not even mention it.

This is no different from stuffing a person into a torpedo and launching it. They are both things that cannot come back after being thrown out.

The airborne capsule carrying the drone was originally a disposable consumable, a tool used to detect large meteorites and conduct rock sampling and analysis.

It still carries the landing gear and the buffer equipment prepared to ensure the integrity of the drone, but there will no longer be the fuel to allow it to escape the moon's gravity and fly back.

Otherwise, there is no way around the current takeoff control on the lunar surface.

Apart from this, the only vehicle capable of transporting people to the Minerva Space Station is the space shuttle used to regularly transport and receive supplies.

Who knows how long flight control will be maintained on the lunar surface.

Space navigation is not just an outing. If that thing is lowered and does not get permission to take off, the operation of the Minerva Space Station will be affected. If it is more tragic, it may even run out of food.

Therefore, when the multiple-choice question of whether I'm sorry for the crew or I'm sorry for Huaishi is placed in front of the stationmaster, he can only feel sorry for the little brother who came to take a ride.

As for Huaishi, after carefully understanding the situation, she also felt that... this was a solution.

"This airborne pod of yours..." Huai Shi pinched her chin and asked tentatively, "Is it safe?"

"The airborne pod and the escape cabin of the Minerva Space Station are both configured in the same way. They are even more spacious and safer than that one. After all, even a consumable drone is much more precious than a human body."

"Sounds like it would work fine."

Huai Shi breathed a sigh of relief: "Just don't blow up halfway."

Isn't it just a black car?

It’s not like I’ve never sat down before…

Raymond, the old driver from hell, doesn’t even wear a seat belt in his truck, so it’s okay if he can get himself out without a hitch.

It's better than standing here waiting to miss the train.

After getting Huai Shi's consent, the webmaster breathed a sigh of relief and felt increasingly guilty.

Fifteen minutes later, on the outer deck and on the launch platform of the drop cabin, Huai Shi saw the prepared vehicle and all the tools prepared for him.

Including three layers of protective impact measures, it is enough to support more than two days of compressed food, saves a little water to last a week, and can be used as an oxygen production consumable when necessary.

A small air cushion cushioning device nested inside the drop pod.

A specially modified pistol that can be used in a vacuum, and a magazine of alchemical bullets.

Emergency radio station.

A human source of supplies, a medical kit, and even a repair kit filled with a set of maintenance tools, and even a set of the most eye-catching and conspicuous bright red spacesuits to facilitate the search and rescue team in the event of an accident.

Also worn underneath are liquid cushioning garments with the highest safety standards.

Even the dogs have one!

"Well, there's no need for so many..." Huai Shi saw herself being wrapped into a ball, dumbfounded: "I can't carry so many things."

"If you can't take it with you, just leave it where you are."

“Isn’t littering prohibited on the moon?”

"It doesn't matter. We will pay for the subsequent recycling and cleanup costs." The webmaster said simply: "These are all necessary reserves."

Seeing their serious and careful looks, Huai Shi even began to wonder, are these people more nervous than herself?

The stationmaster seemed to notice his doubts and asked: "Mr. Huaishi, maybe this is your first time doing outer space operations, right?

As researchers, we have nothing to point out to sublimators, but if it is survival experience, we still have some room to speak. "

He solemnly said: "I'll give you a piece of advice: here, everything must be prepared for the worst, and be prepared ten times as much. Waste is never a problem, the problem is that there is no opportunity for waste."

"This is a desperate situation where you cannot survive without tools." He told the man in front of him. "In any case, you must be able to ensure that you can survive until the rescue team arrives after an accident."

In this way, Huai Shi tightened the straps on her body and hung the pistol on the outer backpack.

A place that is easily accessible at all times.

After the third inspection of the airborne warehouse, the station commander took a step back and waved goodbye to Huai Shi.

"I sincerely hope that we can meet again when you return."

He said: "Goodbye, Your Excellency Huai Shi."

Accompanied by a countdown.

The drop pod suddenly shook and slid outward along the track. Finally, it broke away from the space station. Under the acceleration of the ejection, it fell towards the eternally pale alien land below.

There is no friction from the atmosphere, no resistance from the air, no violent tremors, no abnormalities.

Only the distant gravity gradually increased, telling Huai Shi that he was falling.

It was at that moment that his vision went dark and he felt a chill.

The premonition of death breaks out.

Because in the dark universe in the distance, an icy glow lit up.

——Like the stars coming!

Today’s Easter egg stamp is presented to Duoduo~