Annihilation of the solar system

The atmosphere in the Space Force Combat Command Center is like space, without any sound, and bone-chillingly cold. The big screen shows that the steel debris that strictly abides by Newton's first law will remain in space according to the initial momentum obtained by the explosion and disintegration.

Rotating endlessly and scattering.

This space that was just called a position has now become a sad cemetery. There are even many space warriors in the space who were not hit when the space turret disintegrated. They are still conscious and alive at this moment, and they are still in space.

Struggling. But this is not luck for them, but doubly desperate and cruel.

In the cold space 2 million kilometers away from the earth, no one will hear their shouts and screams, and no one can save them. They will die in the next hour, or die from the extreme cold due to battery exhaustion, or

It will be suffocated due to the exhaustion of its life cycle system, and may also be collided by other debris. But there is absolutely no possibility of survival.

When the space turret began to raise its orbit in an attempt to save itself, the supply spacecraft and combat spacecraft 10,000 kilometers behind them had no time to avoid the overwhelming hailstorm formed by shattered ice crystals.

Neither the combat spacecraft nor the supply spacecraft had armor. Facing the hailstorm of more than ten kilometers per second, they turned into pieces like pieces of paper thrown into a shredder and disappeared in the dense hailstorm.

"Statistical losses!" Chai Shizheng's deep voice broke the silence in the command center.

The staff officers and technical officers who seemed to have been frozen came to life again. After a short period of statistics, the staff report reported:

"Report! All combat spacecraft and supply spacecraft have lost contact. Six space turrets have been confirmed lost due to collisions, explosions and debris impacts. The other six space turrets that were not lost on the spot were pushed off their original orbits and flew towards the outer solar system.

go."

Six real-time images taken by the space telescope appeared on the big screen.

"Based on the status of each ship transmitted back by the space battery's black box data link, it is inferred that the 'Prince of Wales' and 'Lexington' have disintegrated due to severe rotational acceleration, and the losses are confirmed."

The first two pictures on the screen showed two space turrets that had fallen off and the hull armor was in pieces. They were still rotating rapidly around the central axis.

"Due to severe eccentric rotation of the Yorktown and Mutsu, one or more reactor cooling systems failed. The pressure vessel exploded, and the sealed cabin and hull were damaged to varying degrees. The black box

The data link has stopped transmitting signals and the loss is determined."

In the middle two pictures on the screen, two space turrets were like cicadas tied to a rope, spinning rapidly along an invisible circle center.

At the same time, you can clearly see the large holes penetrated by the explosion of the reactor pressure vessel on the still rolling hull. Those large holes are like the mouth of hell, spitting out red plasma flames and thick smoke, drawing circles in the space.

Spiral traces.

"The spin angular speed of the Scharnhorst is relatively slow, which may be related to the fact that the direction of the thrust they suffered is just opposite to the direction of the nozzle of the orbiting engine. 40% of their rescue capsules have been ejected, and the rescue capsules will automatically return

The program has been started."

Chai Shizheng raised his eyebrows:

"Send a rescue spacecraft immediately and get the escape capsule in advance."

"yes!"

Everyone's eyes fell on the last scene, the "Zhenyuan" spinning along its tilted axis and flying into outer space.

"The data link of the 'Zhenyuan' is still transmitting information, and her hull is basically intact. Although the system has been damaged, it can still satisfy the stability of the space turret in space. But..."

"But what?" Chai Shizheng asked.

Everyone in the command center turned their attention to the staff officer who reported, not only because the "Zhenyuan" was carrying the fleet commander, but also because it was the only ship that might have survived the fiasco in the first interception battle.

Down the space turret.

"However, the speed they are flying toward the outer solar system has reached 35km/s. This has far exceeded the deceleration ability of the remaining fuel of the "Zhenyuan", and they will continue to fly into outer space." The staff officer's words gradually became deeper.

"Has an escape hatch popped up?" Chai Shizheng asked.

"No! And their orbital position and speed have exceeded the limit of the escape capsule's ability to safely return to Earth." the technical officer replied.

"Can we contact them?" Chai Shizheng asked again.

"They have been trying to make contact, but there is no response. According to the information returned by the data link, their communication equipment is in an overload state." The technical officer's answer dimmed the spark of hope that had just been lit.

Chai Shizheng stood stiffly on the spot, looking at the progress bar on the top of the big screen that estimated 99.1% of the remaining spore groups and ice fragments, and did not speak for a long time. He understood that in the desolate space, the probability of the "Zhenyuan" being able to return home was

It is no longer statistically significant.

It is understandable that soldiers die on the battlefield for the most noble mission. Every space warrior who is destined to disappear into the cold space should have made all preparations from the moment they set foot on the space fort, and this includes the fleet.

commander.

Only a trace of the blood-red progress bar faded on the big screen, reflected in Chai Shizheng's dim eyes, and imprinted on his brain. It was like a red-hot steel bar eroding his proud steel.

will.

The complete failure of the first stage of the defensive operation not only meant the loss of a large number of equipment and personnel. It also meant that the subsequent defensive operations would be extremely difficult, and the humans on the ground would have to pay more, or even all sacrifices. Thinking of this, he felt

The whole person felt like falling into an ice cave.

"General, what is our next deployment?" the staff officer asked tentatively.

Chai Shizheng was stunned for a moment and said nothing. He slowly walked towards the window of the combat command center. It was already late at night but there was no night sky. A silver-gray light band penetrated half of the sky, eclipsing the Milky Way and the stars. The entire building

The city is shrouded in cold silver-gray light.

For a moment, he suddenly felt that the soldiers and officers who died in space were lucky. At least they did not have to suffer and wait for possible disastrous defeats. That was the result of human civilization trying its best to survive in the past 12 years.

Despite all the efforts he made, neither he nor anyone else could bear that kind of blow.

Suddenly, he saw a figure shaking on the top of a building in the distance under the cold silver-gray light. It was the militia anti-aircraft artillery team setting up sighting equipment. They had been notified of the alert. They were equipped with antique anti-aircraft guns from the middle of the last century.

, this kind of anti-aircraft artillery was already in short supply of weapons against humans in that era.

All militia and anti-aircraft artillery groups around the world are well aware of this situation, but no group refuses to climb onto the rooftop of a high-rise building, which may be the most dangerous place after receiving an order. They must use everything they can to make a solemn challenge to fate.

challenges.

Chai Shizheng's eyes were slightly red. He took a deep breath, and the indomitable military aura dispelled the chill in his body. He looked at the crescent moon at the other end of the light band in the bright sky, and the Guanghan Palace Moon City on the shadow side.

Still shining like agate.

He looked at the light belt at the other end where traces of movement could already be seen, clenched his fists tightly, and murmured between his teeth:

"No matter what the result is, we must let you know how powerful we are!"