Annihilation of the solar system

After the plan was approved, preparations were immediately carried out in three groups. Xia Lan and Wei Xu first went to the Astronomy Museum. In the past, they had to be careful even to touch the display cases. Now they opened and closed them to rummage. They needed to observe in the old-fashioned way.

Find one among the instruments that can still be used normally.

Another team went to the militia reserve's ordnance warehouse. They wanted to find old long-range radios made in the last century. Although these radios were large and heavy due to the extensive use of electronic tubes, they were almost unharmed by electromagnetic pulses and were powered on.

It can be used.

The general aviation airport also immediately became lively. Mechanics, ground staff and air crew pilots from several ace aviation divisions from Beijing gathered here in the shortest possible time. They had to ensure that they were parked in the hangar in the shortest possible time.

The many years old Y-7 can fly normally and complete this mission.

Xia Lan and Wei Xu prepared the necessary equipment and drove to the Western Suburbs General Aviation Airport. There was still a bright spot of the setting sun floating among the mountains of Baihua Mountain. The purple sunset for a short half of the day and the small segment of the southern sky dyed red by the setting sun.

The star rings complement each other, giving this dusk a thrilling and bloody romance.

Amidst the deep roar of the turboprop engines, one transport plane after another left the ground with two swaying tails, and finally turned into a silhouette and disappeared into the slowly falling night. Xia Lan and Wei Xu came to the final runway.

In front of the ramp of an airplane, soldiers put the equipment they brought into the cabin.

Wei Xu, who has always been cheerful, couldn't help but swallowed when he looked at the mottled paint fuselage and the rusty ramp.

"Don't worry, you two! These planes have been inspected by the best mechanics, and the crews are also the most elite veteran pilots in the capital. They will definitely help you successfully complete the mission and return home smoothly." A sonorous voice penetrated the turboprop engine.

The roar reached his ears.

Looking back, it turned out that it was Chief of Staff Zuo Mingyi who came to supervise the flight preparations and see them off in person, and beside him was Chai Shizheng. Wei Xu and Xia Lan put a forced smile on their faces, nodded and turned around

Got on the plane.

All the redundant seats and equipment in the cabin have been removed, leaving only two seats and a small table. There are only three crew members in the cockpit. The captain, co-pilot and navigator and mechanic, they all have hangings on their shoulders.

Holds the rank of colonel.

Accompanied by the pervasive smell of grease, the noisy engine sound, endless vibrations and the constantly changing air pressure in their ears, their arduous journey without comfort began.

Xia Lan and Wei Xu were both dizzy during the flight, and were in a hazy state of sleep. There was no light on the ground outside the porthole window, and the ground seemed to be coated with a layer of black ink.

Instead, because of the reflection of the starlight and the half-moon, Ye Kong looked like a veil with a faint silver light. This scene gave people the illusion that the world was upside down, and it also made their spirits more trance-like.

"We are lucky. The pilot aircraft contacted a general aviation airport in Vladivostok through radio scanning, and we are preparing to land for supplies." The captain's voice came over the radio.

Wei Xu pulled the armrest and struggled to stand up. Through the windshield, he saw an orange bright spot at the intersection of the dark earth in the distance and the silver gauze night sky. As the distance gradually got closer, that

The bright spot gradually turned into a long strip. It was the runway of the airport, and the distribution of landing lights was irregular. Some places were bright and some were dark.

After landing, they learned that these so-called landing lights were made up of car lights and flashlights in people's hands. Xia Lan, Wei Xu and the crew had just stepped off the plane. Before the propellers could stop, a group of black figures carrying oil drums appeared.

Along with the sound of dense footsteps, they rushed towards the plane.

The autumn wind at the airport was much more biting than in Jinghua City, and there were bursts of white air coming out of the air. Several thick cotton coats were draped on their shoulders, and several burly men gathered around them. The leader handed the captain a

flagon:

"I am the commander of this airport. Your lead aircraft has stated your intentions. We will do our best to cooperate with your actions."

The captain took the wine bottle, took a sip, and handed it to the co-pilot.

"Thank you! It seems that you have also been hit by an electromagnetic pulse storm."

The commander took out another wine bottle from his arms and took a sip:

"Yes, the power and communications are all gone. Only the old one can still use it, and we are doing our best to repair it. If the power cannot be restored before winter, we may have to burn all the furniture and books to survive. But that's not it.

The worst!”

Wei Xu took the flask and took a sip. A burning sensation passed through his intestines, making him gasp for air. However, his cold hands and feet felt a trace of spreading warmth. He handed the flask to Xia Lan and asked

road:

"What could be worse?"

The commander pointed at the urban area with only a concave and convex silhouette under the starry sky in the distance:

"You will know when you go to the city and take a look. Of course you don't have this time. The sea is like crazy, and the tides are getting bigger and bigger each time. And after each big tide, the water has not receded much, and the second big tide will follow.

When we came up, the beach was almost submerged."

"Have you encountered this phenomenon before?" Xia Lan asked.

"I have lived here for more than half my life, and I have never seen anything like this. I can't contact other places and can't get more information. This is what I want to say. I know you want to go to the Arctic Circle, but I

I suggest you don’t go straight north. Follow the Chiba Islands to the northeast and go to the Bering Strait from the sea.”

Xia Lan and Wei Xu both looked at the captain. He hesitated for a moment and said:

"Your proposal is very good, but as a result, the route will be lengthened, and our relay communication method will not be able to send the information back quickly."

The commander laughed. He took the empty wine bottle back into his hand and pointed to the row of planes running to the side that had their navigation lights on:

"Your communication method is very smart. I really admire you. We also have your aircraft, which is called An-12 here. We just checked it and there are several more that can fly. We can help you relay and transmit the information back.

Go to Jinghua."

"Thank you so much!" Wei Xu said excitedly.

The commander waved his hand:

"There's nothing to thank you for. The information you collected is also very useful to us. What's more, those bastards in the sky now do whatever they want and ignore us at all. We have no other choice but to help each other.

.”

When the plane took off again, there were a bunch of neatly stacked oil drums in the cabin, fixed by ropes. The smell of grease that was about to dissipate in the cabin was mixed with the smell of kerosene, and Wei Xu and Xia Lan had more

Got a job.

They need to use a fuel pump to pump the fuel in the oil barrel into the fuel tank in the center wing box at intervals, and then throw the empty barrel out of the tail door of the aircraft. This can ensure that they still have enough fuel to return after flying to the Arctic Circle.

Vladivostok.

Wei Xu moved a dozen empty oil barrels to the tail of the plane, hung up the safety rope and opened the rear hatch. The biting cold wind immediately filled the entire cabin. He kicked out a bunch of empty barrels and was about to close the hatch.

They saw a strange scene.

As if on the dark ocean of ink in a dye vat, a string of thin silver-gray light bands appeared extending to the horizon in the direction of the aircraft nose. It was like a stream shimmering under the bright moonlight in the mountains and fields under the bright moon.

"Senior sister, look! There is something on the sea!" Wei Xu shouted through the headphones as he closed the cabin door.

Xia Lan and the crew also discovered something unusual, and the plane began to lower its altitude. When it was only a few hundred meters away from the sea, pieces of ice floes that undulated with the waves appeared in front of them.

These huge ice floes are sparsely connected in a line on the sea surface, extending into the distance. Under the reflection of the stars, they are like a string of silver-gray ink spots dripping from a black ink tank that have not yet dispersed.

"Where are we now?" Xia Lan asked.

The navigator checked the magnetic compass and sextant and said:

"We should have just flown over the Soya Strait. Behind us is Hokkaido and to the left is Sakhalin. If it is daytime, we should be able to see them."

Xia Lan sat back in her seat, writing on paper amidst the turbulence, and looking at the ice floes outside the porthole from time to time. Suddenly, she shouted in panic:

"Under normal circumstances, the ocean below us should be controlled by the Japanese warm current moving northward during this season. It is impossible for there to be such a large amount of southbound ice floes on the sea! But now, judging from the flow of ice floes, the direction and temperature of the ocean current are wrong.

!unless..."

"Unless there is a large amount of ice water in the Arctic Ocean moving southward, suppressing or even reversing the Japan Warm Current." Wei Xu added.

The plane began to gradually increase its altitude and flew along the Chiba Islands towards the Bering Strait. The captain said solemnly:

"We'll find out soon what the problem is!"