Annihilation of the solar system

The strong sunlight shines through the gravel flying in the sky, scorching an old-fashioned building on the hillside of an unknown hill in the middle of the Apennine Mountains. On the balcony, a man wearing a military cap and a face scarf is holding a telescope and looking through the air.

Searching the distant coastline in the wind and sand.

His military uniform was very neat, but because it was covered with a layer of fine yellow sand, it looked as old as if it had been stored in a warehouse for thirty years. If it weren't for the rank of lieutenant general on his shoulders, it would be easy to mistake him for the man who had just arrived.

After completing the reconnaissance mission in the desert, the sergeant jumped out of the jeep.

The fine sand carried by the wind rustled on the telescope lens and the glass door behind him. The balcony floor under his feet was covered with a layer of sand except for the footprints. The surrounding hills and the mountains in the distance were covered with a layer of sand.

, even the Roman city in front of me, only half of which was still exposed on the water, was covered with a layer of golden sand.

A biplane seaplane landed precariously on the coastline. The lieutenant general put away his telescope, turned around, and pushed the door open a small crack. After entering sideways, he quickly closed it. Although the room was unbearably hot, it could only be closed tightly because of the heavy wind and sand.

Doors and windows.

The lieutenant general took off his military cap and turban, revealing a rough face under his chestnut hair. He was none other than Lieutenant Colonel Raymond who was responsible for leading the way when the "Garland Project" was revealed in a live broadcast around the world.

After all the Garland bases were destroyed, before the angry crowd rushed into the office, President Arnold had ended his life with a pistol, and the leaders of all the participating countries in the "Garland Project" were also ousted.

Raymond, who performed calmly and restrained during the world broadcast, won great favor from the public, which allowed him to rise to prominence in a power vacuum.

Raymond picked up the water glass that was upside down on the table, poured half of the water into it and drank it all:

"A reconnaissance plane has returned. Let the people on the coast quickly find the pilot and report the situation."

"yes!"

The adjutant looked at the map of the Mediterranean region with countless lines drawn on the wall and said:

"We sent out so many reconnaissance planes, but they either failed to come back or were forced back by sandstorms as soon as they arrived on the southern coast of the Mediterranean. The old planes in stock were almost used up."

Raymond tipped the cup onto the table again:

"This time our plane takes off from the Apennine Peninsula, and the flight distance is half that of taking off from the Gallic coast. The damage to the plane from the wind and sand will not be that serious. Hopefully, we can get the results we want."

A few minutes later, the sound of a jeep was heard outside. Raymond led a group of officers quickly downstairs. The pilot, who was covered in dust and mentally weak, was sitting on a bench in the hall, drinking gulps of water. When he saw

Just as Raymond was about to stand up, Raymond motioned for him to sit down, and then sat next to him:

"How's it going? Did you fly into the desert?"

The pilot nodded, took out a small notebook from his flight jacket and handed it to Raymond:

"I crossed the Mediterranean Sea in the north of Sicily and entered the Sahara Desert from Tunisia. I flew about 400 kilometers. What is recorded here is the air pressure value measured every 10 minutes at an altitude of about 500 meters. The wind and sand in the desert are too big

I can't fly any lower."

Raymond and several officers carefully reviewed the scrawled writings in the notebook.

"Such a high pressure value! The pressure value at an altitude of 500 meters is much higher than the atmospheric pressure at sea level!" the officer said in surprise.

"And as the flight path goes deeper, the air pressure value is still increasing." Raymond said.

The pilot put down his water bag, coughed a few times and said:

"Moreover, as the flight went deeper into the desert hinterland, the temperature also dropped. Before I returned, there were signs of ice on the wings at just an altitude of 2,000 meters. I lost control of my ailerons and the plane almost crashed. I

We were forced to return home."

Raymond patted him on the shoulder:

"Well done! You've done a great job, go and have a rest!"

The pilot stood up with difficulty, gave a military salute, and left with the help of the soldiers.

Raymond closed the small book in his hand:

"Based on all the information collected so far, the cause of this long-term sandstorm sweeping Europe should be clear. A large-scale ultrahigh pressure belt has been formed in the Sahara Desert on the other side of the Mediterranean Sea, and in the sky across Central and Western Europe

, nothing but sand is the scorching sun.

Although I am not sure, this should be related to the low pressure area covering most of Europe. There is an extraordinary air pressure difference between the Sahara Desert and Europe. Under the action of the air pressure gradient force, the air flow from high pressure to low pressure will

Strong winds form. It's like putting a fan behind a pile of sand, and the sand is constantly being carried to Europe by the wind."

"If this kind of wind and sand blows, won't Europe become the next Sahara?" the adjutant said in fear.

Raymond frowned:

"It's hard to know how long this sandstorm will last. The ocean circulation and atmospheric circulation have completely changed. We couldn't accurately predict the climate before, let alone now. But one thing I think is certain, this must be

What they want to achieve."

The adjutant said anxiously:

"All cities in Europe were either destroyed by boiling of pressurized water or frost heaving of their foundations. The surviving people are still in the wild, and the salinization of groundwater has led to a tight supply of drinking water. If this sandstorm is added to the mix, the survivors will

It will be difficult for people to survive!"

"It's not that it's difficult, it's that it's simply impossible to survive. That's what they want to do, drive us out of our home." Raymond said solemnly.

Everyone turned their attention to Lieutenant General Raymond, who was not very old, but his face was full of vicissitudes of life. He turned to look at the window that was tinkling with gravel. The sand that seeped in from the cracks in the window was already there.

Small dunes were piled up on the floor. Those dunes are still growing slowly. If given time, the sand will fill the entire hall.

"Everyone must be moved!" Raymond said.

"Move everyone? Where?" The adjutant looked at Raymond in shock.

Raymond gave the order decisively:

"Immediately gather all the vehicles and planes that can be driven, and ask them to take the radio to notify everyone and move east immediately. This sandstorm will not end before Europe turns into a sandbar. Now we still have time to move the storage warehouse

supplies and everyone.

Let people move to Central Europe on foot first, and use drivable trucks to prioritize the transfer of survival supplies through multiple transportations. The Alps will block a large part of the wind and sand from the south. People can take a temporary rest there, and the snow and water in the mountains can be transported by vehicles.

Supplies can be replenished.

But mountains cannot completely block the sandstorm, and Central Europe will turn into a desert sooner or later. We have to continue eastward, at least to the Black Sea coast, to basically get rid of this sandstorm."

"Yes!" The officers immediately started taking action according to Raymond's deployment.

Raymond returned to the office upstairs. After packing up the few items, he stood in front of the map in a daze. Although he was decisive when issuing the order, he still felt uneasy in his heart.

Because the survivors who had just survived the destruction of the city and lost their homes and relatives were about to embark on a large-scale migration across Europe. He knew very well that most people might reach their final destination, but

The accumulation of sand gave him no other choice.

He took the map and put it in his bag. When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the Vatican City through the glass window, half of it submerged in water and the other half covered with sand and dust. He wanted to make a cross on his chest, but he just picked it up and put it down again.

He stopped and muttered:

"God damn it, where are you?"

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