Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

The bfs spacecraft falls to the Martian atmosphere!

When the news came from Mars orbit, it was already five minutes later.

The first reaction of Lu Zhou was lying in the trough, and the second reaction was the emotion. The people of Nasa were really awkward!

The bfs spacecraft did not have problems in the evening, but it was a problem. To say that it is an accident, kill him and don't believe it!

Especially if such a spacecraft really wants to self-destruct, it is actually simple. As long as the height of the orbit is lowered and the atmosphere is in contact, it is enough to wait for the planetary gravity to pull the spacecraft back to the surface and voluntarily crash.

After the general satellite reaches the service life, most of them will be manually guided to fall to an area far away from the land.

It’s just that Lu Zhou still didn’t think that the old American is also willing to give up. He would rather drop the bfs spacecraft and not let his astronauts go up and take a look...

If you look at it and you won’t get pregnant, is it so exciting?

The ground command center, standing next to Lu Zhou, waited for the sight of the inquiry to Lu Zhou, and asked.

"What should we do now?"

Lu Zhou pondered for a while and said.

“Can you determine the coordinates of the bfs spacecraft crash?”

Waiting for the light shook his head and said: "...the specific coordinates can not be locked, Mars is currently unable to directly observe the surface of the atmosphere. However, although it is impossible to directly observe, we can roughly estimate the area where it may fall by falling track."

Lu Zhou immediately began to speak.

“Marking the area of ​​the projection, I need to know the relative position of it and the new Virginia outpost.”

"Yes."

Standing at the console and waiting quietly for ten minutes, a grid image of a three-dimensional composition was presented on the big screen. The new Virginia outpost is marked as a blue dot according to the coordinates provided by the US, and the bfs spacecraft may be painted as a red circle of about 40 square kilometers, and the distance between the center of the red circle and New Virginia is about 30 kilometers. .

With the speed of the Mars, it can be reached within an hour.

Staring at the image on the screen and watching it for a while, Lu Zhou’s heart suddenly had an idea and looked at Hou Guang’s opening.

"Let the Xiaguang to get in touch with the colonists of New Virginia."

Waiting for light: "And then?"

"Then take them home," smiled, and Lu Zhou continued. "But in exchange, we can collect tips from them as a ticket for returning home."

......

"... Repeat, here is Colonel Xu Zhenghong of the Chinese People's Liberation Army Astronauts Brigade, friends on Mars, are you okay?"

Just like the sound of the sky, echoing in the ear, Johnson grasped the headset with his whole body and put it on his head, like grabbing the last straw to save lives.

Switching to the answering channel, he said quickly and quickly.

"We are very good! No, no, our situation is very bad... Is it that Nasa sent you? No, I mean-"

With a noisy current sound, the end of the communication channel interrupted Johnson's words and continued.

"...It is not the case. We are helping you with humanitarian principles and are not employed. If you want to go home safely, please follow our instructions."

From this sentence, a faint smell was read, and Johnson frowned and said.

"What do you need us to do?"

Xu Zhenghong: "Please open the data transmission system."

After hesitating, Johnson finally accepted Xu Zhenghong's request and opened the data transmission system.

This is quite risky. If the other party takes the opportunity to implant a virus in the control system of the life support unit, it is enough to kill them only by turning off the air exchange system.

However, at this moment he has no choice.

As the Colonel Xu said, they want to go home, they can only do what they say.

The data transfer system opens and a line of progress bar pops up on the screen.

Johnson slightly frowned, asked.

"this is?"

“We need to collect some necessary information about the investigation and identification of the cause of the accident.”

What is the relationship between the cause of the accident and your Chinese people?

However, it is obviously not the time to spit this.

Looking at the progress bar on the screen like a snail crawl, Johnson took a deep breath and couldn't help but ask.

"We are here waiting for the completion of the reading?"

"No, we still need one thing for you."

The faint feeling was a bit uncomfortable, and Johnson asked, swallowing.

"whats the matter?"

"The location of the bfs spacecraft has been updated to your mission log, about thirty kilometers from New Virginia. Of course, I believe you have a more direct way to lock the position of the bfs spacecraft. No matter what method you use, we need You follow our instructions to recycle the black box of the bfs spacecraft and sample the materials in the designated area..."

Having said that, Xu Zhenghong paused for a moment and reminded him with a serious voice.

"This is also your commission."

Johnson swallowed.

He has no extra energy to think about the authenticity of this sentence.

"Now there is a sandstorm outside, we can't -"

"The atmospheric density on Mars is only one percent of the Earth's. The dust storm is nothing terrible. If you carry what we want, it may make us more careful when we recycle the return cabin."

"So, that's it."

"I am looking forward to your good news."

The communication is broken.

Looking at the dialog box on the screen, Johnson slammed his fist on the wall.

"Damn!"

From the beginning, I couldn’t speak when I held my breath, and Jones asked in a whisper.

“Donas will make these requests?”

Looking at the dark-swinged Johnson, Tavi said nervously: "...Listen, man, no matter what they want, let us give them. Anyway, Nasa is going to give up on us, isn't it? Otherwise why they take the initiative. Crash bfs? Don't tell me what the accident is! Even if it is smashed by the meteorite, it will not fall so simply!"

Johnson was silent for a while and didn't speak.

After a long time, he seemed to have made a choice and slowly said: "You are going to prepare the rover."

"Ok."

Taiwei rarely listened to Johnson’s call and did not talk back to him.

After all, I can go home, even if his brain is no longer rooted, I know that it is best not to have a branch outside this time.

Looking out of the porthole, Johnson suddenly sighed, as if answering Jones' previous question, and said that he persuaded himself to speak.

"... Whether it's a nasa commission or not, now bfs crashes. The only thing that can get in touch with us is the Xiaguang... We can only believe them."

His wife is still waiting for him.

There are also two lovely children.

Anyway, he must go home!

If Nasa intends to give up on them, then it seems that there is nothing wrong with the cooperation of the Chinese people who have helped them.