I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1256: Last gram weight

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Mars.

It has been almost two weeks since the Ares was trapped.

Every day, the devil worms drill out of the surface, walk around the cabin of Ares, tap and strike the sickle-shaped fangs on the hull, and then turn around and disappear into the desert.

Although the pair of scythes cannot break the titanium alloy hull of Ares, the psychological pressure on the astronauts is enormous. Especially when I think back to the **** scene, my teammates who trained together in the past have only one space suit gnawed in front of me ...

The desperate atmosphere pervades the space of more than 30 square meters.

Five days ago, the communication module was damaged, and the Ares has completely lost contact with the relay satellite. It is like a lost traveler in the desert, who can only stare at the endless yellow sofa and send Can count down lives.

Fortunately, the supplies they carry are quite sufficient, and there is no problem for a year. The only trouble is that if they do not deploy solar panels as soon as possible, they may have to face the problem of electricity shortage.

And this is the most serious problem.

Without electricity, I thought there was no water or air.

Several people are drunk every day, seeing tomorrow as the end of the world.

"How is the negotiation between the headquarters and Xinghuan Trade."

"I do n’t know ... no one has appeared until now, I am afraid it has not been negotiated."

"Damn, are we abandoned?"

"God bless you, Amen ..."

Relying on the corner of the cockpit and listening to the desperate voice of his teammates, Blaise grinned and tucked the whiskey bottle into his mouth.

Helpless.

Probably only this word can describe his mood.

If the first week he was still expecting the Star Ring Trade to send people to rescue them from the hell, but now a week has passed, they did not even see the silhouette of the rescue team .

He should almost give up on that unrealistic idea.

He came to sit next to him, and the drunken Jewish astronaut came to sit opposite him, burping with wine, and he seemed to say something.

"How much electricity do we have."

"Probably can continue until next Wednesday."

"Damn ..." The man scolded and shook his head. "Do you know what I am thinking now?"

"What do you think?" Blaise grinned.

"I was thinking," a burp, and the Jew raised an index finger and said drunkenly, "Ask, if we die of suffocation, whether it is suicide or homicide."

"... Is there a difference?"

"In my faith, suicide cannot go to heaven." Looking at Blaise, the Jew grinned, raised his glass, and made a toast. "My dear captain, I only ask you one thing. Put more sleeping pills in today's dinner ... "

"Then you are completed, and let me take **** with his sinful hands?" Blaise stood on the floor with his hands, shaking up, and said cursingly, "Don't even think about it ..."

"What are you going to do?"

"Place solar panels."

"You are crazy," the Jew grinned. "It's all that stuff outside."

"I am serious."

In the surprise and dull sight of his teammates, Blaise threw the wine bottle in the trash can and supported his groggy head toward the direction of the stairs.

Can't wait any longer.

If all are dead, he would rather die with dignity.

Although the **** scene made him tremble just thinking about it, he was relieved to think that death was just a moment of pain.

"Don't do this, you are dying!"

The man leaning on the corner of the wall reached out his hand and grabbed Blaise's arm.

Throwing away his teammate's hand, Blaise entered the password on the door without a word, and then stepped into the buffer compartment.

Sandstorms are starting to blow out outside now.

He does n’t know whether the sandstorm will reduce the devil ’s perception ability, but now is undoubtedly the best time.

Just be careful not to be blown away ...

After checking the air tightness of the spacesuit, Blaise put his hand on the suitcase-sized tool box.

The buffer cabin opened, and the roaring yellow sand swept in. Brees took a deep breath, preparing to jump to the desert where death might be buried, but suddenly saw a shadow from the dim horizon.

He was stunned.

Stretched his hands and wiped the dust from the helmet.

This time he saw a little clearer.

At the same time, his pupils also gradually enlarged, magnifying a glorious glory.

"... God."

It is reinforcements!

It is the team of Xinghuan Trading!

He almost gave up!

At the same time, astronauts inside the Ares have also discovered the situation about a kilometer away.

"What is that!"

"It is the team of Xinghuan Trading!"

"It's rescue! Hahahaha! They must come to save us! We don't have to wait for death!"

Cheers rang through the Ares.

Although cheering for competitors does n’t seem to be good, but they had already waited for death to see the hope of life again. Who would care so much?

The outer door of the buffer compartment is closed and the inner door is opened.

With the drunken body, two Americans hurriedly put the spacesuit on their bodies.

Outside the Ares.

A round of bombardment into the desert.

The high-temperature fire burst five kilometers underground, filling all the drilled holes. At least five devil insects in the hidden holes were engulfed by the blasting flame, and the remaining undead were also away from the heat source. Flee in the direction of.

Due to the suppression effect of burning and burning bombs, two infantry chariots rushed into the door of the Ares cabin, recovered the seven astronauts waiting in the cabin in turn, and then recovered the devil insects underground Before, quickly withdrew from this area.

Sitting in the star-ring trade chariot, Blaise couldn't say a word.

Everything that happened ten minutes ago is like a dream.

This is called the difficulty of rescue? Can you help?

Although the rescued self should probably show a joyful expression at this moment, he couldn't laugh at all.

He feels cheated.

It ’s as if the despair and suffering they have felt for more than a week are all fake ...

However, he couldn't complain.

Xinghuan Trading rescued them, and his life-savers were sitting in front of him.

This is not true!

......

Along the way, Blaise did not communicate with the Marines sitting opposite him. First, there is no such spirit, but the other party obviously does not intend to talk too much with him.

As the infantry vehicle approached the Martian colony, Blaise looked at the behemoth through the sight glass on the side of the cabin.

The cuboid fortress is like a foot of God, stepped in the gravel of Mars. Compared with it, the so-called Ares is small like an ant, and it is even inferior to the brine desalination pump outside the colony ...

In addition to the shock, a bit of bitterness appeared on Blaise's face.

Maybe from the beginning, the boarding plan was the wrong choice.

Not to mention ten years, I am afraid that it will be difficult for NASA to catch up with the gap of its trade with Xinghuan for another fifty years. Not to mention that the two parties' investment in capital is not an order of magnitude, and the current technological gap is even different.

Even more, Star Ring Trading has begun to use aerospace technology to achieve profitability, and has built a bridgehead of such a large scale on Mars ...

Maybe they are human hope?

He shook his head and drove the unexpected thought out of his brain. Blaise followed the soldiers of the Marines and entered the colonial hall.

A man with a Chinese face stood in front of them.

Judging from the temperament of his superior, he should be the leader here.

Looking at these embarrassed Americans, Hong Zewei's mouth moved slightly, and he said in a deep voice.

"Who is your captain?"

"It's me." Blaise stood up, hesitated for a moment, and sincerely thanked, "Thank you for your help."

"You don't have to be polite," Hong Zewei said lightly. "Xinghuan Trading is a responsible enterprise and shoulders the future of humanity. Even if it is out of humanism and Taoism, we will not save you from death. I hope you do n’t complain that we came too late or something. After all, we need to make a battle plan and analyze the depth of the devil ’s lurking ... "

Bress listened to the clouds, but nodded stunnedly.

After the man like the colonial governor finished speaking, Blaise hesitated for a moment and asked the questions he was most concerned about.

"When will we ... return to earth?"

"Maybe we have to wait until the flight to and from Mars opens next year. We ca n’t specifically send you to restart the expedition ’s engine," Hong Zewei shrugged. There are some things to relax. I will let you arrange a room for you and register your ID card. You will be the same as everyone else in the colony except that you have no right to update Twitter and no work.

Brace nodded, "Thank you ..."

He is very content to be alive.

As for staying here for a year, maybe it ’s not a bad thing.

"You're welcome," Hong Zewei said softly, "That's all it should say. The rest, I suggest you take a bath, change your clean clothes ... and then get some sobering pills. If there is a little left Time, you can take a nap. But remember that after three hours it will be dinner, and then there will be an interview. "

"Interview?" Blaise asked.

"Yes." Hong Zewei shrugged. "We always have to let the outside world know that you have been rescued, and did not accidentally kill a black man. So, I hope you can cooperate, and presumably you should also want your family to know earlier. Your current situation. "

Brace nodded, but didn't think much.

No matter whether the other party is sincere in saving, they are always robbed from the death.

Even if it comes out of gratitude, he will fully cooperate with their interview.

It's just that Blaise will never guess. The gratitude and tears he showed in the interview two hours later will become the political bargaining chip in the hands of a candidate.

And this chip will be pre-selected in the party a few days later, becoming the last gram weight that will overwhelm the balance ...