Kazakhstan, Baikonur.

From the point of view of human beings, no matter how much the Soviet Union was slandered and attacked, no one could completely erase its greatness, because Yuri Gagarin's first step into the universe was a common step for all mankind.

As the country standing behind Yuri Gagarin, the Soviet Union undoubtedly completed the evolution of human beings from the species level.

Perhaps one day, the Soviet Union will long be the dust of history, and perhaps one day, the United States will no longer be the world hegemon, and even the boundaries of countries will be blurred, the most prosperous cities of mankind will rise over the land of Africa, and the moon will become the industrial center of mankind......

But no matter how vicissitudes of the sea are, the names of Clinton, Tutou, Khitan, and George W. Bush can only be found in professional literature, but the name of Yuri Gagarin will only become more and more praised by mankind over time.

And Baikonur is the starting point of mankind's cosmic journey.

It is the place where the first artificial satellite of mankind was launched.

It is the place where humans first left the earth.

It was the first manned space station, the first space shuttle of the Soviet Union, and the last place where the Aurora of the International Space Station said goodbye to Earth.

There are countless firsts in the cause of the human universe, and it can be said that it is a well-deserved starting point in the history of the human universe.

However, it is such a great monument to mankind, but now it has long been in the mood of the people, and it has fallen into a state of panic.

"Marshal Vladimir, comrades have been waiting for a long time and want to hear what you have to say about the current situation......"

General Maximov once again knocked on the office of Marshal Vladimir of the Baikonur base of the Soviet Strategic Rocket Forces, and then put his ear to the door, listening carefully for any sound inside the door.

Poof, a banging sound suddenly rang out in the room. Just listening to the sound, there must have been more than a dozen empty bottles.

"It's Maximov, what's the matter with you?"

"Marshal Vladimir, comrades have not received any salaries for five months in a row. Just last month, there were already problems with both food and gas supplies at the base. It's the day you should pay your salary again, and you should at least say a couple of words to everyone anyway......"

There was a tooth-aching creak from the door of Vladimir's office, and Maximov finally met his boss, who had not been seen in a long time. However, when he saw the scene inside the door, he couldn't say a word.

Vladimir's whole spirit has been completely crossed, this marshal who joined the Soviet Red Army in 1941 and participated in the defense of Moscow is now just an old man dying and waiting for death.

The little silver hair left on his head was now messy like a bird's nest, and the two big bags under his eyes drooped all the way to the wings of his nose. Draped the star-twinkling marshal's suit over his body, like a traveler shivering in his sleeping bag in the cold wind.

This is not a Soviet marshal of the Strategic Rocket Forces, and Vladimir's image today has no honor to speak of. However, the fact is that even the USSR has become a historical term half a year ago, and where will the marshal of the USSR go to find his honor?

"Maximov, what time is it?"

As Vladimir spoke, a smell of wine gushed out. He leaned on the door frame in a foggy way, and his figure swayed there, as if he might fall to the ground at any moment.

"Comrade Marshal, it's almost noon. ”

Maksimov hesitated for a moment, and then said tentatively: "The main officers and scientific research personnel of the base are in the canteen on the third floor, and we can't even supply enough potatoes for lunch today. Last week, two research laboratories had to be disbanded due to a lack of staff, and the maintenance of the space shuttle has come to a standstill......"

"Comrade Marshal Vladimir, our entire system is collapsing. ”

"Maximov, Maximov, what can I do?"

Vladimir struggled to open his eyes, like a drowned swimmer, and took a deep breath.

"I don't get any more information than you do. The great country that sent Gagarin to space no longer exists, Russia has no interest in space, Kazakhstan ...... Space has no interest in this country. We won't have any support, I just hope to get back to Russia sooner, my whole family is starving!"

"Comrade Marshal, this is Baikonur, and we are working for the future of all mankind!"

Vladimir waved his hand weakly, drunken eyes: "Comrade Maximov, let me tell you what the problem is now. Space is too far away for food to grow in a vacuum. It's time for us to look back from space and take a good look at the land beneath our feet. ”

"We are committing an unforgivable crime against all mankind......"

"No, it's not us who are committing crimes, it's the Kremlin. ”

As Vladimir spoke, suddenly there was a rattling sound from the window glass in the room. Then the whole room seemed to start shaking.

"What's going on?"

"Comrade Marshal, look!"

Vladimir turned around in some consternation, and a Mi-26 helicopter painted white was setting off a hurricane in the open space outside the command center building.

On the massive body of the Mi-26, Vladimir could even faintly make out a line of printed letters that had not dried through the paint: ФедеральноекосмическоегентствоМинск.

"Minsk Space Agency?"

Vladimir and Maximov couldn't help but look at each other.

After the collapse of the Soviet Union, Baikonur was transferred to Kazakhstan according to the agreement. However, because Russia inherited the main legacy of the Soviet Union, Baikonur still served the Russian military.

Baikonur's space program includes the launch of space shuttles, heavy rockets and various orbital satellites, as well as the development of space technology, which even old powers such as Britain and France cannot play, let alone Belarus, which was separated from the Soviet Union.

And the title of the Minsk Space Agency sounds very unreliable!

As the largest helicopter in service, the Mi-26 is extremely oppressive when landing. However, even so, people in the building still rushed out one after another, looking expectantly at the hatch that slowly opened after the helicopter stopped.

A middle-aged man with a three-length beard on his lips was the first to step out of the hatch. He waved enthusiastically to the crowd around him, and then walked down the gangway with ease.

On behalf of the Minsk Space Agency, I extend my highest greetings to you!"

"Who are you?" asked a lieutenant in a military overcoat who stood up and asked warily.

The guards who rushed out of the building quickly pulled the cordon, and the crowd around them also hesitated and kept their eyes suspicious.

"My name is Alexander, and I am the people's deputy of the Supreme Soviet of Belarus. He smiled kindly, and instead of immediately answering the questions of the people around him, he beckoned behind him vigorously.

The Mi-26's clam-like rear hatch has quietly opened, and then a tractor pulls a trailer full of cargo out of the cabin.

"Comrades, we, the Minsk Space Agency, have learned about the situation in Baikonur and are very concerned about it! The Russian side has made it clear that it is not possible to provide support to Baikonur, and on this premise, we, the Minsk Space Agency, have no choice but to stand up and shoulder this historical responsibility for the common destiny of all mankind!"

"Minsk Space Agency, what kind of agency is this? Do you have the documentation? Who authorized you to be here?"

"Comrade, this is not the place to speak. ”

Alexander pointed behind him, the supplies on the trailer close enough to make out the handwriting.

"My identity and authorization can be proven at any time, but the pass for food is in everyone's stomach. Please move these supplies in first, I heard that comrades haven't had a full meal for a long time!"

The different product names on the box exude an unparalleled appeal. BIG LEBA, KVASS, ALL KINDS OF CANNED MEAT AND BUTTER, AND THE BIG NETART TRADEMARK ARE NOT WRONG, WHATEVER ALEXANDER'S PURPOSE, THE FOOD IS ALWAYS REAL!

For Baikonur, who has been cut off for a long time, it is simply a long drought and nectar.

"Comrade Second Lieutenant, please arrange for someone to put the supplies into storage. ”

Vladimir's voice sounded from behind him, relieved the officer who was in a dilemma, and hurriedly directed the soldiers to start sending cartloads of supplies into the building.

"Comrade Alexander, long time no see!"

Alexander was the people's deputy of the Supreme Soviet, at least a ministerial state leader, a member of the National People's Congress, and Vladimir had contact with him in his work. Of course, in Soviet times, it was impossible for them to have any in-depth understanding.

"Vladimir, it doesn't seem very comfortable to look at you. ”

Alexander and Vladimir shook hands, and the cold exhaled into ice, which made Vladimir's face look bloodless.

"We've got some trouble, let's go in and talk about it. ”

Vladimir was obviously reluctant to say more, and just turned his head in greeting, but was stopped by Alexander.

"Vladimir, please wait a moment. ”

Alexander laughed, "Our guests haven't gotten off the plane yet." ”

As he spoke, the rear door of the Mi-26 opened, and another group of people quietly walked down from there.

The neat line and the ill-fitting suit, combined with a distinctly oriental appearance, made it easy for Vladimir to identify the person who came.

"Alexander, are these comrades from China?"