Ding Chen was lying on the steel platform closest to the ground, about three meters above the ground, and the small door below was not closed, so he could feel the flow of air. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This platform is made like a basket, and Ding Chen estimates that it should be used for maintenance personnel to temporarily settle down and rest. In fact, there is a smaller basket close to the ground. The back of the basket had a track parallel to the vertical ladder on the tower wall, and there was a cable connection to it, which was supposed to be an elevator-like thing.

This is relatively easy to understand. The whole tower should be at least forty meters high, if there is no automatic driving, all rely on manpower to climb up, the physical strength of the maintenance personnel is definitely a test, I am afraid that a day will pass.

Because he had been worried about the person who was following him secretly, Ding Chen only slept for a few hours before opening his eyes.

The torches had been extinguished, and it was pitch black in the tower. He couldn't see what the other two people above him were doing, he could only listen intently for the sound coming from outside the tower.

The pitch-black enclosed space gave Ding Chen a hint of familiarity. He remembered the first time he descended into battle. The same pitch black outer space, the same worries about the unpredictable future, and of course the same small and cold landing capsule. The only thing that could bring him warmth was the assault rifle in his arms.

Only those who have actually experienced the descent operation will understand why the orbital commandos love the heat and fire generated by the high-speed friction of the assault capsule when it passes through the atmosphere, because these are the only things that make them feel their presence.

Ding Chen sat with his eyes fixed for a while, feeling that it was still early for dawn, so he slowly closed his eyes again, preparing to sleep for a while.

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly heard a rush of warning, "Warning, warning." The orbital module was attacked, and all personnel were on standby. ”

The cold synthetic female voice woke Ding Chen from his deep sleep, and he jumped up from his bed. He quickly grabbed the combat uniform placed at the head of the bed, stuffed his feet in, and jumped directly off the bed with the combat uniform.

The one-piece combat suit has quite good warmth, and the lining is soft enough. Therefore, the commandos usually only wear a set of underwear underneath, which also allows the movement of wearing clothes to become smooth and smooth.

When he landed on the bed, Ding Chen had already used gravity to put his lower body into his combat uniform.

Hurried footsteps sounded around him, and other comrades-in-arms were also as nervous as he was in the urging of the alarm. All of them are excellent soldiers selected from the whole army, and the gap between them is almost negligible. The only difference is the location of the living pod from the exit.

Ding Chen ran outwards while turning the upper body of his combat uniform over and putting it on his head. The upper body of the combat uniform is made of different fabrics from the lower body, and the elasticity is significantly greater. In this way, on the premise of ensuring the smooth blood circulation of the lower limbs, the combat uniform of the upper body can be more close-fitting and convenient for tactical movements.

After putting on his clothes, Ding Chen casually pulled the connecting lock on his waist and turned up the reinforcing buckle to lock it. After doing all this, he ran to the storage place of the tactical helmet, reached out and picked up the helmet hanging on the wall, and continued to run while buckling it to his head, and then rotated it vigorously to attach the buckle to the combat uniform.

The helmet display began to emit a faint bright light, and the data interface on the combat suit was turned on for a boot self-test.

The exit of the passage is also a place where body armor and light weapons are stored. Other heavy weapons need to be issued after accepting the mission, depending on the mode of combat.

But this time it was noticeably different, because they were not on a combat mission, but because the orbital module was attacked, and they needed to save themselves and fight back.

The next moment, Ding Chen was holding a rifle in his hand and clinging to a metal wall. He felt some changes in the gravitational field around him, as if he was floating in water, and his feet were light and fluttering, and it was difficult to exert force.

Another comrade-in-arms on the opposite side made a protective gesture to him, Ding Chen nodded, and slowly moved forward. The comrade rushed out of hiding with a rifle in hand. Ding Chen heard an exclamation on the radio, and someone shouted, "Hide." ”

Then a violent explosion appeared in front of him, and Ding Chen subconsciously curled up his legs and held his head in both hands in order to shrink the target that was hit.

But the weakened gravitational field slowed him down. Then he felt what seemed to be a heavy blow to his body, and then flew backwards, hitting the wall. Because the assault rifle was stuck on the combat uniform with a tactical sling, although it was taken off, it did not fall to the ground, swaying beside him, and hitting his leg from time to time, as if reminding Ding Chen of his existence.

Ding Chen felt severe pain all over his body, he couldn't breathe, and the strength in his body was gradually disappearing. He was amazed that he was still standing upright in this situation, and his feet were not even able to stand on the ground.

He tried to open his eyes, looked down, and found a thick metal tube, penetrating through his chest, nailing himself to the wall, the truncated end in front was more than a meter away from his body, and Ding Chen could even see the blood flowing from the broken hole of the tube.

Ding Chen scolded weakly, and struggled to raise his right hand to grab the metal pipe, but he didn't have the strength to pull it out of his body anyway.

A red warning message flashes on the helmet display, while a voice message echoes in your ears. But Ding Chen felt that this information was so far away from him, he couldn't tell the meaning, he could only feel a vague number beating in front of him.

At this time, two more comrades-in-arms ran over from a distance. One of them quickly pulled a small jar from his waist, shook it twice, and sprayed it at his sealed helmet. The buzzing sound of air leaking in his ears stopped with the murmuring of warnings. The numbers on the helmet display began to pick up, but another voice message rang.

Ding Chen tried to concentrate, and heard someone shouting in the communicator: "There was an explosion in District Eleven, someone was injured, his chest was pierced, I don't know if his lungs are still there, first aid, first aid, he is dying......" Then Ding Chen fainted very obediently.

As the image in front of him fell back into darkness, Ding Chen was suddenly startled and opened his eyes in horror. It's still a dark and cold environment.,But it's completely different from the feeling just now.,There's no noise in my ears.。。

He reached out and touched his chest, there were no metal tubes, no wounds, his clothes were intact.

Ding Chen calmed down and let out a sigh of relief. He finally remembered something.

At that time, the orbital space station was attacked, and he and his comrades were in a coma after an explosion while conducting an investigation.

Although he still can't remember the rest of the story, he can already guess it based on experience. At least he understood why he was in a medical pod. It's just that I still don't know what kind of attack the orbital space station was underway, where the attack came from, and why I was put into an evacuation capsule and left the orbital space station.

He looked up. Above the towering tower is the working compartment of the wind turbine. Although the exit of the tower is not sealed, it is impossible to see the night sky outside from inside the tower.

Ding Chen stared at the top of his pitch-black head, silently thinking in his heart, wondering if the orbital space station he had been on call still existed, and he didn't know where his former comrades-in-arms were.