By midnight, the idea of writing the report was basically clear. The last remaining oxygen concentration in the dialysate was as low as 13 percent, causing severe hypoxic damage and hypercapnia to the VV, with the severe consequence of terminal nerve palsy that made it difficult for the VV to perform self-rescue maneuvers while regaining consciousness.

Second, when breaking through the space-based kinetic weapon interception system, the cockpit was damaged and slightly leaked, and the leakage continued to accumulate, with the consequence that the water pressure of the hyperbaric chamber decreased by a total of 403 kilopascals, and the deep-sea protection status disappeared, resulting in the VV being protected by deep-sea pressure when carrying out the most violent emergency evasion, and suffered huge mechanical trauma, which was about equivalent to being hit by an sonic train. The blood then stains the dialysate red, reducing the visibility of the cockpit to zero.

In the final analysis, it was the VV that used an evasive maneuver to evade the space shuttle's hydrogen ion fusion cannon, with an acceleration of up to 600, which dealt a fatal blow to the pilot.

However, it was precisely because of the timely evasion of VV that the hydrogen ion fusion cannon missed fifteen meters after 0.2 seconds!

According to the technician team's report, the fusion cannon hit the site of the fusion reactor of the Raging Phoenix - only three meters!

Therefore, if the VV reacts slowly, the angry phoenix will be hit by the fusion reactor, burning into a blazing miniature fireball in space, and disintegrating itself gorgeously.

This series of thunderous data has cast a steely fact: VV has ensured the return of the Angry Phoenix with its own excellence again and again. She is the best driver in the world, there is no one, there is no substitute.

No human can do this, no one.

Because of VV's efforts, almost, almost didn't have to start the angry Plan C. If! If she had been ordered to keep the high speed and shoot down that shuttle.

In this unprecedented space confrontation, Wei Xu is not the only one who soars into the sky.

Thunder Ji Vidolio Veneto officially entered the field of vision of the core staff layer, she will receive an unprecedented grand award, the first time on the broad and brilliant historical stage, completely cut the end of the information age, in the era of the rise of the heroes, the prelude to the pre-space era. Among the pilots of the aerospace fighters vying for dominance in space, Vitoleo Veneto, who has mastered the highest combat flying skills, is the first person to be unprecedented.

Posterity will remember that on the last day of the pre-information age, there was a girl who flew an airplane and slapped the hegemonic country in the face.

In the second half of the night, the sea breeze was so cold that it froze bones. Zhuang Yan stood at the top of the huge wreckage, his injured arm bent in front of his heart, looking at the dark starry sky, deducing the ins and outs of what happened in that cold and boundless vacuum.

Song Dan looked up and saw Zhuang Yan standing in the air like a piece of paper-cut, and there were obviously clothes hunting and flying in the dark outline, but it was as quiet as a star in the night sky. She didn't know what Zhuang Yan was thinking anymore. For her, Zhuang Yan is like a ship that has only cut off the anchor rope, drifting away from it and no longer at her mercy.

She was thinking about it, when suddenly Zhuang Yan turned around and helped the elevator down, and when she passed by Song Dan, she took the initiative to say a word to her:

"The original cockpit model was obsolete, and Li Ming and I presided over the development of the second-generation spherical zero-damping cockpit."

The tone was casual as if commanding a house slave. Before Song Dan could react, Zhuang Yan was already far away, and he wanted to be alone as usual. But Song Dantan's mouth opened slightly, and she didn't come up with a rebuttal, because she had a hunch that all rebuttals were self-inflicted.

A few seconds later, Zhuang Yan, who had walked away, floated back with a vague disgust: "Shuttle cockpit? Who came up with it. ”

Song Dan bit her lip tightly, and her pretty face turned red.

The VV was transferred to the Capital Military Medical University overnight for rescue, which meant that Zhuang Yanwang could not see the VV through the autumn water. He quickly submitted an application and took a special plane back to the Qifeng base to cooperate with Li Ming to develop the second-generation sphere zero-damping cockpit. He began to disclose some information to Li Ming.

For seven days in a row, Zhuang Yan adhered to the Da Vinci routine of working four hours and sleeping for fifteen minutes, and Li Ming was dumbfounded, lest he push the door the next day and see Zhuang Yan's dried corpse. Every day when he yawned and pushed the door to say goodbye, Li Ming repeated this sentence:

"I've got to sleep. Be careful not to die suddenly. ”

Zhuang Yan usually answered him with actions, that is, handed him a stack of papers or threw him a USB drive. It must be a revised pattern for Li Ming to review.

Li Ming was forced to be like a primary school student who was assigned homework, hiding his face and complaining: "Come again? ”

In the middle of the night, every time he reached for his coffee cup, Zhuang Yan remembered the feeling of reaching out and touching the air, as if returning to the day before the war, when VV took his cup without squeaking and gave him a cup of Crema's unrivaled rich espresso.

So as soon as he touched the cold cup, his heart sank, and he looked down and thought, "VV." ”

Then take a sip of coffee and do the math quickly.

The most important thing is that Li Ming was relieved, saying, "The day Zhuang Yan restores his innocence is the time to disclose Zidian Technology to him." At that time, Zhuang Yan was able to develop the second-generation liquid life support system at a fundamental level and fulfill the promise of VV.

When a person has nothing else to ask for but to be innocent, there is no justice around him.

A promising business can be used as morphine. Zhuang Yan couldn't wait to eat and drink at his desk, and the whole person returned to the sloppy appearance when VV first saw him. The hair is fluffy and messy, and the hen is happy to hatch eggs in it. Because his messy hair hung down and his eyes itched, he used a girl's headband to tie his hair into a large anemone. The beard on his lips and chin grew wildly, his face was thin and yellow, and only two eyes were shrewd.

So when he suddenly heard the news of Vittorio Veneto's investiture ceremony, his first instinct was to rush back to the cabin and clean up.

On the tabletop, a beautifully rounded cockpit interface has been designed.

The ground base, which is in full swing, is lit up today, with a large poster of Veneto's heroic posture pasted on the safety net, and a large slogan hanging on the scaffolding:

"A warm welcome to the brave and fearless Thunder pilot, Miss Vitoleo Veneto, back to the base!"

Although the base is as lonely as a cowboy town in the Great Wilderness, the bustling crowd of more than 1,200 people still makes the makeshift stage very lively. In the distance, the yellow dust is thousands of miles, leaving the lonely peak Gobi, but the base is full of people. There are noisy people who grab the front row to occupy the land, and there are also temporary ceremonial teams that seriously rehearse the honor guard; There are emcees who hide in the corner and recite manuscripts repeatedly, and there are weak chickens who are helpless behind the crowd.

Zhuang Yan is one of the weak chickens, he has heard the route that VV has been arranged, she will get off the plane in the distance, walk through the crowd, receive sincere praise and warm applause, walk on the stage, and complete the award.

However, there are too many JB people! Everyone wanted to squeeze to the front to see the big beauty, Zhuang Yan was almost squeezed in the crowd and his feet were hanging in the air, plus he still had a plaster on his arm, so he didn't have the ability to kill in and out, so he mixed in the back row of the crowd and broke eggs.

Li Ming didn't care about Zhuang Yan. He was happily debugging the sound behind the stage, and it was great to be able to receive Miss Veneto in person, despite Zhuang Yan!

Behind Li Ming, Song Dan was angrily training the orchestra. There are more men and fewer women in this band, although the uniforms are very handsome, but they are a mix of music lovers, and the members span many fields such as cooks, technicians, combat formations, and theorists, one is more horizontal than the other, if it weren't for Song Dan's beautiful and high authority, others would not be able to control this smoky pipe band.

She stomped her feet in pain, clenched her fists, and the chaotic ensemble came to an abrupt end, only to hear Song Dan mouthing blood about to got:

"How many times have I said it! Look at my gestures, look at the gestures! Can you stop chattering crookedly in the future, shut up and listen to me! I open my right hand, and you start blowing, and you look at the rhythm, and then you stop clenching your fists...... Team Leader Wang, if you tell jokes again, I'll knock you out? ”

Then she finished her training and commanded expectantly, "Then let's do it again!" Look at the gestures, da, da, da...... Rise! ”

Immediately, maddening noises were chaotic and chaotic, and the most infuriating thing was that the people were full of intoxication and contentment, shaking their heads with their eyes closed, completely immersed in their own talents.

Song Dan's saliva was dry, and he was so angry that he smoked.