Hearing this number, Zhou Zhezhi was silent for two seconds.

He shook his head.

First shook gently, then heavily a few times, and his demeanor revealed helplessness and disappointment.

As soon as he entered this office, he felt that the atmosphere was wrong, there was numbness in the air, and the people in this office held the hope of all mankind, but their own faces were full of despair.

Really......

"Humans......"

Zhou Zhezhi sighed in a low voice: "The most sophisticated secrecy system has been used to destroy each other. ”

Perhaps, humanity can only go this far.

Zhou Zhe turned his wheelchair and moved outward with an indescribable mood.

Just then, the chief called out to him.

"Sir!"

The chief put on his hat, he stood up, looked at Zhou Zhezhi's back and said, "We still have a backup plan." ”

......

"This is a mechanical detonator for a nuclear bomb."

"It's the trigger."

"Eighty-one styles in total."

In the space station, the atmosphere was unusually solemn.

Because the backup plan is to detonate the nuclear bomb, one astronaut has a remote control, and let the astronaut stand next to the nuclear bomb to detonate the nuclear bomb.

This is the most primitive method of detonation.

No one wants to use this method unless it reaches the point of exhaustion, because it means sacrifice.

But this is currently the only method of detonation.

"For every nuclear bomb detonated, about ten nuclear bombs can be triggered in chains."

"Hydrogen bombs have to be detonated one by one."

"So, we need two hundred and nineteen people to do it."

"But to ensure success."

"I need three hundred."

"Our docking module is not a landing module, so I only have a one-way ticket here."

The speaker said that he did not go any further.

Everybody understands.

It was an operation that was doomed to no return.

The technician who introduced the remote control next to him was still speaking, he held up a bulky remote control and said loudly: "Mao Zi, no insurance, two triggers." ”

At this time, everyone's mood is very low.

But time waits for no one.

There are eighty-one models of remote controls, and it takes a long time just to explain them clearly, so there is not even time for the astronauts to quietly think about whether to participate in the operation.

"I'll go!"

Suddenly, a young astronaut shouted.

Immediately after that, more and more people spoke out, from all countries and races.

"I'll go!"

"I'll go!"

"I'll go!"

Arms were raised in the air, and shouts rang out one after another.

No one can force these astronauts, because this operation cannot go wrong, and only if everyone involved is willing to complete the mission successfully.

It's not that they don't want to live anymore, but that someone has to complete the task.

Someone has to take responsibility.

"I'll go!"

Zhang Peng was awakened by the shouts of the young man beside him.

He came back to his senses from his memories and melancholy, and turned his head to look at the young man beside him.

The young man stared at him uneasily.

He looked at the young man's immature face, and inexplicably felt a sense of heroism in his heart.

"What are you looking at?"

He glared at the young man so hard that he turned his head back.

"The Moon is our ......"

He said softly, "I'm not at ease with you little cubs. ”

Zhang Peng grabbed the young man's arm, forcibly pressed the young man's hand down, and then shouted loudly: "Huaxia Space Flight Squadron!" ”

In an instant, the entire corridor fell silent.

"Over fifty!"

Zhang Peng took the lead and stood up.

"Get out of the line!"

He shouted in a voice close to roaring.

The veterans shook their heads with a smile, walked out of the team one by one, and followed Zhang Peng towards the front.

The young people looked at them in disbelief.

This is......

When they realized what the veterans were doing, an indescribable emotion surged up from the bottom of their hearts, overflowed their eyes, and condensed into glittering teardrops.

They pursed their lips tightly.

At this moment, the hearts of the veterans are calm.

They don't feel forced.

In fact, no one could force them on this, because as long as they were unwilling, even if they showed even the slightest hint, they would not be allowed to participate in this mission.

They are all voluntary.

Even if Zhang Peng doesn't shout, they will come out on their own.

Because there is also a priority in taking responsibility, and it is more appropriate for them to be old guys who can't come back like this.

They are fifty years old.

I have experienced everything that should have been experienced, and if I live again, I will live to the age of many diseases.

But kids are different.

The world is beautiful and they haven't experienced it yet.

"Russian space flight squadron!"

"French space squadron!"

"British Space Squadron!"

“......”

Even the commander of the operation stepped forward.

In the face of disasters and sacrifices, people of different countries, different colors, different races, and different identities have made the same choice.

Young people will always remember this day.

This is the last lesson that their teachers, instructors, commanders will teach them.

However, the detonation of the nuke has been settled, and the team on the other side is in trouble with restarting the root server.

As soon as the team to restart the Beijing root server landed, a wounded person appeared, and in order to ensure the safety of the injured person's life, the team had to divide two healthy team members to escort the injured person back.

There were only two people left in the team of five people all of a sudden - Ma Zhao, chief engineer of the 550 project, and Tu Hengyu, architect.

Two top scientists waded through the water and worked hard.

Accidents ensued.

Ma Zhao tripped over the cable while wiring, and the water rose rapidly, quickly passing his collarbone.

"Tu Hengyu!"

Ma Zhao felt that he was hopeless to break free.

"Next!"

"And one last set of passwords!"

He struggled to hand the key to Tu Hengyu.

Tu Hengyu hesitated.

He didn't understand why Ma Zhao still cared so much about the key at this time, if Ma Zhao drowned here, did the life or death of the earth still have anything to do with Ma Zhao, and did Ma Zhao still need to take care of the earth?

He hesitantly took the key handed by Ma Zhao.

Ma Zhao said anxiously: "Remember! ”

"Civilization without man!"

The water barely reached his mouth and nose.

"There is no ...... Meaning...... Righteous ......"

Tu Hengyu buried his head underwater, and he saw Ma Zhao waving at him, signaling him to hurry up and enter the last set of passwords.

Tu Hengyu couldn't tell what mood he was in at the moment.

But he seemed to have woken up from a dream.

Password! I'm going to have to enter the password!

He took one last look at Ma Zhao, then hurriedly turned around and swam towards the computer outside.

Complete one's misery.

At the same time, the first pieces of the moon have arrived on Earth, and they have passed through the Earth's atmosphere, turning into huge fireballs that fiercely bombard the surface.

Boom Boom!

Explosions, whistling, screams......

The ground became purgatory.

Impulsive!

In this moment of extreme chaos, a low sound suddenly sounded from the depths of the earth, like a beating pulse.

Impulsive! Impulsive! Impulsive!

As the moon debris continued to bombard, the sound of the pulse in the ground gradually became clear and powerful.