After speaking, Speaker Kemore left without any further instructions or instructions regarding such a major decision as the decision to authorize Zhe Qiuhong and the Yuanhang Organization to launch the Fire Plan.
This means that the "Fire" fleet that is about to sail away will not have to bear any substantive mission. All they have to do is to escape, survive and explore alone.
Zhe Qiuhong and his party were left at the scene, and most of them were members of the original voyage organization. They stood because their dream suddenly came true, and no one spoke for the time being.
Some of them were surprised and excited.
Some were confused, hesitant and uneasy.
Beside, the medium-sized spacecraft that was going to the Miracle Space Station had completed its start-up. The hull was buzzing with source energy airflow, like a steel behemoth trying its best to suppress itself, still waiting for Zhe Qiuhong to board the ship.
"Shall we start the execution plan immediately?" Finally, a subordinate in the standing team who came to see him off broke the silence.
Zhe Qiuhong turned to look at him, nodded calmly and without hesitation, and said as the leader of the voyage: "Yes, you can make arrangements. Everyone will immediately restore the organizational structure, cut into the corresponding positions, and then connect with the relevant departments of Weilan as soon as possible. Start preparations, and we will set off when I come back from the Miracle space station."
"Everyone, everyone?" Someone on the side asked cautiously.
Although Yuanhang initially seemed to join Weilan as a whole, in fact, many of them had already infiltrated Weilan before that, and these people have not yet exposed their identities.
Perhaps because Speaker Kemore's words were too sudden and concise, some Yuanhang members at the scene could not help but worry whether this was a bureau.
"Yes, everyone, don't worry about anything." Zhe Qiuhong expressed his judgment without stating the reasons, and began to lead the way towards the ramp of the spacecraft.
"So," the subordinates no longer worried and hesitated, but became relaxed and happy. "Are all procedures prepared and executed according to the original plan?"
The original plan was a fleet voyage plan that had existed for a long time and had been compiled by the voyage organization after decades of painstaking research since its establishment.
"Yes, all..." Zhe Qiuhong stopped with his back turned. He hesitated for a rare moment, and then changed his words and said, "No, we need to change the course."
"Change course?!"
"Change the fleet's route?"
"Yes, let's set off in another direction." Zhe Qiuhong looked up at the sky and said slowly: "We have to... stay away from the direction of Mars."
The Fire Fleet in the original plan of the voyage would first fly in the direction of Mars... This change by Zhe Qiuhong meant that a lot of work needed to be overturned and started over.
That is difficult to complete in a short period of time. To be precise, it is impossible to complete in such a short period of time. Therefore, this change is bound to bring huge uncertainty to the voyage of the Fire Fleet.
"In this case, I'm afraid..." What my subordinates want to express is that we need more time, that we won't be able to make it in time, and that the risk factor will inevitably rise.
"It doesn't matter, let's try our luck." Zhe Qiuhong interrupted him with a firm attitude. Then, while continuing to walk forward, he lowered his head and muttered to himself: "Originally, this was just a matter of trying my luck."
She was very calm and had no unnecessary worries. Because as a matter of fact, in the past hundred years, almost every action taken by humans to fight against the invasion of the big civilization can be regarded as trying their luck to some extent.
Just as the ancient philosophy of Hua Xiya says, do your best and obey the destiny.
"But why do you do this?" The subordinates did not ask any more questions, but continued to be confused in their hearts, "Why did you suddenly change the course? What is the reason why you must stay away from the direction of Mars?"
A young soldier, fully armed and expressionless, stood under the ramp of the spacecraft.
Originally just a group of people standing guard, but inexplicably hearing so many important decisions from the highest level of Azure, he was actually a little confused at this time.
He saw Zhe Qiuhong's figure passing by with his peripheral vision, and then heard the sound of military boots embedded with dead iron pieces on the gangway.
"What do you think is intuition, or sixth sense? Women's, men's."
The little warrior didn't immediately realize that he was the target of this question, but what if he was?
He slowly turned his head to look at Zhe Qiuhong while hesitating.
Zhe Qiuhong was looking at him.
"I don't know." With hesitation, the little warrior replied blankly.
"Yeah." Zhe Qiuhong nodded and continued: "Then do you think the true nature of most human beings is pessimism or optimism?"
"I don't know either." The little warrior shook his head and continued to express his confusion and innocence.
"Do you think humans will win in the end?" Zhe Qiuhong continued to ask, speaking a little faster.
"Of course! I will! Fight for the victory of mankind." Shouting Azure's new slogan, the little warrior quickly puffed up his chest and said with a bright smile on his face: "From the first day I joined Azure, I and I My comrades are all ready, and we will all fight for the ultimate victory of mankind, even if we fight to the death."
"You are all willing to fight to the death for humanity, and then you all die. Can humanity win?" Zhe Qiuhong asked again, his expression as serious and solemn as ever.
"Ah?" The pupils of the little warrior's eyes shook, and he fell into confusion again: "I..."
"Actually, there is no such thing as intuition or sixth sense. It's just that most human beings are pessimistic by nature." Zhe Qiuhong said to himself, as if to comfort himself, while turning around and continuing to walk up the gangway.
The accompanying medical team members came over and boarded the ship quickly.
The spacecraft takes off and flies to the Miracle space station.
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The space on the space station is limited, and most of it is decorated with work scenes, so even Xin Yaoqiao's private room is pitifully small, with only a simple small bed placed against the wall.
She sat on the bed for a long time, crying intermittently for a few short moments. She spent most of the time thinking randomly without any specific ideas.
Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door. She wiped her eyes quickly and opened the door.
A colleague looked over and said that the medical team from the ground had arrived.
Xin Yaoqiao naturally knew that it was Zhe Qiuhong who came just for her. She went out to greet him and stood on the side of the main cabin door of the space station. When Zhe Qiuhong walked across the docking channel, he waved and smiled at her.
Zhe Qiuhong also smiled, walked to her side and stood down.
Then there was nothing to say. Only the rest of the medical team came through the docking channel carrying boxes after boxes, passed in front of them, and moved the instruments into the selected workroom according to the instructions of the space station staff. , and start the installation immediately.
In a little while, Xin Yaoqiao will be here, beginning to listen to the fatal recording that is suspected to be from Dajian Miwang, and trying to decipher and translate it.
Prior to this, four of Azure's best Dajian civilization language researchers died silently under this recording without any warning or signs of pain.
(End of chapter)
