Chapter 1300 June 1991 (1/2)

"The astronauts must be brought back at a high cost."

Liu Di stared at the huge head in front of him, his eyes flashed, and a vague truth was outlined in his mind in an instant.

But it’s incredible.

The corners of the huge head were slowly raised into a weird smile.

Then its expression froze again, its eyes lost focus, and it turned into silent laughter, and then the smile became more and more absurd.

The flesh-colored ground ahead surges.

Suddenly, an object condensed. It was a space capsule. The Russian name on the nameplate read - Mir Space Station.

The space capsule is small and awkward.

The atomic clock reads: June 16, 1991.

A young man with blond hair in a space suit was floating in the air, clutching the communicator with both hands.

"Ground units!"

"Can anyone hear me?"

"This is Krikalev!"

"Your cosmonaut Krikalev!"

"You seem to have forgotten my existence!"

But there was silence in the communicator, not even the signal pointer fluctuated.

The blond young man looked horrified.

He panicked for a moment, gritted his teeth slightly, and then a determined light flashed in his eyes, "There must be a problem with the communicator. The earth and the ground will not forget me. I am a space hero. They must be very anxious now." "

The atomic clock is beating.

The mechanical calendar is turning.

50 days passed in an instant.

The young astronauts still maintain self-discipline, complete their work on time every day, conduct daily maintenance on the space station three times a day, and even deal with a fault that almost paralyzed the entire space station.

He kept a clean face and fine hair, and did not allow a trace of stubble to grow on his face.

After all, the earth may be connected to us at any time, so we cannot damage the positive image of astronauts.

"Ground units!"

"Can anyone hear me?"

"This is Krikalev!"

"Has the communication equipment not been repaired yet?"

"My supplies can only last for 58 days at most."

There was still silence in the communicator, as if the world connected to the other end of it had been completely destroyed.

The atomic clock is beating.

In a blink of an eye, 100 days passed.

The blond astronaut's body has become much thinner, almost as skinny as a stick. His blond hair is like weeds, and his chin and cheeks are covered with stubble. Food has long been in short supply. He now eats only five minutes of his previous meal. one.

Even if it is recycled, the fresh water reserves are already in jeopardy, and it is impossible for him to wash himself luxuriously.

He looked through the observation window at the blue planet in the distance.

He waited for 80 days. At this time, the space station reached the nearest low-Earth orbit.

The Earth is so beautiful, floating so quietly in the darkness, and the light it reflects is still the main light source that illuminates the space capsule.

It is home.

Close at hand, yet out of reach.

The deep space in the middle is a gap that young astronauts cannot cross.

Astronauts explore the blue planet through glass.

The emotions of excitement and awe that I felt when I saw it in full for the first time still echo in my heart.

He grabbed the communicator tremblingly, "Earth, Earth, can you hear me? This is Krikalev. I have been stranded in space for 150 days...I have almost no food, and I can't even recycle it." of urine..."

"After being stuck in space for a long time, I faced the loss of calcium in my bones, and my muscles atrophied and softened. My brain thinks that under this kind of gravity, I don't need so much support..."

"I can't hold on anymore."

"I'm so lonely. There's no other sound around me."

"My wife, our mother, are they okay?"

Atomic clocks and mechanical calendars continue to beat.

300 days later.

This astronaut performed a miracle, he is still alive.

But his world was already dark, and the weak energy in his body prevented him from opening his eyes, and his life functions were maintained in a hazy state.

He felt that his body was weightless, like a puddle of water, floating loosely in the weightless space capsule.

Sizzling...

Suddenly, the sound of electricity came from the communicator that had been silent for nearly a year.

There is signal access.

It was as if flowers of hope were glowing in the silent hell.

"Mir space station, can you receive our signal?"

"I'm sorry, because of the turmoil in the country, we...forgot you."

"But don't worry, we have taken back control of the ground base."

"We detected through the life signal that you are still alive."

"Cosmonaut Krikalev, are you there?"

"I'm Roscosmos' new general, Scott Dobin."

"I want to take you home!"

A strong male voice sounded through the communicator.

This voice was conveyed to the ears of the young astronaut word for word!

His heart, which had been silent for a long time, seemed to have turned into stone, suddenly twitched.

His throat was dry and he opened his mouth slightly, but no human voice came out, but a gurgling guttural sound.

General Scott Dobbin, who was on the other end of the communicator, also noticed fluctuations in life indicators.

He shouted anxiously, "Astronaut Krikalev! Great, I knew you were stronger than I thought! Please turn on the video equipment! Let's proceed to the next docking!"

In the long space wait.

In order to save energy and reduce the failure rate of equipment, the young astronaut turned off all unnecessary equipment, including the video communication system.

At this time.

A flame ignited in the young astronaut's heart.

Earth, my home!

NASA, they finally contacted me!

I was saved!

The young astronaut was already extremely weak. He gathered all his strength and wanted to open his eyes, but in return he only had more shortness of breath.

No.

I have to stay rational.

The switch of the video communicator is on the console 1.5 meters away.

I should use all my strength to turn on the equipment.

"Ground!"

"General Scott Dobbin!"

"You have to wait for me!"

"It will be done soon!"

The young astronaut screamed in his heart.

He closed his eyes, but he was no longer afraid of the darkness in his eyes.

He raised his arms with all his strength!

He needed to crawl forward, crawl to the control console!