roccoschili Chapter 700 Arrival on Mars
Chapter 700 Arrival on Mars
Only those who have experienced it know how incredibly boring the journey of over forty days truly is.
After all, modern starships have much more space than traditional rockets.
However, the activities are still quite limited.
It's not much bigger than a bus.
It's like a motorhome, with many different areas inside.
Meng Chuan could only endure it for three days before he couldn't take it anymore.
Just go to the hibernation pod.
The so-called hibernation chamber is actually a device that uses drugs to force people to fall asleep.
After all, only when you're asleep do you stop feeling the passage of time.
Otherwise, a repressive and monotonous life can really drive a person crazy.
Fortunately, the hibernation pods here are equipped with intelligent massage and turning systems.
The massage device inside will activate at the designated time.
Massage and turn the person inside to prevent muscle atrophy caused by prolonged hibernation.
Moreover, each hibernation period cannot exceed ten days.
They will be forcibly awakened after ten days and will need to wait two days before they can resume hibernation.
When Meng Chuan woke up from the hibernation pod for the second time.
Yingdie was already sitting in the chair next to him, resting her chin on her hand, looking at him with eyes full of happiness.
Meng Chuan is becoming more and more mature.
Perhaps it was the increase in wealth that made Meng Chuan even more captivating.
Moreover, Yingdie hasn't been intimate with Mengchuan for a long time.
Throughout the journey, in this confined space, she couldn't be intimate with Meng Chuan.
Therefore, she missed him very much!
"woke up?"
Yingdie looked at Meng Chuan tenderly.
"Should be arriving soon?"
Meng Chuan sat up in his hibernation pod.
Meng Chuan has already set the time.
I should be arriving around the time I wake up this time.
Although one cannot sense the passage of time while asleep.
But after sleeping for a long time, Meng Chuan felt that his bones were about to harden.
"We will enter the Martian atmosphere in half an hour."
Yingdie smiled and pointed to the porthole:
"look."
Meng Chuan followed her gaze and his heart skipped a beat.
Outside the porthole, the planet he had seen countless times in holographic images was now unfolding realistically before his eyes.
It's not the neat "crimson" color in the picture, but a layered, complete picture.
The areas near the poles are pale white, as if covered with a thin layer of snow.
The mid-latitude regions are a deep ochre red, like rocks burned by a raging fire.
Near the equator, however, the area is a dazzling orange-yellow, likely representing vast deserts.
What's most amazing is its proximity—it's so close you can see the surface of the crater clearly.
Like craters made by a giant hammer.
There are also winding canyons that cast long shadows in the sunlight, like scars cracked open in the earth.
"It looks better than in the documents."
Meng Chuan subconsciously reached out to touch the porthole.
My fingertips touched the cold metal, but my gaze was glued to it, unable to look away.
So beautiful, so breathtaking.
He recalled the first time he saw "Mars" in a textbook.
When I was a child, I heard villagers talking about it during their leisure time: there might be canals on Mars, and green Martians.
Later, after studying astronomy, I learned that those "canals" were due to errors in the telescope.
"Green" is the color of sand and dust, but the longing in my heart has never faded.
On the contrary, the more you know about it, the more mysterious it seems.
Now, he has really come.
"Get up and sit down quickly, we're about to land."
Yingdie noticed his absent-mindedness, spoke softly, helped him to his designated seat, and thoughtfully fastened Meng Chuan's seatbelt herself.
"Mars has 38% of Earth's gravity and only a little over half the volume of Earth."
Yingdie casually recited the data, all of which she had memorized before setting off.
But she was worried that Meng Chuan didn't know, so she instructed him:
"The report that Zhan Yi sent back last time said that our people can basically get used to it after staying here for a week. It's just that they tend to 'jump' up the stairs at first. Once, Lin Zhou went to the lab and almost jumped up three steps in one go and fell flat on his face."
Yingdie was worried that Meng Chuan would embarrass himself.
Mars is not like Earth.
On Mars, everyone is a superhero.
The sense of power and speed is at least 70% greater than on Earth.
For example, an ordinary person can lift a 100-pound weight on Earth.
On Mars, however, it can easily lift 170 pounds.
The speed is also almost twice as fast as on Earth.
If Liu Xiang were on Mars, he could easily run the 110-meter hurdles in under 6 seconds.
"I can spare it."
Meng Chuan smiled.
He already knew this knowledge by heart.
Before the laughter had even subsided, the starship suddenly shuddered slightly, and the navigator's voice came over the loudspeaker:
"We are about to enter the atmosphere. Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for a bumpy ride."
Sure enough, not long after the navigator finished speaking, a turbulent feeling began to occur.
It's just that the atmosphere on Mars is very thin.
The turbulence is much less than landing on Earth.
It's similar to a car going over a minor speed bump.
For the next ten minutes or so, the starship continued to shake.
The view outside the window has also changed.
The once clear surface of Mars was now covered by a layer of murky orange-red, which was dust from the atmosphere.
The starship's hull was hot from friction, and the edges of the portholes even glowed with a faint red light.
Meng Chuan gripped the armrest of the seat tightly and glanced at Ying Die.
Before long, the tremors subsided.
The navigator's voice came again, this time with a clear smile:
"Having passed through the atmosphere, we are now descending. Target: 'Qinglian-1' landing site."
Two main landing sites were set up on Mars.
One is Qinglian No. 1, and the other is Qinglian No. 2.
Number One is primarily responsible for the landing of incoming and outgoing personnel.
The second one is mainly responsible for landing supplies.
Because Number One is located in a human settlement area.
Landing point number two is in the factory area.
That place is mainly responsible for refining and producing steel bars and cement.
The orange glow outside the porthole faded, and the Martian surface drew ever closer.
Meng Chuan finally saw clearly—those "spots" he had seen from a distance were actually semi-circular fortresses.
They are not regular circles, but were built following the contours of the terrain.
Like giant seashells turned upside down on the ground.
The fortress's outer shell was dark gray, probably made of some kind of radiation-resistant alloy.
The surface was covered with a thin layer of red sand, which was obviously blown there by the wind.
What surprised Meng Chuan the most was their "connection".
Each fortress is connected by a silver passageway, like a string of beads.
They also resemble lotus pods full of lotus seeds.
From a distance, it really looks like a small town.
It spreads out on the red earth, carrying a clumsy yet tenacious vitality.
"That's our base?"
Meng Chuan pointed out the window, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.
“Yes, ‘Qinglian Fort’.”
Shadow Butterfly's gaze also fell on those fortresses, her eyes softening slightly:
"Construction began last winter. The first phase consisted of only three fortresses, but now it seems that it has been expanded considerably."
Meng Chuan nodded and said with emotion:
"It's already taking shape, let's win the first battle!!"