I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 939: Mysterious meteor
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"The train departs, I wish you a pleasant journey."
The back is slightly tight, and Zhang Feng feels an invisible hand, and gently presses his shoulders. The power of these "hands" is very light, and lying in this specially designed decompression cockpit, the discomfort of being overweight is so weak that it is almost negligible.
He glanced at the screen on the armrest of the cockpit with Yu Guang in the corner of his eye. He glimpsed the words 1.48G from the gravity index flashing in the upper left corner.
Seeing this, Zhang Feng couldn't help but hang a smile. As a former Marine Corps soldier, he was able to easily withstand the load of 3G. If it is not a long-term load, he can resist it even with the gravity of 7 and 8G.
The ascent acceleration is half of the gravitational acceleration, and the maximum speed is 2 kilometers per second. Zhang Feng estimated in his heart that the acceleration phase would end in about ten minutes.
In fact, the time to end the acceleration is slightly shorter than he estimated.
The overweight feeling on his shoulder slowly relaxed, and the seat belt in the cockpit was unlocked. Zhang Feng twisted his neck slightly. Like other passengers on the floor, he walked down to the transparent window and walked out of the window Cast a fascinating sight.
"It's impossible," a European man was lying by the window, his nose glued to the window glass like glue, and exclaimed in silence, "This is absolutely impossible! Peace through the troposphere There was no sway in the flow layer! This is absolutely impossible! Unless ... unless ... "
The European stared at the sky suddenly, his pupils shaking with an incredible look, "Unless, the point of force of this track is not on the ground at all, but on the sky?"
This tallest building in the world is not built from the ground up to the sky at all, but from the synchronized track down. In this way, the entire track is stabilized by its own gravity, and the stress of the material itself is enough to carry the influence of the high air flow on the track.
But what if you encounter bad weather such as typhoon?
Dimitri believes that Xinghuan Trading will certainly not fail to take this into account. However, as an aerospace technology expert at ESA, he actually wanted to break his head and could not understand how the Star Ring Trade did it.
And just below this senior ESA executive, also in front of a window.
Liu Haotian approached a white-haired old man and asked politely softly.
"Did you see something?"
After hearing the junior's question, the old man sighed.
"In addition to the beautiful scenery that will be unforgettable in my life, with these old eyes, I ca n’t see any doorway."
The old man ’s name is Liu Zhusheng, a researcher of the First Research Institute of China Aerospace Science and Technology Group. As one of the founders of China ’s space industry, the Shenzhou series of rockets was involved in the design. In this first opening ceremony, Xinghuan Trading provided Huaguo with 4 passenger places, and he was one of them.
Aerospace Science and Technology Group and senior officials of China have high hopes for him, hoping that he can learn something from this first opening ceremony and find out the doorway of the space elevator even if he is at a loss.
However, standing here at this moment, looking at the clouds that are going away, he suddenly had the illusion of crossing the mountains.
But soon, he smiled and shook his head, relieved the care in his chest.
Although he is an expert in the field of aerospace, his expertise is in the field of chemical rockets. He can solve the technical problem of "longitudinal coupled vibration" that restricts the development of large liquid rockets in China with a pen. All look at China, but it does not mean that his talents are equally applicable to space elevators.
"Jiangshan has talented people who have been leading the way for hundreds of years," Liu Zhusheng shook his head again, and said with a smile, "I now know why Americans, Japanese, and British people give precious opportunities Give a few writers who are not close to each other. "
"Why?" Liu Haotian asked thoughtfully.
The old man raised his hand and forefinger lightly tapped his white hair temple.
"We need imagination."
The talk of the young and old attracted Zhang Feng's attention.
Seeing familiar faces in a foreign country can always make you feel friendly. But instead of stepping forward to talk to the two, he cast his eyes out the window.
It is said that for every 1000 meters of elevation, the temperature will drop by 5 ~ 6 ℃.
A little ice crystals were condensed outside the window, and the mist was white, and the thick air layer covered the earth like a spherical shell, just like a fairyland on earth. Standing by the window, Zhang Feng silently took out his phone and fixed the beautiful picture on the photo.
In such a magnificent scenery, what amazes me is the language of all countries.
At this time, a slightly jerky Chinese came from my ear.
"Are you a soldier?"
Zhang Feng turned around and looked at the black man standing behind him. Instead of denying his inquiry, he asked instead.
"Oh? How did you see it?"
"Your stance is very special." The black man shrugged and smiled with his white teeth. "I heard that you Chinese congress specializes in training the stance of soldiers, and how to stack the quilt into tofu. Block. "
After hearing the jokes in the black language, Zhang Feng didn't care, but raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Oh? What did the Americans train?"
The black man grinned and said, "We train how to beat people."
"Do you want to try it with me?"
Looking at Zhang Feng ’s smile-like expression, the black man shook his head with a smile and waved his hand, "Hey, man, I ’m just kidding. If the two of us were thrown from here because they were trying their hands, they carried a parachute Can't live anymore. "
After a pause, the black man coughed and introduced himself.
"William James, Captain of the US Marines, how about you?"
"Zhang Feng, the Marine Corps of the Star Ring, and the rank of the captain," Zhang Feng took the black man's hand and shook it neatly.
Amazed expression appeared on William's face, but soon returned to normal.
"I thought you were a Chinese."
"You guessed right, I am indeed a Chinese," Zhang Feng let go of his hand, "in the sense of descent."
"As an employee of Xinghuan Trading, can you tell me what is on the space station above us?" William leaned on the railing by the window and asked with a gossip.
"You will know when you arrive." Zhang Feng shook his head.
William made a boring expression, but said nothing more.
As Zhang Feng said, when the elevator arrives, he will know what is on it. It's just that the five-hour journey is too long. If he doesn't find something for himself during such a long journey, he will be bored and crazy.
It's not just him who is curious about what is above his head, but also netizens from all over the world who watched the first opening of the space elevator on the official website of Xinghuan Trading. People used barrage and comments to vent their shocks and offered heartfelt praises to Xinghuan Trade.
While William looked out of the window boringly, letting time pass by, he suddenly glimpsed the bright spot with a trace of tail in the dark and deep space.
Meteor?
Out of the atmosphere?
How is it possible!
He rubbed his eyes, and he confirmed that he was right. There is no reference object in space, and he cannot judge how far the bright spot is from him. However, standing in his position, the stretched light is so obvious in a dark universe.
"What is that?"
Mumbling to himself, took out his phone and took a picture of the mysterious meteor. (To be continued.)