Chapter 790

"It's no use for the four of us to escape. As I told you, it's impossible to continue the revival of earth civilization by relying on the strength of the four!" Hao Zhi sighed and hit the table with a fist.

Lu Fang smiled: "do you think I really intend to let you go to a new planet to be Adam and Eve?"

"Oh?" Hao Zhi heard that there was something else in his words, so he quickly looked forward to LV Fang.

"Did you know that since the last century, mankind has established more than 1700 gene banks around the world and is determined to collect gene samples of all organisms known on the earth. So far, all organisms we have mastered, including plants, animals, insects, bacteria and even viruses, have been sampled and preserved, even some extinct biological samples, as long as Under appropriate laboratory conditions, they can be revived by using their DNA. In other words, this is a miniature version of the earth's biosphere.

Of course, your spacecraft should not only carry these, but also the 1.76 billion human genes stored in the European Molecular Biology Laboratory, the national biotechnology experimental center of the United States and the Japanese nucleic acid database. Of course, the volume is not large. Almost everyone has only a few cells.

Therefore, you four are just the foundation of future civilization. I believe that Wang Yanke's knowledge inherited from duanmutong's brain is fully capable of finding ways to rebuild the earth on another planet! "

"Madman!" Hao Zhi stared incredulously, "how dare you think!"

"Isn't there no way?" Lu Fang smiled bitterly. "If there were any other way, I wouldn't make such a bad decision!"

"Even so, these data are huge enough. With the genes of more than a billion people, 50 million biological samples, and some life supporting systems, how can such a small spacecraft fit?"

"Hehe, you can rest assured that we have made the most precise design and made full use of every inch of space to ensure that your escape spacecraft can maximize the navigation speed. Once you escape from the orbit of Jupiter, you will enter the hibernation state. The computer on the spacecraft will automatically select the navigation direction. After reaching the maximum navigation speed, we will turn off the propeller and move in one direction Keep floating at a high speed. Once you meet a viable planet, you will wake up. You can only rely on yourself for the rest!

According to your current fastest speed, it is entirely possible to meet a new livable planet within 500 years. For the rest, we can only pray for God's blessing! "

"What about this side? Don't you care about anything?" Hao Zhi was a little unwilling.

"I will stay and lead the rest of the earth people to fight to the death. Even if I blow up the earth in the end, I will not leave this home to the hateful enemy!" Lv Fang resolutely looked out of the window, "what you take away is hope, what we leave behind is dignity!"

The two people didn't speak for a long time. They just looked at each other silently. They seemed to want to find a line of comfort from each other's eyes. They all knew that it was a desperate situation at present. The future of mankind seemed to be in a dark room, but they could only see a little light larger than the last mung bean, and the last light of hope was about to go out, If you don't make a decision, you won't even leave the opportunity to regret.

"Let me think about it..." Hao Zhi finally sighed and reached out to turn off the communicator.

He felt tired, mentally hollowed out, and the cold powerlessness blocked his throat like thick plasma, making him unable to breathe.

Hao Zhi has experienced countless dying struggles, but he has never been so desperate as today. In the past, anyway, he felt that as long as he insisted, there was still a glimmer of vitality.

But this time is different. This time there is no room for maneuver. It is no longer a situation that can be recovered by relying on his own strength to defeat an enemy. The enemy he faces this time is no longer an entity with a real image, but something called the general trend of history.

When the era chooses the direction it must move forward, anyone's struggle will become weak and powerless. Hao Zhi has no clue about the direction in which history will move forward. Standing at a lost intersection, he can only see the darkness in front of him.

Hao Zhi slowly came out of the control center. He planned to go out for a walk, release the depressed feeling in his chest, and breathe a little cold and thin air on Mars, at least better than being stuffy in the house.

Out of the control center, he looked into the distance and saw a busy scene around the Mars base at noon. Soldiers were packing up combat weapons and equipment in the middle of the war. Damaged war cats waiting for repair lined up in front of the mechanical warehouse, and many tired soldiers were sitting or standing everywhere.

Those people received their daily rations from temporary tents. Since several food production bases were destroyed after the war, the food supply has become single recently. In order to produce supplies faster, all they can provide in logistics is dry bread and water.

The spacecraft transporting ice from the new moon base has also been delayed on the road due to earth riots and other problems. In a few days, I'm afraid even drinking water will be a problem.

Although those soldiers have no complaints, they can't hide their fatigue. Sweat and soil leave dirty marks on their faces. Continuous fighting makes them only rely on drugs to maintain their physical strength. There is only one hope left in their thick dark circles and godless eyes. End this damn war quickly.

In the past, in Hao Zhi's era, many sci-fi films described the glorious images of earth soldiers in Star Wars. They wore bright combat uniforms and various advanced instruments, drove fighters with a sense of the future, and soared in the starry sky.

But in fact, it was quite another matter. They sat on their helmets with their faces open, and their weapons were thrown at their feet.

They didn't have more words or strength to say more. They could only tear up the dry bread in their hands in embarrassment. When they couldn't choke, they looked up and poured a mouthful of cold raw water. They just swallowed the paste. As long as their war cat was repaired, they had to get into the narrow cabin and return to the front line. Next time, They don't know if they have a chance to come back here.

Some soldiers waiting in line can't stand it. They can only lie on the rough sand and sleep on their arms

For those soldiers who insist on deploying in the front line, even this short rest and the supply of a piece of dry bread are also a luxury expectation.

Some wounded soldiers stop bleeding in the ward of the logistics hospital, and then use the fastest biological repair technology to replace the thigh of the mechanical arm. They have to endure the pain of rejection between the newly installed prosthetic limb and the body. They don't even have a chance to mourn their lost arm for a minute. They have to quickly swallow anti rejection drugs and go back to fight the enemy again.

This is a hell on earth. The so-called battlefield pride is just a legend. What Hao Zhi sees in his eyes is only helplessness and sadness. They are not soldiers, but bleeding war machines.

Hao Zhi thinks they are very poor. They may not know that they are fighting a war that has never won, and a large part of them fight so hard because they have a common spiritual sustenance: "we are fighting side by side with Hao Zhi, an earth soldier! What a glorious thing!"

But they don't know that their only spiritual sustenance is planning to leave them