spaceflight manual

Chapter 33 Emergency Management
Wang Ping'an muttered, "How could there be a problem with the route planning?"

In fact, this is not a question, but I muttered because I was wondering, but the computer immediately replied: "The consumption of fuel exceeds expectations, and we don't have enough deltas to reach Mars."

Angeli's brows were twisted into twists: "We calculated the delta before, it was enough, and there were no abnormal states along the way, how could it be suddenly not enough delta?"

Computer: "It is speculated that there may be a fuel leak, or there may be an error in the quality of the spacecraft."

Wang Ping'an had already floated to the console and began to carefully read the new orbital calculation data. He quickly cursed: "Damn it, although I haven't calculated it carefully, I feel that it should be our cargo delivery table. The one on top is heavier, a little bit heavier."

Angeli: "We also threw a bunch of monkey corpses. After the mass of those corpses was ejected by the engine, it became our speed. How is it possible..."

Wang Pingan: "Computer, add an X to the quality of our goods. If it is to meet our current trajectory, what is the quality of X?"

Computer: "410 [-] kg."

Wang Ping'an was stunned: "We threw 30 monkeys, with a total weight of 314 kilograms, which is more than 400 kilograms, which means that the guy who loaded the goods loaded us with almost [-] kilograms more. It shouldn't be."

His words stopped abruptly because a possibility occurred to him.

Angeli obviously thought of the same possibility, and her gaze suddenly sharpened.

She muttered softly: "Eight hundred kilograms, almost eight adult men, how could it not be scanned?"

"It doesn't have to be so many, there may be spacesuits or water and oxygen for them to survive in the process, and even a small circulation system. Every stowaway knows that when leaving the port, there is no oxygen in the cargo hold for safety. And the process of leaving the port cannot be short.

"And there are some astronauts who just don't like to keep the cargo tank aerobic in order to suffocate potential stowaways."

Angeli swallowed: "There is another possibility, that is, they were carrying weapons."

After speaking, she and Wang Pingan looked at the weapon cabinet together.

Wang Pingan: "Computer, start playing the rock of the band 'Dragon Force', and turn on the loudspeaker in the warehouse."

During the trip, Wang Pingan would often turn on the music and go to the warehouse to get the snacks in the damaged container. At this time, turning on the music was used as a cover for the two to enter the warehouse to "suppress bandits" and paralyze the enemy.

Angorie kicked the control seat and floated towards the weapon cabinet.

Wang Ping'an: "Put on a spacesuit first, it's more or less bulletproof. And then..."

He took out the multi-tool, adjusted it to the cutting mode, and removed the table fixed on the ground.

"This can be used as a shield."

The next two people finished arming as quickly as possible.

Angeli was in the vanguard, holding a table in one hand and a submachine gun in the other.

Wang Pingan was holding a rifle and holding a stool to play as a defender.

However, as a part of alternate advance, Wang Ping'an had to enter the warehouse to occupy the position first, just like they did when they raided a bunch of dead monkeys before.

Wang Ping'an lightly pressed down on Angeli's spacesuit, and the contact point on the palm touched the metal strip on the surface of the spacesuit to form a communication circuit.

So he heard Angeli's breathing in the headset was extremely loud, but such a loud breathing still couldn't cover her heartbeat - the microphone was attached to the throat, and it could send all these details to Wang Ping'an's ears.

"Don't be nervous, we are raiding, and I have the advantage."

Angorie began to take a deep breath, but her heartbeat still sounded fast.

Wang Pingan: "Listening to your breathing like this, I suddenly felt that we should not wear spacesuits, so I can definitely see the ups and downs of the mountains..."

"Go to hell." Angeli cursed softly, "Start acting."

Wang Pingan nodded, not holding on to Angeli's space suit, so the heavy breathing and heartbeat disappeared from the earphones.

Everything was extremely quiet, only Wang Ping'an's own steady heartbeat.

He was surprised to find that he was not nervous at all, like a veteran who had been on the battlefield many times.

Angeli made a gesture and pressed the door open button.

The hatch opened, and Wang Ping'an controlled the engine on his back for a short jet, allowing himself to slowly float into the cargo compartment.

It looked completely unmoved.

The heartbeat sensor on the rifle is in disarray, because there are too many living things in the cargo warehouse to be transported to Mars.

Maybe it's these that interfere with the cruiser's scan—— Wang Ping'an thought.

He stopped next to the first container rack and watched the entire warehouse.

Angorie floated in and blocked the table in front of her, only the muzzle of a short submachine gun was exposed on the side.

At this time, the rock playing on the loudspeaker just entered the guitar solo during the interlude, and the sound of the cracking guitar resounded through the empty warehouse.

I have to say that this scene is kind of indescribably weird, as if it is about to enter a horror movie in the next moment.

According to the rhythm of horror movies, there should be a black shadow suddenly flashing in the corner of the field of vision at this moment!
Then the corner of Wang Ping'an's vision really flashed.

He fired without saying a word.

Space shooting does not need to consider the deflection force of the earth, and there is no fall caused by gravity. It only needs to consider the slight impact caused by the 13 milligal acceleration of the spacecraft——

There was no "whoosh" sound when the bullet hit the bulkhead, indicating that Wang Ping'an must have hit some soft tissue, and the bullet stayed inside.

Angeli turned on the radio directly: "There is blood!"

A large cloud of blood mist spread in the air, and because of the acceleration of the spaceship, it began to slowly fall to the bottom of the spaceship...

Immediately afterwards, a shrill cry came.

It seems to be a little girl.

"My brother was shot, my brother! We surrendered! Save my brother!"

Angorie immediately turned on the engine and accelerated towards the slowly spreading blood mist.

Wang Pingan: "It may be a trap!"

"Then just watch from the side, you are so accurate, you will be able to cover me well!"

Wang Pingan cursed, operating the engine to occupy a better alert position.

Angeli rushed all the way, and then reported: "A little boy was found, estimated to be 14 to 16 years old, shot in the abdomen, with weak vital signs. Perform emergency rescue procedures."

Wang Pingan: "Approved!"

He was the commander, the commander of the ship.

Angeli took off the little boy's shirt, took out the emergency biological glue and sprayed it wildly.

While spraying her, he also reported: "The bullet hit the left abdomen, possibly one of the kidneys."

After the biological glue sealed all the wounds, Angeli looked at the back of the boy's body again.

"No penetration, no wound on the back, I want to take out the bullet."

As she spoke, she took off the gloves of her space suit, and reached into the viscous bio-glue that hadn't completely solidified with her clean and slender hands.

Soon her face lit up, and she pulled her hand out, her thumb and forefinger just holding the bullet.

"The warhead has been removed."

Then Angeli sprayed a tube of bio-glue on the wound, took out the osmotic syringe, and gave the boy a comprehensive cardiopulmonary injection in the heart.

She had used up everything in the first aid kit that came with her spacesuit.

"The emergency treatment is completed, and no gastrointestinal damage was seen during the treatment. This is the best news, otherwise the gastric acid flowing everywhere would be choking. Next, I need to use the equipment to perform a B-ultrasound on him to judge the internal situation , I'm going to move him to the bridge."

Wang Pingan: "Approved. But you'd better ask that little sister first, how many of them are there, don't let me make a mistake."

(End of this chapter)