Chapter 1083 Destination and Hope (seeking a monthly ticket at the beginning of the month!)

With the destruction of the spaceship church, and the so-called religious leaders who received the last message from the "Paradise" and completely collapsed in the vast space, the progress of the lower part of "Wandering Earth" has reached one hour and forty minutes. !

  For such a long film called the "Bladder Terminator", no one left the scene or even got up to the toilet during the whole process, which is a miracle.

  And now, this movie, which has a total duration of two hours, has ushered in the final part;

  With the destruction of the spaceship sect, the collapse of religious beliefs, and the collective escape of human elites manipulating the congregation into space, the vigorous anti-"Wandering Earth Project" movement was also destroyed.

  But the serious problems facing humanity still haven't disappeared with the destruction of the spaceship church-after experiencing this chaos, there is not much time left for the separation of the earth and the moon, which is already stretched.

   However, this rebellion against the Wandering Earth project and the revealing of the true identity of the Spaceship Church has brought unprecedented unity of human will.

  United International finally deserves its name.

  All countries in the world finally put aside their hostility and prejudice, and sincerely exiled all participating countries’ spacecraft attacking planetary engines to Australia, United International has truly devoted all its energy to launching the Wandering Earth project.

  In view of the existing dungeons and the number of humans, a serious fact is placed in front of everyone;

  For the global population of seven billion people, the total number of dungeons is less than 20,000, which will obviously be overloaded.

  Especially because of the war, many dungeon projects that were in progress have been suspended.

  Restarting the dungeon construction project and guaranteeing the supply of materials before the separation of Earth and Moon has become the most difficult problem in the world.

  Countless labors were imported into the Planetary Engine and Dungeon Engineering Office, and began to rush to build those unfinished dungeons. Countless materials and materials used to feed hundreds of thousands of people were gathered and began to be transported to the inside of the dungeon.

  At the same time, the lunar advancement base also ushered in the repair materials after the EMP attack.

  In cities, roads, and even on the outer walls of planetary engines, the countdown to separation that can be seen everywhere in the entire human society begins.

  Beijing-in front of Tongzhou Planetary Engine Underground City.

Standing at the entrance of the dungeon, looking up at the majestic wall with one hand, and the slogan "First materials, then personnel, orderly, enter in batches." Just put on the slogan, I didn't close my eyes for days and nights. The chief turned around.

  A huge "only ten days" huge banner behind him was pulled up by the staff with a cable.

  The next moment, a huge "nine" suddenly unfolded.

   "Is there enough time and space?"

  Faced with his question, the official on the side pursed his lips.

"We have given up all unnecessary material deployment. In order to make the necessary space for the people to live as much as possible, we have given up almost everything we were proud of-even the cultural relics in the Palace Museum. For entering the underground city Residents of, also made regulations not to carry more than five kilograms of luggage. If everyone abides by the rules, theoretically, we have enough time and space. It’s just.”

  Speaking of this, the official looked at the people who had already lined up in front of the dungeon, and the softness they carried with them.

   "The situation still looks very grim."

   Seeing a rag doll in the hands of a little girl standing at the front of the queue, the chief crouched down to stroke an unknown wild flower by the side of the road, and sighed.

   "Notify all evacuated units that they must strictly implement the regulations and give full play to the leadership role of party members. Try to make room for people's survival as much as possible, and ensure that everyone enters the underground city before the deadline for the separation of the earth and the moon."

   "Yes! I know the chief."

  Looking at his subordinates nodding their heads, the old man stood up and looked at the looming crescent moon in the sky.

   "How is the progress of the Moon Base?"

   "The head of the report, according to the latest news, the repair of the lunar propulsion engine has entered the final stage. All lunar base personnel are conducting the final repair work."

  Hearing the news, the old man nodded deeply.

  "Is the plan to withdraw the personnel not finalized yet?"

  "The moon base is still in a paralyzed state. All the launch vehicles are used for the delivery of engine parts. The transit space station has completely deviated from orbit and floated into space. Chief"

  Listening to the report by the director of the space agency, the old man frowned, and his tone became excited.

   "At least, communication has been restored?!"

  "There is no transit station, Earth-Moon communication"

  Before he finished speaking, the old man scolded her extremely rarely.

"Those more than a thousand people are working hard for the survival of the entire mankind day and night! We can't get them back, and we can't tell their families, right? I don't care what you use, when the evacuation starts. The family members of these people will be transferred to the dungeon first! Normal Earth-Moon communication will be restored as soon as possible, at least. Let them see that their families are settled!"

  "The first point is guaranteed to be completed! The second point, we will do it."

   "It's not an effort, it's an order!"

   sternly scolded, the old man’s cheeks twitched, and he cast his eyes on the sky, the city, the wilderness, and the people in front of him.

   "All of us, we have lost enough. No, we can't. Let's lose all our last thoughts."

   "Yes! Guaranteed to complete the task!"

  At this point in the plot, the audiences in the cinema are all blushing again.

  In the tears of people, the picture on the big screen has been transferred to Lijiacun.

  Different from the chaos and hustle and bustle in the city, this cramped village seems to be disconnected from the entire human civilization—if it weren’t for the village’s loud speakers to repeatedly broadcast evacuation broadcasts, it proves that this place is still a policy radiator.

   "Uncle Old Gen, you see that there are people in Beijing! Don't be arrogant, hurry up and go with the people!"

  After a wildfire burned, grass buds have grown again next to the rice field.

  Li Laogen squatted silently on the field ridge, licking the dry smoke in his hand bit by bit.

  Beside him, there are a few officials in suits with a national emblem pinned to the neckline, and a village party secretary with a bitter face.

  In the face of everyone's bitter persuasion, Li Laogen used his callused fingers to press out the burning pipe pot.

   "I know what you mean. My son can't come back, and the government feels owed, and wants to arrange this old bone of mine in advance, right?"

   "Uncle Old Gen."

  Listening to Li Laogen's words, the expressions of several officials became complicated.

  In the silence of everyone, Li Laogen stared at the eyes that had been blind for many years, as if he could still see the same, and swept the field in front of him with his gray eyes.

"My baby is good, but things shouldn't be like this. I'm sixty-nine this year, and I'm just one step away! I have planted a handful of old bones for a lifetime, and I can't use my baby to fight for light when I grow old ."

   "Uncle Old Gen, you may have misunderstood. It is not a question of who borrows light, it is the government's respect for heroes."

   "Well, isn't that still a good baby."

  Li Laogen laughed, his face was unusually calm.

"This light, even if it is borrowed, I am useless. I can only borrow from the old man who eats idle food! If you are really willing, take away the children from the village. You can also be regarded as Genji, this baby, I didn't leave this in vain. Once."

   "Uncle Old Gen,"

   "It's so determined."

  Putting the pipe pot in his hand into his waist, Li Laogen, holding his crutches, staggered up from the field ridge with the help of the people around him.

  "I can’t carry my old friend, and can’t carry it on my shoulders. When I get there, what can I do in the dungeon? Huh! Does your dungeon have wheat fields?"

"what?"

  Suddenly asked by Uncle Old Gen, everyone was stunned.

  "Yes! Yes, yes!"

   "Yes! Yes, there are planting areas! One water of UV cultivation, the output of one underground city, enough to feed 200,000 people a year!"

  A happy smile appeared on Li Laogen’s face when he heard the ground.

   "Good. Where there is hope, there is hope. Where there is hope, there is a future!"

  With those gray eyes, Li Laogen "patrolled" his field like an old lion.

  The breeze dried the sweat on his face, and the air seemed to have a faint fragrance of grass.

  Facing the breeze, Li Laogen waved his cane in his hand.

   "Take the dolls, let's go, let's go! The old man has lived here all his life, so he won't move away!"

  Looking at Li Laogen's decisive appearance, the person in charge who came to meet him this time pursed his lips and nodded to the group of attendants behind him.

   "Go, take all the children in the village."

   gave a command, he took out a strangely shaped communicator from his pocket and delivered it to Li Laogen.

After    helped him set up the voice function, he led everyone to bow deeply and walked out of the wheat field.

  In the orange sky, the sun has already begun to sway westward.

  Beside the vast fields, a figure living with a cane stood on the high field ridge, and cast his gaze to the east of the village.

  There, the ancestors of Lijiacun’s ancestors are buried for generations.

  There, for some people, it’s called home.

  A little further away, a group of dolls in school uniforms all knelt on the side of the road.

  Beside them is a group of officials with admiration.

  The place they are going is to the west of the village.

  There will soon accommodate 750,000 people in surrounding cities and counties.

  There, for these 750,000 people, it is called hope.

  (End of this chapter)