Our great nation of China traverses the multiverse.

Such thick thighs!

"Well, we will then modify your industrial system according to your specific situation... However, I think we should prioritize agricultural reform first, so that our compatriots can have enough to eat!"

Old Zhu withdrew his hand and looked at the recent industrial survey conducted by the other party.

Ok,

By the 1980s, the foundation of heavy industry had been laid.

Light industry is also developing steadily.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

This universe has arrived.

All the industries that have been built up through hard work and struggle, as described in this book, must be demolished and reset!

Let the people of this great Eastern nation, living in the world of the strange, start striving and forging ahead from a new starting point!

"I'm planning to recruit a group of space soldiers here!"

Old Zhu put down the documents, looked at Hou Zhongyun, and his face was full of sincerity.

"Space Force?"

Hou Zhongyun strongly agreed with Zhu Lao's previous remarks on agricultural reform.

People in this great Eastern country have a deep-seated attachment to having enough to eat. Hou Zhongyun's willingness to say this shows that his respect for Elder Zhu is truly heartfelt.

Are they simply recruiting people from their world to form a space force?

Isn't that giving them way too much credit?

"Don't worry, what I need is the unique spirit of your generation: the courage to face crises, the loyalty, and the indomitable spirit!"

Old Zhu took a deep breath.

This,

It is the unique spirit of people in this era during times of crisis.

And people who possess this spirit

It is what Mr. Zhu values ​​most!

Such people, in the comfortable environment of this universe, are one in a thousand.

But sourcing directly from The Thing World

Isn't it more cost-effective?

"Alright, once you've finished your business, I'll immediately call the navy over!"

Hou Zhongyun took a deep breath and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, I'm looking forward to it. Our matter will be resolved soon!"

Old Zhu turned his head to look at the data on the temporary command platform.

Fang Jing also saw the data.

Fang Jing's lips twitched as he watched the planes and fleet heading towards Antarctica.

Good guy,

As expected of you, America, you actually sent someone!

……

It is currently winter in the Southern Hemisphere.

The further south you go, the larger the icebergs you encounter.

However, these are all ice floes on the sea surface. How could they possibly stop the America transport plane flying at its maximum speed?

Several sizable transport planes are flying at full speed towards Antarctica.

On the plane, the pilot looked somewhat embarrassed.

"Co-pilot, the wind speed is rising rapidly, things aren't looking good!"

"Pilot, we consulted the meteorological department...we don't have any weather satellites in Antarctic orbit..."

The co-pilot swallowed hard, his voice strained.

"Damn it, didn't command say they'd find a way?!"

Upon hearing the co-pilot's voice, the pilot, Mars, widened his eyes, staring at the azure expanse outside the window, his gaze filled with anger.

Damn it, they won't provide a weather map.

Are they flying blind?

Fine, fine, I won't give you weather maps for the planes, but what about the airborne troops?

Mars observed the situation on the distant Antarctic permafrost. Ice and snow were gathering and trapped in the air, making it impossible to determine the location of the ground.

This is already the prelude to a blizzard!

Are we really going to send paratroopers jumping into the gale-force winds?

This can kill people!

"Co-pilot, immediately reconfirm the mission instructions with command!"

Mars even suspected that command might have given the wrong order, and he asked the co-pilot to confirm the information again with some uncertainty.

"Confirming... Confirmed, mission is correct, the fleet at Cape Argentine is also on its way. We are part of the vanguard and will go deep into Antarctica to scout the situation for the follow-up troops."

The co-pilot grinned and repeated the task.

He himself was almost unable to hold back his emotions while watching it.

The two pilots and crew members were taking on the challenge of flying over Antarctica. At worst, they could just climb higher; they wouldn't have to jump.

But the paratroopers on the plane were in trouble!

"Good luck to these young men!"

After listening, Mars closed his eyes slightly.

Amen.

I hope these young men won't encounter any storms.

"Captain, we've arrived. Please open the cabin door!"

Soon, they flew to the top of the Antarctic permafrost ice sheet.

It was winter, and a strong, descending cold air mass caused the transport plane to experience some turbulence. Mars then decisively pulled down the cabin doors in a flat area and made an announcement over the loudspeaker:

"Parachutes, you have half an hour!"

Inside the cabin, the American soldiers, who had been waiting in advance, were beaming with excitement.

The mission of parachuting into Antarctica and finding the location of the alien spaceship mentioned by the Norwegians was unprecedented, and they were so excited that they wished they could jump right then and there.

This passion has been stirred up by the commander who gave the order!

but,

Well, passion is just passion after all.

When the cargo hold door is opened,

A chilling aura rushed in with irresistible force, hitting them and causing them to shudder violently.

The paratrooper standing at the hatch looked down at the vast white world below, his eyes widened, and he swallowed hard.

That gust of wind just now cleared the eyes of a group of people!

They suddenly realized,

This is Antarctica, for crying out loud!

She just jumped.

They would have to rely on their own equipment to survive.

There were no supplies available to them on the ice sheet!

Chapter 625 Isn't Antarctica the wilderness?

On the edge of Antarctica, in a transport plane

The United States' elite airborne troops were now jolted awake by the gusts of cold wind rushing in.

Is he really going to jump?

The ground was a vast expanse of white, and the ice sheet was an unknown thickness of meters.

If they were to actually land up there, they wouldn't be able to get any supplies and would have to rely on themselves!

"Jump! I don't want to be called a deserter!"

A middle-aged soldier standing at the front of the cabin took a deep breath, his eyes unusually firm, his fists clenched tightly.