Chapter 48 Global Shock
That song, "The East Is Red," came from outer space.
It wasn't just echoing in the command center of Base 091.
It is transmitted via radio waves.
It was broadcast to the whole world.
All you need is a radio.
As long as you can tune it to that frequency.
You will be able to hear it.
That was the first cry from the Chinese people to the world.
The news spread like wildfire.
It flew all over the world in an instant.
Across the ocean.
The US intelligence center.
It was still that room filled with the smell of coffee and cigars.
But at this moment.
The atmosphere here.
It's even more oppressive than a cemetery.
That man with the gold-rimmed glasses.
The coffee cup in my hand had long since fallen to the ground and shattered.
Brown liquid splattered all over the floor.
But he didn't bother wiping it off at all.
He stared intently at the listening device in front of him.
I have earphones in my ears.
Inside there.
The melody that sent chills down his spine was playing clearly.
"The East Is Red—"
"The sun rises—"
"That's impossible!"
"That's absolutely impossible!"
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses suddenly ripped off his headphones.
He roared hysterically.
"That's fake!"
"That's a recording!"
"Those were signals they forged on the ground!"
"Those rabbits aren't even getting enough to eat!"
"It doesn't even have a decent industrial base!"
"How could you possibly send a satellite into space?!"
"Didn't our intelligence say they were using some kind of rudimentary steelmaking method?!"
"This is what you call rudimentary steelmaking?!"
"They've managed to launch a satellite into space?!"
The overweight intelligence chief standing next to him.
At this moment, the fat on his face was trembling.
Sweat streamed down his forehead.
She messed up her carefully styled hair.
He was holding a newly printed report in his hand.
My hands were shaking like a leaf.
"gentlemen……"
"It's not just about signals..."
"Our North American Aerospace Defense Command..."
"A physical flying object has just been detected..."
"Passing right overhead..."
"The orbital parameters... match perfectly..."
"In other words..."
"That satellite..."
"It's hovering right above our heads now..."
"and……"
The intelligence chief swallowed hard.
The sound was so faint it was like a mosquito's buzz.
"And according to the orbital calculations..."
"Its launch vehicle thrust..."
"It's bigger than any of our current models..."
"This means..."
"What if that rocket wasn't carrying a satellite..."
"But rather..."
He didn't dare say the rest.
But everyone present understood.
If it is that thing.
That's their sense of security now.
It will be completely destroyed.
A deathly silence.
Everyone's face turned deathly pale.
That rabbit they used to draw in comics to mock.
The farmer they thought could only wallow in the mud.
Today.
Just now.
I slapped them hard across the face.
This slap.
It was too loud.
They were beaten until they saw stars.
They were beaten so badly they questioned their existence.
"must……"
"A reassessment is necessary..."
The man with gold-rimmed glasses slumped in his chair.
It felt like all the energy had been drained.
"Burn that damn comic!"
"after……"
"Who dares to say that rabbits are farmers again..."
"I'll throw him into the Pacific Ocean to feed the sharks!"
...
In the far north.
At the home of that former elder brother.
In the Kremlin offices.
A leader with a furrowed brow.
He was listening to his subordinate's report.
"So fast?"
"They actually got it done so quickly?"
Even without our experts?
Even without blueprints?
The leader looked out the window at the falling snowflakes.
His eyes were filled with complex emotions.
There was shock.
There was some apprehension.
There was also a hint of admiration that was hard to explain.
"It seems..."
"We underestimated the resilience of this nation."
"That was a group of..."
"Give it a little sunshine and it will shine."
"A seed that can sprout as long as it is given a little rain."
"after……"
"The attitude towards this neighbor."
"It needs to change."
...
This moment.
The world is shaken.
The front page headlines of major countries.
Everything was replaced with that mysterious message from the East.
[The dragon has awakened!]
[A voice from the East is heard from space!]
A new spacefaring superpower has been born!
But overseas.
In those foreign lands.
Countless Chinese and overseas Chinese.
International students.
Old professor.
Right now.
They all stayed by the radio.
When that familiar melody started playing.
They cried.
She cried like a lost child who had finally found her way home.
In a laboratory at Caltech in the United States.
An elderly professor with gray hair.
He was holding the old-fashioned radio that he had wiped countless times.
I was listening to "The East Is Red" playing from inside.
His hands were trembling.
His heart was burning.
Did you hear that?
"That's the sound from our home!"
The old professor spoke to the young international students beside him.
Tears soaked his clothes.
"Our country..."
"Finally, we've become strong!"
"I don't have to endure people's disdain anymore!"
"We no longer have to be called the 'sick man of East Asia' behind our backs!"
A young student wiped away a tear.
He looked at the old professor with a determined gaze.
"teacher!"
"I want to go back!"
"Even if it means going back to farming, I want to go back!"
"I want to use my limited knowledge."
"Dedicated to that land!"
The old professor nodded emphatically.
"good!"
Let's go back together!
"Let's go back and build our own country!"
Scenes like this.
This is happening all over the world.
A wave of people returning to their homeland.
Something is brewing beneath the surface.
That was the call of blood.
That is the cohesion of a nation.
...
And at the heart of all this storm.
Base 091.
But at this moment, it was a sea of jubilation.
In the cafeteria.
Another pig has been slaughtered.
Two were killed this time.
Commander Zhang was pleased.
Each person was granted an extra can of braised pork as a special treat.
Zhao Di sat on the table.
She wore the gold medal that she had bitten around her neck.
He was holding a large chicken leg.
They ate until their mouths were greasy.
She had no idea what earth-shattering event was happening outside.
Unbeknownst to them, they had become a "mysterious force" sought after by intelligence agencies worldwide.
All she knew was that...
The chicken drumsticks were delicious today.
Daddy's smile is so beautiful.
The grandfathers' beards no longer prickly.
“Zhao Di.”
Chen Zhiyuan was holding a glass of wine (actually plain water, as alcohol was prohibited at the base).
He approached with a ruddy complexion.
Do you know?
"We really scared those foreign devils today."
"They're probably crying at home right now."
Zhao Di blinked her eyes.
Swallow the meat in your mouth.
Why are you crying?
"Is it because there are no chicken legs to eat?"
"Then...should we share some with them?"
The little girl hates bad guys.
But I still feel soft-hearted.
Chen Zhiyuan laughed heartily.
"No distinction!"
"Not even a little bit!"
"We grew these ourselves with great effort!"
"Want some?"
"Let them plant it themselves!"
"Our Zhaodi's chicken leg."
"We're only giving it to our own people!"
Zhao Di nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
He hugged the chicken leg in his hand even tighter.
"Um!"
"No way!"
"My father fought for this for me!"
"I won't give it to anyone!"
Looking at my daughter's possessive little face when she eats.
Lin Jianguo was laughing so hard he couldn't straighten up.
He patted Zhao Di's head.
Looking out the window at the vast starry sky.
That satellite that just went up.
Perhaps it's flying right over their heads.
Lin Jianguo silently said to himself:
"Fly!"
"Fly higher."
"To look after this home for us."
"As long as you're here."
"As long as Zhao Di is here."
"Our family."
"Then no one will dare to bully us anymore!"
The system was in Zhao Di's mind.
Looking at the room filled with laughter and joy.
Looking at the host who was eating like a little kitten.
That always cold, impersonal data stream.
Surprisingly, a hint of warmth also arose.
【Heh.】
Is this what human emotion is?
That's interesting.
【but……】
[Host, don't think this is the end.]
This is just the beginning.
Now that things in the heavens are settled.
Next.
Shouldn't we go see the ocean?
I heard about that place.
There are ships bigger than houses.
【besides……】
[An even better seafood feast than this!]
Zhao Di's ears perked up instantly.
The chicken leg in my hand doesn't taste good anymore.
"A seafood feast?"
"What's that?"
"Is it even tastier than braised pork?"
She asked anxiously in her heart.
His eyes sparkled with the unique gleam of a foodie.
It seems so.
Our little darling.
A new journey is about to begin.
And this time...
Her goal is—
The stars and the sea!
(And there are giant lobsters!)
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