Then a point at the center of the image was continuously magnified, enlarged. In less than two seconds, the image of the ground landing site appeared on the main screen.
The optical satellite was highly precise; Yue Yuan could even see personnel running across the ground on the main screen.
At that moment, Zhao Youqin turned his chair to face Yue Yuan. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Chief, there is a way to send information to the ground personnel. I just don't know whether they'll notice it."
"Stop beating around the bush. If you have an idea, spit it out!" Yue Yuan's eyes lit up, and he sprang to his feet.
"Chief, the rescue team made up of two transport ships is ready, and all rescue personnel are standing by. Shall we launch the transport ships from Hope now?" Before Zhao Youqin could answer, the doors to the Command Center were pushed open, followed by Long Xiaolin's slightly breathless voice.
Long Xiaolin had said transport ships rather than transport boats. They were even larger than transport boats, tools for large-scale human landings, now being used for rescue.
Because emergency plans had long been established, humanity reacted quickly.
Under the principle that human life came first, the rescue team should have begun its mission as soon as preparations were complete. However, the current situation differed far too greatly from the emergency plans, and the circumstances were still unclear.
On one side were twenty-eight soldiers, along with more than two hundred technical personnel and senior engineers on the ground. On the other was complete ignorance of what had happened.
This was precisely when a leader's ability to make decisions on the fly was tested.
Rescue was certainly the right choice, but after a moment of consideration, Yue Yuan ordered, "Stand