It's reasonable for me to have a two-way foil for a second-level civilization, right?

"Forget it, just treat me as a migration."

"I came to you mainly because of your grandson."

The old man's expression instantly became serious.

"Xiaofeng?"

"What's up with him?!"

The man in uniform was stunned: "You don't know?"

Hearing that it was about his grandson, the old man suddenly became emotional.

He patted the table in front of him impatiently: "What do I know? What happened to Xiaofeng?!"

The man in uniform nodded thoughtfully.

After ten minutes.

"Bastard!" Panting heavily, the old man patted the table in front of him hard, "You little bastard, you dare to mess around with such a big matter!"

"I'm an old thing with most of my body buried in the ground, what can I do with me?"

As he spoke, he reached out and opened the holographic projection on the side, found Ren Feng's contact information with trembling hands, and pressed it without hesitation.

……

three days later.

Watching Ren Feng set foot on the maglev train to City No. [-], Ren's father and mother sighed deeply.

The man in uniform said to the two apologetically, "Sorry, Ren Feng..."

Father Ren shook his head slowly, looked down at the youngest son and daughter beside him, and asked softly, "This may be the best result."

After a moment of silence, he looked at the man in uniform again.

There was a glimmer of hope in the gloomy eyes: "Will you guys continue to persuade Ren Feng?"

The man in uniform hesitated for a moment, then finally shook his head.

Father Ren's eyes dimmed completely.

"Feel sorry."

The man in uniform apologized again.

"According to the instructions of the Academy of Sciences, the migration plan will be officially launched soon."

"This is the last mobilization."

Ren's father and mother did not speak, but silently looked up at the maglev train in the distance.

Scenes like this continue to happen throughout the Proxima b city agglomeration.

Under the last mobilization order, some of the new generation chose to join the migration plan.

Of course, more people still maintain their original choices.

……

"Ugh……"

Lu Yongchang sighed deeply as he looked at the final statistical results presented in the holographic projection.

"Are there still 8000 million new generations who choose to stay here?"

"Unfortunately, after this separation, we are two civilizations."

As he said that, Lu Yongchang's eyes showed a bit of regret.

"Zero, tell me, how long can they last after we leave?" He muttered to himself.

After a short wait, Zero gave his answer.

1000 years.

"Only 1000 years..."

Lu Yongchang lowered his eyes and sighed softly.

"Yes, this is still in an ideal state." Zero quickly gave a series of simulation data.

Lu Yongchang glanced at the holographic projection in front of him.

The calculation process is very rigorous.

Also ideal.

After pondering for a while, Lu Yongchang shook his head helplessly, and said in a deep voice:

"Zero, start the migration plan!"

"Starting tomorrow, all personnel will enter hibernation in batches in order."

Chapter 320 Human Fleet, Set Sail

Two years later.

Beyond Proxima b, 3000 starships are ready to go.

And the detection satellites surrounding it have already taken the lead in flying into the distance.

In the dim universe, densely packed faint blue spots of light suddenly flickered.

【Earth】command center.

In the huge holographic projection directly ahead, an ever-expanding detection network is taking shape.

Lu Yongchang stood on a high platform behind the command center with a serious expression, carefully checking each item of data in the holographic projection.

[The home ship is all ready, and all personnel have entered hibernation]

【Engineering ship is ready】

[The gluttonous material reserve ship is ready]

【…】

【Deployment of Ring Fleet Detection Network Completed】

[There is no abnormal situation within 1AU, and you can set sail at any time]

Green lights lit up in the holographic projection.

Lu Yongchang took a deep breath, turned his head and glanced at the "dirty" ice puck outside the porthole, and gave the last order.

"Human fleet, set sail!"

"Target: Ross 154 star system!"

After the words fell, Zero's voice sounded immediately.

"Order confirmed."

"The route has been planned."

"The fleet will enter [Advance 15] state in [-] minutes. All stranded personnel are requested to enter the deep-sea cabin immediately."

Lu Yongchang pressed the switch of the electromagnetic adsorption device on the side and stood up from the chair.

"Professor, see you in 60 years."

Beside him, Zhao Zijie's voice came.

Lu Yongchang froze for a moment, then nodded with a smile.

"See you in 60 years."

As he spoke, he walked towards the deep-sea cabin at the rear of the command center.

After a series of familiar procedures, Lu Yongchang slowly closed his eyes.

Before closing his eyes, his eyes stayed at the end of the star map.

Ross 154, I hope it can provide a safe haven for human beings.

A faint thought flashed in my heart.

The next moment, his consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.

……

After a few minutes.

When it is detected that everyone has entered hibernation, the lights in the starship are turned off one by one.

At the same time, the Hall thrusters at the tail of each starship gradually brightened.

Proxima b.

A remote corner of City No. [-].

Ren Feng stared blankly at the holographic projection in front of him.

On the projection, it is the real-time picture sent back by the satellite.

It is as if 3000 little suns have risen in the deep and dark universe!

At this moment, even the brilliance of Proxima Centauri seemed extremely dim!

"Xiaofeng..." An elderly voice came from the side, "Has the human fleet set off already?"

Ren Feng turned to look at his grandfather.

The old man squinted his eyes and reached out to fumble on the side coffee table.

Ren Feng laughed lightly, stood up and brought reading glasses for the old man, and said softly, "Yes, the fleet has already set off."

"You too, I told you a long time ago that presbyopia can be cured with a small operation in the medical cabin, but you just don't believe it!"

The old man reached out to take the glasses with a smile, put them on the bridge of his nose, and then waved his hands.

"Hey! How do you talk?"

"I feel uncomfortable when I think about letting some robot into my body!"

"Anyway, I think my eyes are pretty good." The old man muttered softly.

Ren Feng shook his head with a wry smile, and no longer explained the difference between nano-robots and ordinary robots.

"Xiaofeng."

The old man was silent for a while and then said: "Stay in this star system that is about to die, just to accompany me, a bad old man who has half of his body buried in the ground."

"Life in the future will not be as comfortable as before."

"Do you regret it?"

Ren Feng suffocated slightly.

Afterwards, he smiled relievedly: "Maybe I regretted it at first, but now...see it."

"It's not bad to spend your life in a flat way like this."

"What's more, isn't there still 8000 million new generations who also choose to stay in the Proxima Galaxy?"

"Moreover."

"Before leaving, Professor Lu left a weak artificial intelligence here, plus we can always ask for help from zero or other people through long-distance communication, and there are various types of robots, the quality of life will not be too bad of."

Seeing Ren Feng's confident appearance, the old man stopped talking, but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

Really, is there such a comfortable thing?

From the earth to Proxima b, he has experienced too many things in his life.

From the rise of the Xia Kingdom, the establishment of the People's Federation, to the escape from the earth...

Almost everything he experienced firsthand.

This is also the case, the old man is very clear in his heart that the development of human civilization will never go smoothly.

In the face of crisis, does the human fleet still have the energy to take care of this sub-civilization without any development potential?

Thinking of this, the old man sighed again, and glanced at the grandson beside him with extremely complicated eyes.

He had already told his grandson about all this, but... persuasion was useless.