But even looking down from such a great height, they could barely see the edges of the spaceship. Judging by simple visual estimation, this spaceship was at least ten thousand meters long, possibly tens of thousands, making it many, many times larger than those aircraft carriers and the like—one could practically call it a spaceship the size of a small city.

As for the height of the spaceship, it was at least over a hundred or two hundred meters, because even looking straight ahead, the highest part of the spaceship actually rose above their line of sight, meaning it was at least taller than the platform they were standing on.

Such a gigantic spaceship—who knows how it was built? With humanity’s current level of technology, could we even construct something like this? And how could such a massive spaceship possibly fly out of the atmosphere? How much thrust would it take to accelerate it? What kind of speed would be needed to break free from Earth’s gravity? It was simply unimaginable.

Although not a scientist, Brian Carter, like most of the people present, was filled with all sorts of questions in his heart. At the very least, they still had some basic common sense, right? For example, to get an object out of Earth’s gravitational field, the key is speed! That is, the so-called first, second, and third cosmic velocities and so on. But this spaceship before their eyes... with a volume as huge as a city, what kind of force could possibly propel it to such speeds? Impossible! Humanity would need hundreds more years of technological advancement to achieve that!

But regardless, they had now entered the true interior of the base and found what they were really searching for. Each person was gasping for breath, afraid that everything before their eyes was just an illusion. It wasn’t until several dozen seconds later that Brian Carter finally took a deep breath and said, “Black Iron, bring Little Henry and Little Blake. How is Little Henry’s injury?”

Black Iron immediately walked over to Henry Clark, carefully picked him up, while Pretty Boy Blake, who was missing half an ear, waved his hand and said, “It’s troublesome. Several pieces of shrapnel are embedded too deep, so I don’t dare to operate right away. Blood is the key. The few bags of blood I have were just picked up at a hospital when we passed through a small town—there’s no more. Also, we don’t have equipment or medicine, which is a big problem.”

Brian Carter fell silent for a moment. He looked at the unconscious Henry Clark, then turned to ask Pretty Boy Blake, “How many days can he hold on? In his current condition…”

Pretty Boy Blake also fell silent. After thinking for a moment, he said, “If we give him saline and keep things sanitary, he can last about five days. Any longer and it won’t work…”

“Then within three days…” Brian Carter said with a deep gaze, “Within three days, I will definitely find a suitable hospital. You’ll operate on him.”

After speaking, Brian Carter was the first to walk toward the steps in front of the platform, and the rest of the team silently followed close behind. Only Michael Brooks was still sitting there in a daze, trembling all over, as if he hadn’t recovered from the earlier excitement. It wasn’t until Black Iron walked past him, grinned, and gave him a slap on the shoulder, saying, “Come on, kid, you did better than we expected… Thanks.”

Michael Brooks was knocked straight to the ground by the slap. He sat there for a while before coming to his senses, then hurried to catch up with Black Iron, saying, “No need to thank me, I was just saving myself too… Are you okay with leaving your comrade’s body there?”

Black Iron was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, “This is a battlefield, you know? This is a fight for survival—a war… They died with honor. That place is their burial ground. We don’t insist on cremation or burial in the earth. Wherever they fall, that’s where their heroic spirits rest. They’d be happy with that.”

Michael Brooks made a couple of noises as if he half-understood, but still followed closely beside Black Iron.

At the very front, Brian Carter was the first to step onto the plaza ground. He bent down and felt the ground a few times, then stood up and looked up at the sky—or more accurately, the ceiling of this underground cavern. After a long while, he walked toward the nearest jeep.

Inside this underground base, aside from that unbelievably massive spaceship, there were also many vehicles parked below the platform. Around the area beneath the platform, there were many base residential quarters—those militarized residential areas, all identical in style, filled with bright lights and hard, white corridors, lined up in rows, at least several hundred units. It was clear that troops had once been stationed here.

But at this moment, there wasn’t a single person in the underground base—only this group of fifteen was moving about the plaza.

As Brian Carter jumped onto the jeep and waited for the others to pick their vehicles and get in, George Miller had already taken the front passenger seat. He patted the jeep and said, “Well? What did you find?”

Brian Carter held out his palm. When he had touched the ground earlier, his palm had picked up a thick layer of black ash.

“No one’s been here for at least a month and a half, but the power is still on, so this place is probably a permanent base. There should be a nuclear reactor inside. Also, if this spaceship is real and intact, the only possible way it could fly is with anti-gravity.” Brian Carter looked up at the cavern ceiling as he spoke.