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... of the earth. It can be seen that there is a difference in size between the two a lot.

Just looking at the current landmass of Mars, it is almost equivalent to all the continents of the current Earth, so on this small Mars, the time for the plane to fly over the Antarctic is still quite short.

The aerospace plane came to the sky above the South Pole of Mars, and did not land immediately. Instead, it hovered in the sky as they usually do, and first observed the situation below.

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