Although reason told him that this situation was impossible, after Ling Wencha learned that his son had been drafted into the Empire's newly formed air force, he couldn't help but associate some of the miserable battle scenes he had seen with Ling Kairui.

"He's in good health, but he's very busy at work. He is no longer studying at Jinyang University, but has joined the Imperial Air Force. The place was north of Blackwater, but the exact mailing address was a military codename. An Jiaqi said.

"Where's the faith?"

"In the bookcase."

The wife got up and went to the study, and after a few minutes she returned with a brown paper envelope in her hand.

Ling Wencha flipped through his son's letter under the white fluorescent lamp, and the mailing address on the ground on the cover was: Z31 District, Ahsan Base, Wuyuan Prefecture. After Ling Wencha saw the words Ahsan base, he knew that this mailing address was fake, and the Ahsan base was not in the desert of Wuyuan Prefecture at all, but in Chenghua Temple City.

The Imperial Military has several secret weapons research bases, including the Ahsan Air Force Base, the Malan Base in the Western Regions, and the Secret Weapons Test Base on Iwo Jima, near the Guam Naval Base in the Central Pacific, is the largest known to the Navy.

What did he say in the letter? I didn't get it too clear. An Jiaqi said.

"It's nothing, he's doing an important research work with the professors, and everything is fine." Ling Wencha gently placed the letter on the dining table, picked up the wine glass and took a big sip of red wine, calming down his shocked mood. Ling Carrey's mentor, Professor Qian Jiaqiang, was a heavyweight nuclear physicist he had met, and what he didn't expect was that his son was also involved in the empire's most important secret project.

As the liaison military attache of the Supreme Command, Ling Wencha knew some news about the "Mars Project". As far as he knew, within the empire, there would definitely not be more than ten people who knew the secrets of the entire "Mars program". Ling Wencha was able to understand some of the contents because the military had banned all nuclear physicists and atomic chemists from leaving the country since the Republic of 301, and he only knew some of them from some correspondence between the High Command and the Imperial Security Agency.

"He won't be in any danger, why wouldn't he write home for so long, it turned out that this was not the case." An Jiaqi said with some concern.

"It's fine, he's safe where he's located." Ling Wencha said, "It's just that because of confidentiality, it's not convenient to contact my family." He took Ling Carry's letter back to the study, lit a cigar, and read his son's letter carefully. What is certain is that Ling Kairui must have participated in the research work of that kind of "super bomb".

……

On the dim and silent railway station on the outskirts of Luda, several agents scattered seemingly casually on the platform, and the emperor got out of a "crown" sedan and stood firm.

He was not tall, wore a dark gray army trench coat, and wore a traditional barrel military hat on his head. As early as 291, the army, navy, and air force of the empire were all replaced with new large-brimmed hats, but the emperor still retained the traditional customs. The weather was gloomy and the light at dusk was not very good, so he and Marshal Pei Yunsong, who got off from the other two cars, and Marshal Wang Jiagan of the Air Force, were talking on the side, and boarded a carriage in the middle and rear of the special train together.

When the emperor got on the train, he seemed to see Major General Ling Wencha waiting in front of another carriage, so he turned his head sideways and said a few words to one of his attendants, and then got into his special car.

A tall man in a black suit ran over with a note in his hand and stood in front of Ling Wencha: "General, please get into this carriage of the emperor." ”

So Ling Wencha followed him and walked another carriage, and boarded the emperor's reception carriage through another door. The emperor almost never flew when he traveled, and almost always took a special train. Since he had sat in the Supreme Command several times, Ling Wencha was very familiar with the composition of the emperor's special train, which had only six carriages, one was the place where the emperor worked and received guests, the other was the carriage where the emperor and his senior attachés and staff rested, and there was also a dining car and a place for temporary receptionists to rest, and the remaining two were where the bodyguards of the emperor's guards stayed.

A waiter led Ling Wencha to the dining car, and the emperor seemed to be eating dinner.

The train began to glide slowly, neither vibrating nor making a sound.

"Sit down here, General Ling." The emperor sat on one side of a large dining table beckoning to him, Marshal Pei Yunsong, Minister of the Navy, and Marshal Wang Jiagan, Commander-in-Chief of the Air Force, sat on either side of the emperor, and at the table sat Senior General Li Ce, Minister of the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs, Mr. Shi Xianmin, Deputy Director of the Imperial Industrial Production Committee, and Lieutenant General Wei Yi, Minister of Air Force Armament, and the other person he did not know.

"What do you drink? Red wine or brandy? It's still brandy, and people who drink some liquor tend to tell the truth. The emperor said to Ling Wencha.

"Then a glass of brandy on the rocks, thank you." Ling Wencha said to the waiter standing behind him.

"Hello, General Ling, come and sit next to me." Li Ce sat on the brown back chair and greeted Ling Wencha flatly, the emperor's cronies had a lukewarm expression towards anyone.

"This is General Deng Xueshu, the head of the long-range rocket project of the Imperial Air Force." The Emperor introduced to him the man Ling Wencha didn't know and was wearing the uniform of a major general in the Air Force, "We need to mount the long-range rockets they have developed on warships or submarines, and you may need to work together often in the future." ”

"Nice to meet you!" Ling Wencha greeted the doctor in the uniform of the Air Force Major General, and then sat down next to Senior General Li Ce.

"This new thing can't be used on the Great Cannibals, although we originally developed them to deal with them and the Byzantines." The Emperor turned his head to the commander-in-chief of the Air Force, "We cannot afford to lose this war, so our best weapons will be used on the East Franks." I had always told the admirals of the Navy that the Franks would be our greatest enemies in the future, but they could not believe that the General Staff of the Navy had spent fifteen years studying how to defeat the Spaniards in the Atlantic. Now that the time came, it turned out that they had never studied any battle plans related to the Franks. ”

"Your Majesty, I'm not a navy!" Marshal Wang Jiagan said that it was clear that he was not willing to express any opinion on this issue in private. The operational plan drawn up by the navy will eventually be submitted to the Supreme High Command for approval, and the joint operations meeting of the three services is where he should raise questions or questions.