In the humid tropical rainforest, hundreds of propellers buzzed at the same time on the flat field within a radius of several kilometers, and the strong wind from the high-horsepower engine of Beiyang Heavy Industry ruthlessly swept the surrounding dust and insects.

On the side of the runway, under the grass hut that was blown by the strong wind that carried the exhaust fumes of the engines, a lieutenant general in his mid-forty-five or sixteen years old with blue wings on the brim of his hat was respectfully explaining what to a young lieutenant who was no more than twenty-four or five years old, wearing a black and gold Praetorian Guard uniform with gold trim on a black background and a purple and gold ribbon on his shoulders.

“…… Fifty-four light bombers from six squadrons of the 7th and 8th reconnaissance bombing wings here will concentrate on targets around Chittagong under the cover of seventy-two fighters from six squadrons adjacent to the base; Over there, the four squadrons of the 52nd Heavy Bombardment Wing, with thirty-six heavy bombers, will attack targets near Kolkata in batches with four other heavy bomber squadrons from other bases......"

The young officer listened to this, suddenly took off his military hat, tugged it around his waist, and nodded his head to thank the middle-aged general: "Understood, thank you very much, I'm really sorry to delay Commander You for so much time." ”

The commander of You, Lieutenant General You Zhuan, commander of the Third Air Group of the Chinese Army Air Corps, became more and more respectful: "To serve His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is to serve the emperor, His Royal Highness does not have to be polite, just ask questions." ”

This dignified-looking and elegantly behaved young man is the legal heir to the throne of the current empire, the eldest son of Emperor Kaihongwu, the ancestor of the emperor, Liu Ping.

More than two months ago, just when Liu Ping was indignant that he had nothing to do during the Great War that would determine the fortunes of the country, an imperial edict signed by the Empress suddenly came, appointing him as the liaison officer of the Indian Front in the base camp and conferring the rank of lieutenant in the Guards.

After learning of this news, Concubine Zhu Xin asked to return to China alone on the grounds that she "couldn't stand the hot weather in Nanyang". Liu Ping did not keep her, in fact, since the third month after marriage, the two have inexplicably fallen into a state of "cold war". Liu Ping, who was bored with this, wished that he could be "free" for a while.

In the past two months, Liu Ping has traveled to various places in Nanyang, meeting with military and political officials, inspecting the garrison, and observing the people's feelings. It was not until a week ago that he returned to Singapore, where the headquarters of the Indian Front is located, and was immediately "invited" by the commander of the Front, General Deng Jian, to patrol the front line in Burma, and just arrived yesterday at this newly built air base near the India-Burma border.

As soon as he arrived here, just in time for the headquarters of the Third Air Group stationed here to launch a large-scale raid on British and Indian targets, Liu Ping, in his capacity as a "special envoy for the parade," was invited by the commander of the group, You Zhuan, to attend the sortie ceremony together.

Together with the officers and soldiers in the attack, they drank Nanyang rice wine in a celadon cup. Liu Ping didn't say much, just silently watched everyone board the plane, start the engine, and drive those magical, huge iron birds onto the runway one by one.

Flight caps, goggles, silk scarves, and an engine that smells like oil. Black-and-white instrument panels, canvas or wood skins, interlaced wires and pillars between the wings...... Everything in front of him was once an ideal that Liu Ping stubbornly adhered to.

If...... There is no what if, Liu Ping feels that his fate has been irrevocably doomed as early as when he was born, and he has a simple dream of flying in the air. Before the imperial succession of the empire was largely boring, it was almost ridiculously boring.

Liu Ping still remembers that the imperial sister, that is, Her Majesty the Empress, originally instructed him like this: "If something happens to the crown prince because of his hobby of flying." It will cause a lot of trouble to everyone, and I and the Queen Mother will be heartbroken terribly, so please respect yourself. ”

stripped of the wings of his ideals, Liu Ping could only stay quietly on the ground, with a mixture of envy and loss, watching the people carrying his dreams rise into the air in the wind. Towards the boundless blue sky and sea of clouds. Soaring away seemingly freely......

"After that, the army and navy are going to move. Your Highness, you are witnessing the opening ceremony of the largest offensive campaign in the history of the Empire's wars. ”

Liu Ping, who was in a daze, heard You Zhuan say this, his face added a little more light, and he nodded: "Yes, it should be said that it is a battle that determines the fortunes of the country, and we must win, right?" ”

"We're going to win – no matter how much it takes." Swim slowly and cut through the railway.

While speaking, an officer walked quickly to You Huan's side, whispered a few words in his ear, You Xuan nodded, and immediately turned to Liu Ping: "Your Highness, there is a special phone call to the headquarters to find you, it seems to be from the palace - please go with this Huang adjutant." ”

Liu Ping was reluctant, looked up at the vast pomp and circumstance of hundreds of fighters attacking in formation in the sky, sighed helplessly, turned around and thanked You Shu again, and followed the officer to the depths of the jungle on the side of the airport.

In front of the huge Indian theater combat map covering the entire wall in the Xinhua Palace of the Beijing Division, the first conference room of the base camp in Beijing, Lieutenant General Su Sanling, chief of operations of the General Staff, was holding a long whip and was reporting the battle situation to the members of the enlarged meeting of Her Majesty the Empress in the mainland base camp:

"The Third Air Group and Ma Hengming's Fifth Air Group plan to dispatch more than 500 sorties starting this morning to launch continuous assault ...... targets in Chittagong, Imphal, Dhaka, Kolkata, and other places."

"On the northern flank front, Song Xing's 21st Army, with three light infantry divisions attached to the Indian National Liberation Army, with about 60,000 troops, is crossing the Chindun River in three routes, planning to cross the Arakan Mountains at an altitude of more than 2,000 meters, and outflank and encircle the enemy's supply center on the northern front - Imphal. In addition, the 158th Infantry Division was formed as the backbone of the Yarlung Zangbo Detachment, with about 20,000 troops, crossing the Patkai Mountains from the upper reaches of the Chindun River, planning to raid Dingsugya and other places located in the Tibet-India, Burma-India triangle, and seize the railway facilities built on both sides of the Brahmaputra River (called the Brahmaputra River by the British and Indian sides after being transferred from Tibet in China to India). ”

"On the southern flank front, the 31st Group Army at Liuhai Bridge, with 4 light infantry divisions and a division of the Indian National Liberation Army, about 80,000 troops, is crossing the Galadan River in batches, and plans to besiege the enemy's supply center on the southern front - Chittagong ...... in three ways."

Speaking of this, Su Sanling put down the whip in his hand and turned to Admiral Yan Fu, Chief of Staff of the Navy, on the other side of the conference table: "Next, please ask Chief of Staff Yan to report on the situation of the Navy's implementation I combat site." "Climb ^ book ^ net, this chapter is first published by "".