Chapter 42: Artificial Stars, Surveillance of the Earth, and Meteorological Hegemony

The Ming Dynasty timeline.

Before Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang strode back and forth outside the hall, wild, burgeoning light flickering in his eyes.

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"Those pedantic scholars, day after day chanting about the interaction between Heaven and man in our ears."

"As soon as thunder strikes, they say we've killed too many and angered the heavens—nonsense!"

Zhu Yuanzhang pointed at the Sky Screen and cursed loudly.

He tore open the collar of his dragon robe, revealing the heat on his chest.

"That radar map is ironclad proof; wind, rain, thunder, and lightning—they simply choose to circle in the sky on their own."

"It has absolutely nothing to do with whether the Emperor has executed corrupt officials or not!"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the Jinyiwei guards attending him.

"Go tell those book-compilers in the Hanlin Academy to delete all that nonsense about divining fortune and consulting ghosts from the calendar."

"Write more about the four seasons and agricultural timing, record more about the patterns of wind and rain!"

Inside the kitchen.

Lin Xuan pressed the switch on the electric kettle.

The blue heating light turned on, and fine bubbles began to rise from the bottom of the water.

He took a glass tea pitcher and two white porcelain tasting cups from the hanging cabinet, pinched a small pinch of black tea leaves into the strainer.

The water boiled; boiling water was poured into the glass tea pitcher.

The red, bright tea liquor filtered out, emitting a faint aroma of fruit and wood.

Lin Xuan carried the tray and walked out of the kitchen.

He arrived at the study door.

Xiao Sizi was sitting upright at the desk.

Holding a pencil in her hand, she was carefully tracing Arabic Numerals on a sheet of white paper.

After finishing a line, she looked up at the window and murmured softly.

"It's raining so heavily."

"Have a sip of tea to moisten your throat before writing."

Lin Xuan placed the tray in the empty space on the desk and poured a small cup of tea, pushing it toward her.

Xiao Sizi put down the pencil.

She held the teacup with both hands, blew away the steam, and took a small sip.

The tea entered her throat, warming her stomach and generating fluids.

"Lin Xuan," Xiao Sizi spoke, her tone carrying an air of inquiry.

"What?" Lin Xuan leaned against the bookshelf.

She pointed to the Mobile Phone left on the living room coffee table: "The glowing little box of yours does not contain immortals."

"How exactly does it see clouds hundreds of li away?"

Xiao Sizi had already pondered this in her mind.

If scouts were sent on horseback to investigate, by the time the horses ran back to report, the rain would have long since stopped.

"Scouts cannot outrun the wind."

Xiao Sizi added a sentence, expressing her confusion.

Lin Xuan smiled, walked to the other side of the desk, and took out the Globe.

With one hand, he spun the Globe rapidly.

"There are no immortals inside the box; the immortals have been hung by us in the sky." Lin Xuan curled his index finger and drew a circle in the air above the rapidly spinning Globe.

"In the sky?"

Xiao Sizi's gaze followed his finger.

Then she tilted her head back, looking at the white ceiling of the study, as if trying to see through the floor and pierce the thick rain clouds above.

"Lin Xuan, since ancient times it has been said that the Jade Emperor and the assembly of immortals dwell in the sky."

"You hung the immortals from the glowing box into the sky; did they perhaps build Guanghan Palace in the clouds?"

Lin Xuan stopped his hand.

The rapidly spinning Globe slowly slowed down.

"I have said many times: there are no true immortals in this world."

"What we hung in the sky is a collection of machines made of metal and silicone."

"The scientific name is Meteorological Satellite."

Xiao Sizi put down her teacup, her large eyes revealing inquiry.

"Iron lumps? Iron and stone are heavy; they sink in water and fall when thrown into the air."

She raised an objection: "How do you make a pile of metal hang in mid-air without falling? Did it grow wings?"

Lin Xuan reached out and took a long lanyard from the pen holder on the desk, with a string of keys tied to the end.

He gripped one end of the lanyard, exerted force with his wrist, and swung it in circles in the air.

Under the effect of centrifugal force, the keychain spun in mid-air, making a whooshing wind sound.

"Do you understand?"

"It hasn't grown wings; as long as it runs fast enough, it cannot fall."

"It will keep circling this Earth."

Xiao Sizi stared at the keychain, her mind rapidly digesting this unheard-of physical logic, and swallowed hard.

"Throw it up with strange strength and make it fly endlessly?"

"How many of these iron lumps hang in the sky?"

Lin Xuan stopped his hand.

The keychain fell back into his palm.

"Probably... a few thousand."

"A few thousand metal stars made by modern people."

"They fly day and night around this sphere in space, hundreds of kilometers away."

Speaking, Lin Xuan tapped the Tablet Computer and pulled up a cloud map of Earth taken by a Meteorological Satellite.

"These metal stars are equipped with extremely powerful lenses."

"They hang high in the sky, looking down upon the entire land."

"How much water vapor rises from the surface, and where the wind blows the clouds."

"They capture images in the sky, turn them into data, and instantly transmit them back to iron boxes on the ground."

Lin Xuan pointed at the rotating cyclones on the screen.

"The Supercomputer on the ground has immense computing power."

"It swallows this data, crunches and calculates."

"When the rain will fall, how hard it will pour, and which street it will hit. All clear, all plain."

Great Qin.

Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng stood on a high platform.

A bone-chilling coldness climbed up his spine.

"Artificial stars... hanging above Jiutian, looking down upon the land..."

He is the Eternal Emperor.

Conquering the six states relied on the bloody advance of a million Qin Army soldiers on the ground. When the great army marched, it relied on mountains and rivers for cover, and on night for concealment.

Scouts scouted the path ahead, while cavalry roamed the flanks.

War is fought over who discovers whom first.

"Wang Jian!"

The old general Wang Jian stepped forward quickly and knelt on one knee.

"Your subject is here."

"Did you hear the killing intent in that young man's words?"

"They can make thousands of metal stars and hang them in the sky to photograph clouds."

"What if these stars photograph not clouds, but people?"

Wang Jian's body shook violently, and he suddenly raised his head.

This peerless famous general who conquered Chu and annihilated Zhao now looked as pale as earth.

"Your Majesty..." Wang Jian's Adam's apple rolled, "If there are eyes in the sky, the land will have no more cover."

"Six hundred thousand troops march out; where the camps are pitched, where the grain is stored."

"Seen from the sky, it is as clear as watching patterns on one's palm!"

Ying Zheng gritted his teeth: "Nowhere to hide; before such a divine object, a great army is naked!"

"All surprise attacks and ambushes will become a laughingstock."

"People of the future have made the sky into eyes; such authority to monitor the world is too terrifying."

Great Han timeline.

Weiyang Palace.

In the center of the hall lay a huge sheepskin map covered with winding lines.

It was a topographical map of the Northern Desert where the Han Army fought the Xiongnu.

Liu Che stepped boldly onto the map, his boots stepping on the spot marked "Langjuxu Mountain".

"Great General!" Liu Che roared.

Wei Qing and Huo Qubing stepped out of the ranks simultaneously.

Both men's eyes flashed with extremely shocking sharp light.

Liu Che pointed at the vast blank areas on the map. "On what basis do the Xiongnu act arrogantly?"

"Relying on the lonely smoke of the vast desert, relying on the boundless grasslands."

They ride fast horses and dive into the grass nests.

"When our Great Han's hundred thousand iron cavalry scatter out, we can't even touch a ghost's shadow!"

Liu Che looked up, gazing at the satellite cloud map in the Sky Screen.

"If Great Han had these thousands of artificial stars!"

"Where the Xiongnu's royal court migrates, where their cattle and sheep graze, I will have them all watched to death!"

Huo Qubing drew his sword, his battle intent soaring to the heavens.

"What Your Majesty says is absolutely right."

"With this eye from beyond the sky, I, leading eight hundred light cavalry, can strike directly at the Chanyu's great tent."

"No guides needed, no scouts required."

"Lock onto the bearing, charge straight through, and ensure their entire clan is wiped from existence!"

Information Hegemony.

This core term of modern warfare took concrete form in the minds of two ancient god-generals.

Whoever commands air superiority and information dominance can pin the enemy to the chopping block for one-sided slaughter.

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