Chapter 12: China Limitless Ambition

Zhongnanhai, Beijing, China, Central Calendar Year 10640, Month 6, Day 1

The expansive office of Chairman Hu Wenbo was steeped in a blend of tradition and modernity, reflecting the dual nature of China's ambitions—an old power grappling with new-world challenges. Xu Feihong sat across from Hu's mahogany desk, his sharp eyes scanning the room's intricate details—a portrait of Mao Zedong hanging in a prominent place, surrounded by cutting-edge technology and displays. The atmosphere was one of quiet intensity, underscored by the weight of the mission that lay ahead.

Chairman Hu Wenbo's voice, though warm, carried an unmistakable edge. "Xu Feihong, you've shown exceptional skill in handling the situation with Paganda. Your efforts have not gone unnoticed. Our stance is firmly established, and the security of our people is assured."

"Thank you, Chairman Hu," Xu replied, his demeanor respectful yet composed. "It was a complex task, but serving our nation is an honor."

Hu Wenbo's gaze became more contemplative as he shifted the conversation. He rose from his seat and motioned for Xu to follow him towards the large map of Novus Orbis mounted on the wall. The map was a marvel in itself, with its intricate details and overlays of strategic importance.

Hu pointed to the map, his finger tracing a route across the sea to a unique island nation. "What do you know about this place?" he asked, his tone both curious and expectant.

Xu leaned closer, examining the map. "That's the Kingdom of Calamique. It's a mountainous island nation, with most of its 20 million population consisting of a lizardfolk race. They are a vassal state of the Federation of the Commune of Mu. I've heard that they are a significant exporter of high-quality iron ores."

The Kingdom of Calamique was indeed a unique geographic and strategic entity. Nestled approximately 20,000 kilometers northeast of China, it lay beyond the reaches of the Philades and Grameus supercontinents. Its most striking feature was its colossal ring island—a perfect circle with a diameter of 500 miles, encircled by towering mountain ranges reaching 5,500 meters in height. This ring island, with its vast interior sea, resembled a grand caldera, offering both a formidable natural barrier and a strategic advantage.

"Yes," Hu Wenbo confirmed, his tone shifting to one of serious deliberation, "this will be your next destination."

Xu's expression was one of mild surprise. "I assumed we had sufficient iron ore supplies from our domestic sources and agreements with the Nigrat Union."

Hu's gaze grew intense as he leaned in closer. "Calamique's iron ore is not the only thing of interest. A month ago, our PLA Intelligence Bureau discovered that Mu has been importing a substantial quantity of a fine powder or solid in various shades of yellow. This substance, known as Yellowcake."

Xu's eyes widened with realization. "Yellowcake! Are you suggesting that Mu is mining uranium?"

Hu nodded gravely. "Yes, and this revelation significantly alters the geopolitical landscape. We had previously assessed Mu's technological level to be relatively outdated, but this discovery suggests they may possess advanced nuclear capabilities."

Xu's mind raced as he considered the implications. "If Mu is developing nuclear weapons, it would indeed make them fiercely protective of Calamique."

"Exactly," Hu agreed. "A direct invasion of Calamique would likely lead to conflict with Mu, which is a risk we cannot afford. Therefore, your mission is to travel to Calamique under the pretext of negotiating iron ore imports. Your true objective is to establish a covert intelligence network there. We must gain insight into Mu's nuclear ambitions and find ways to undermine their power."

Xu weighed the gravity of the task. "This will be an extremely risky operation. The potential for exposure is high."

Hu's eyes were firm and resolute. "That's why I'm entrusting this mission to you. Your skills and experience are unparalleled, and I have full confidence in your ability to handle this delicate assignment."

Xu nodded, the burden of the mission settling heavily upon him. "I understand, Chairman. I will ensure that the operation is carried out with the utmost precision and secrecy."

Hu Wenbo's demeanor softened slightly, a hint of satisfaction in his gaze. "I knew you would rise to the challenge. Begin your preparations immediately. You are scheduled to depart for Calamique in three days."

Xu stood, acknowledging the Chairman's words with a respectful bow. As he exited the office, his mind was already turning over the complex logistics of his upcoming mission. Calamique's stark landscape and strategic importance presented a formidable challenge, but Xu was determined to succeed.

In the following days, Xu Feihong immersed himself in preparations. He reviewed intelligence reports, coordinated with various agencies, and arranged for secure communications. His briefing included details on the Kingdom of Calamique's political dynamics, the Federation of the Commune of Mu's military capabilities, and the potential risks associated with his mission.

He liaised with experts on uranium mining and established connections with potential local contacts who could assist in his covert operations. Xu also ensured that his cover story as a negotiator for iron ore imports was solid, preparing all necessary documentation and credentials.

As the day of his departure approached, Xu Feihong felt a mix of anticipation and resolve. The mission to Calamique was fraught with peril, but the stakes were high. The successful execution of this operation would not only undermine Mu's nuclear ambitions but also strengthen China's strategic position in the region.

When the day of departure arrived, Xu boarded the aircraft bound for Calamique with a sense of purpose. The journey ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but Xu was prepared to face whatever challenges lay in store. His mission was clear, and he was determined to succeed in establishing a foothold in the Kingdom of Calamique and uncovering the secrets that could reshape the balance of power in Novus Orbis.

Beijing, China, Central Calendar Year 10640, Month 6, Day 7

The grand halls of Zhongnanhai, Beijing's political heart, were eerily silent, save for the soft hum of air conditioning and the occasional footsteps echoing off the marble floors. The air was thick with anticipation as Zhang Kejian, Director of the China National Space Administration (CNSA), made his way to Chairman Hu Wenbo's office. Each step felt heavier as the gravity of the situation bore down on him.

Zhang was a figure of calm professionalism, his tailored suit crisp and his demeanor unruffled. But beneath his composed exterior, he felt the weight of the nation's expectations pressing upon him. He had been summoned to address a critical issue concerning China's space capabilities, and the urgency of the situation was unmistakable.

As he entered the office, the opulence and significance of the space were evident. The room was a blend of traditional Chinese design and cutting-edge technology. Expansive windows offered a view of the sprawling cityscape, while a large digital display showcased a detailed map of Novus Orbis, the enigmatic planet that had become the focus of China's strategic efforts.

Chairman Hu Wenbo, a man known for his unyielding resolve and commanding presence, stood beside the map, his gaze fixed on the swirling colors and contours of the unfamiliar world. His expression was one of steely determination, and Zhang could sense the tension in the room even before Hu spoke.

"Director Zhang," Hu began, his voice a measured blend of authority and frustration, "we need more intelligence on the Holy Milishial Empire. Our current satellite coverage is insufficient. I ordered you to launch more spy satellites. What is the status?"

Zhang, feeling the gravity of Hu's scrutiny, bowed slightly in acknowledgment before responding. "Mr. Chairman, I must report that our Long March rockets are currently incapable of reaching the orbits of Novus Orbis. The planet's larger size and mass present significant challenges."

Hu's eyes narrowed in frustration. "Explain."

Zhang took a deep breath, preparing to articulate the complexities of the situation. "Novus Orbis, while having the same surface gravity as Earth, is significantly larger. Its radius is approximately 2.5 times that of Earth, and its mass is 6.25 times greater. To achieve orbit around Novus Orbis at a distance of 3,274 kilometers from the surface, our rockets would need to reach an orbit radius of approximately 19,201.5 kilometers. This is considerably farther than Earth's equivalent orbit at 9,645 kilometers."

Hu's impatience was palpable. "And what does that mean in practical terms, Director?"

"It means," Zhang continued, "that the energy required to overcome Novus Orbis's gravitational pull and to maintain orbit is much higher than what our current rockets can provide. Our Long March rockets lack the necessary power to achieve and sustain these energy levels. Developing new, more powerful launch vehicles capable of reaching these orbits will take at least three more years."

Hu's face darkened, his frustration evident. "Three years? We don't have three years, Zhang! The Holy Milishial Empire has 360 Tiangong-space-station-sized satellites in orbit. How are they managing it while we are not?"

Zhang stepped forward, his tone measured but firm. "Mr. Chairman, the disparity is largely due to the difference in technology. The Milishial Empire employs advanced magical techniques to manipulate gravity, allowing them to achieve what is beyond our current technological capabilities. Our reliance on conventional propulsion systems and orbital mechanics limits us."

Hu slammed his fist on the table, causing the digital map to flicker momentarily. "I don't care about magic! We are the People's Republic of China! We have faced and overcome insurmountable challenges before. There must be a way!"

Zhang, feeling the pressure of the Chairman's demands, hesitated. "Mr. Chairman, we are pursuing several promising theoretical models for more powerful propulsion systems. However, these require time for development and rigorous testing. Rushing this process could lead to significant risks and failures."

Hu's glare was icy. "Failure is not an option, Zhang. You have the full resources of the state at your disposal. I want progress, and I want it now. Mobilize all our scientific and technological capabilities. Push the boundaries of what is possible. Do whatever it takes."

Zhang bowed deeply, his mind racing with the enormity of the task. "Yes, Mr. Chairman. We will intensify our efforts immediately."

As Zhang left the office, the weight of his assignment pressed heavily on him. The challenge was daunting, and the resources at his disposal were immense but finite. The future of China's strategic position in Novus Orbis depended on overcoming these hurdles, and the pressure from the top was relentless.

In the following days, Zhang Kejian orchestrated an accelerated effort within the CNSA. He convened emergency meetings with leading scientists, engineers, and researchers to address the unprecedented challenges. Teams were assigned to explore alternative propulsion technologies, including advanced theoretical models and experimental designs.

The CNSA's facilities, normally dedicated to more conventional space missions, were now a hive of activity. Researchers worked around the clock to develop new rocket designs capable of achieving the necessary energy levels. The theoretical models being explored included high-energy propulsion systems and breakthrough technologies that could potentially bridge the gap between current capabilities and the requirements for Novus Orbis.

Zhang also reached out to international partners and experts, seeking collaborative efforts that might expedite progress. He leveraged every available resource and explored unconventional approaches, driven by the urgency of the situation and the need to meet Chairman Hu's demands.

As the days turned into weeks, the pressure on Zhang and his team only intensified. The race against time was relentless, and the stakes were higher than ever. The CNSA's efforts were focused not just on technological advancements but also on overcoming the inherent limitations posed by Novus Orbis's unique characteristics.

The mission to establish a foothold in Novus Orbis, and specifically to address the threat posed by the Holy Milishial Empire, was now intertwined with the broader objectives of China's space and strategic ambitions. Zhang Kejian and his team were at the forefront of this critical endeavor, working tirelessly to overcome the technological barriers and meet the Chairman's expectations.

In the midst of this, Zhang remained resolute. The challenges were immense, but the stakes were even higher. As he continued to navigate the complexities of space technology and geopolitical strategy, he knew that the future of China's position in the new world depended on their ability to rise to this unprecedented challenge.

Wenchang Spacecraft Launch Site, Hainan Province

The Wenchang Spacecraft Launch Site was a hive of activity. Engineers, scientists, and technicians moved with purpose, their efforts synchronized like a well-oiled machine. The massive complex buzzed with the hum of machinery and the chatter of determined voices. Zhang Kejian, the head of the China National Space Administration, had returned to oversee the intensified efforts personally. He gathered his top team in a sleek, modern conference room that offered a panoramic view of the expansive launch complex.

"We have been given a direct order from Chairman Hu to expedite our efforts," Zhang began, his gaze sweeping over the faces of his senior team. "Our current launch capabilities are insufficient. We need solutions, and we need them quickly."

One of the senior engineers, Liu Ming, a veteran with decades of experience, leaned forward. "Director Zhang, we've been exploring advanced propulsion systems, including StarTram electromagnetic space launch systems and gas-core-reactor nuclear thermal propulsion. These technologies could potentially provide the necessary thrust to reach Novus Orbis' orbit, but they are still in the experimental stage."

Zhang nodded, his expression thoughtful. "What is the fastest we can get these systems operational?"

Liu hesitated, glancing at his colleagues before responding. "Under normal circumstances, we would need 10 years for development and testing. However, with sufficient resources and an accelerated timeline, we might be able to have a prototype ready for launch within five years."

"Five years is still too long," Zhang said, frustration evident in his voice. "We need to find ways to shorten that timeline. Can we leverage any existing technologies to bridge the gap?"

Dr. Wang Jun, the head of the propulsion research division, spoke up. "Director, we could explore the possibility of using an underground atomic cannon. One of the most powerful propulsion systems for boosting huge payloads into orbit is the Orion drive. The idea is to use a series of nuclear explosions to propel a spacecraft. Historically, this concept was hindered by the fallout, the EMP, and the Nuclear Test Ban Treaty. However, there's a theoretical approach that could circumvent these issues."

Zhang's interest was piqued. "Go on."

Dr. Wang activated a holographic display, showing a detailed schematic of the proposed system. "We set off one solitary ten-megaton nuclear device in a deep underground salt dome. Perched on top of this chamber is an Orion-type spacecraft. The explosion generates an immense amount of energy, propelling the spacecraft upwards. The key here is that all the EMP and radiation is contained within the underground cave, as has been done with historical underground nuclear tests."

The hologram zoomed in on the intricate details of the underground chamber. "The chamber would need to be meticulously reinforced to withstand the explosion and direct the energy upwards. The spacecraft itself would have to be designed to handle thousands of Gs of acceleration, meaning it would be strictly unmanned. Any human beings on board would be instantly converted into wall-gazpacho."

Zhang leaned back, his fingers steepled. "And the payload capacity?"

"Twenty-eight thousand tons, Director. Not pounds. Tons. This would allow us to launch massive payloads into low Novus Orbis orbit."

The room fell silent as the team absorbed the enormity of the proposal. Zhang broke the silence. "It's a risky option, but we don't have the luxury of time. Begin the necessary simulations and feasibility studies immediately. We must push forward on all fronts."

Dr. Wang nodded. "Understood, Director. We'll start by running simulations to determine the structural integrity of the underground chamber and the spacecraft. We also need to consider the environmental impact and the potential political fallout."

Zhang stood, signaling the end of the meeting. "Time is of the essence. I want daily updates on your progress. The success of this project is critical to our national interests."

As the team dispersed, Zhang stared out the window at the launch complex, his mind racing with the possibilities and risks. The Wenchang Spacecraft Launch Site had become the epicenter of a bold and dangerous endeavor, one that could propel China to the forefront of space exploration—or plunge it into unprecedented peril.

Beijing, China, Central Calendar Year 10640, Month 6, Day 30.

The grandeur of the Zhongnanhai compound was a study in contrasts, embodying both the rich history and the cutting-edge power of modern China. The opulent conference hall, with its ornate columns and lavish decor, was designed to impress and intimidate in equal measure. It was against this backdrop that Chairman Hu Wenbo prepared to address his assembled dignitaries and military leaders. The hall was lined with high-ranking officials, each seated with a palpable sense of anticipation and reverence for the proceedings.

Admiral Li Pengcheng, the center of attention, stood at attention near the front of the room. His uniform was impeccable, reflecting the discipline and precision for which he was known. The admiral's eyes, though stoic, carried the weight of recent triumphs and future responsibilities. The success of the South China Sea Fleet's campaign against Paganda had made him a celebrated figure, but the true gravity of his role was only beginning to unfold.

Chairman Hu Wenbo, resplendent in his official attire, strode to the center of the hall. His presence commanded respect, and as he began to speak, the room fell into a reverent silence. The Chairman's voice, rich and resonant, carried the authority of the state.

"Today, we honor a man whose strategic brilliance and unwavering resolve have ensured our nation's supremacy in this new world," Hu Wenbo announced. He gestured toward Admiral Li Pengcheng, who stood with a rigid posture, his gaze fixed ahead. "Admiral Li Pengcheng, please step forward."

Admiral Li walked with measured steps to the front of the room, his demeanor reflecting the gravity of the occasion. Hu Wenbo continued, his words echoing through the hall, "Admiral Li Pengcheng has not only safeguarded our sovereignty but has also demonstrated the indomitable spirit of the Chinese people in the face of adversity."

An aide approached with a small, ornate box, presenting it to Hu Wenbo. The Chairman opened the box to reveal The August 1 Medal, the highest military honor of the People's Republic of China. The medal's intricate design and gleaming surface were a testament to the valor it represented.

With a solemn expression, Hu Wenbo placed the medal around Admiral Li's neck. The room erupted into applause, the sound reverberating off the walls and filling the hall with an atmosphere of celebration. Admiral Li, though stoic, allowed a trace of pride to show as he saluted sharply in acknowledgment.

"Thank you, Chairman," Admiral Li said, his voice steady and clear. "This honor is not mine alone but belongs to all the brave men and women who served under my command."

As the applause subsided, Li Pengcheng's gaze briefly met that of Li Fanrong, the CEO of the China National Offshore Oil Corporation (CNOOC). The unspoken understanding between them hinted at a deeper agenda beyond the ceremony. Hu Wenbo's strategic plans extended far beyond mere military achievements.

After the ceremony, the high-ranking officials adjourned to a private meeting room, where the true business of the day awaited. The room was adorned with modern amenities and a large conference table, around which sat Hu Wenbo, Admiral Li Pengcheng, and Li Fanrong. A detailed map of Novus Orbis, the new world that had become the focal point of Chinese ambition, was spread out before them.

Hu Wenbo began the meeting, his tone both commanding and conspiratorial. "Admiral Li, your success in Paganda has set the stage for our next move. We have another target in sight."

Admiral Li Pengcheng leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "What is the next target, Chairman?"

"The Irnetia Kingdom," Li Fanrong interjected, his voice carrying an edge of significance.

Admiral Li's eyebrows furrowed as he processed the information. "May I ask why?"

Li Fanrong responded with a question of his own. "Do you know how much oil our nation consumes daily, Admiral?"

"About 15 million barrels a day?" Li Pengcheng ventured, familiar with the basic figures.

"Correct," Li Fanrong confirmed, nodding. "But do you know how much of that oil we import?"

"Maybe 7 million barrels?" the admiral guessed, his brow slightly furrowed.

"Twelve million barrels," Li Fanrong corrected with a touch of gravity. "We import 80 percent of our oil."

Understanding dawned on Admiral Li's face. "So we've discovered oil in the Irnetia Kingdom or something?"

"Bingo," Li Fanrong said, a note of triumph in his voice. "Our company discovered that just 120 kilometers offshore of the Irnetia Kingdom lies a massive oil field. Its reserves are estimated at around 370 billion barrels of oil and 53,600 billion cubic feet of natural gas. It's ten times larger than the Safaniya Field, the largest offshore oil field on Earth."

Li Pengcheng nodded thoughtfully. "I thought we imported most of our oil from the Federation of the Commune of Mu."

"And you think it's a good idea for us to rely on a superpower to supply us with our strategic energy needs?" Hu Wenbo interjected sharply. "History shows no superpower can rise without an independent source of energy. We are not going to live under the mercy of Mu."

The Chairman's words resonated deeply with the memory of China's previous energy crises. Hu Wenbo recalled a time when the nation was plunged into economic and social turmoil due to energy shortages. The blackouts, factory shutdowns, and widespread protests had left a lasting scar on the national consciousness. The Federation of the Commune of Mu had been a temporary savior, but the dependency had been a painful reminder of vulnerability.

"Another invasion after just annexing Paganda will raise political tensions in the region to a new level," Admiral Li cautioned, his voice steady but cautious. "The Irnetia Kingdom has a friendship treaty with Mu."

"Sooner or later, Mu and us will come into conflict," Hu Wenbo said, his tone matter-of-fact. "We are a rising power while they are the current superpower of this region. There has never been an example in history where the dominant power willingly relinquishes their position to a rising power."

Admiral Li understood the strategic implications. "I understand, Chairman. What are your orders?"

Hu Wenbo's expression hardened with determination. "We will proceed with utmost caution. First, we must ensure our narrative dominates. We need to portray any actions we take as defensive measures. Wang Yi will manage the international perceptions."

Wang Yi, Director of the Office of the Central Foreign Affairs Commission, who had been quietly observing the proceedings, stepped forward. "I am ready to serve, Chairman. We will ensure the world sees us as protectors of peace and stability in this new world."

Hu Wenbo's gaze softened slightly as he looked at Wang Yi. "Good. We will also need to fortify our alliances and prepare for any potential backlash. Admiral Li, begin preparations for our next phase. Ensure our forces are ready and our strategies sound."

"Understood, Chairman," Admiral Li responded, saluting once more before turning on his heel and marching out of the room.

As the doors closed behind him, Hu Wenbo turned back to the map of Novus Orbis. "This world is full of opportunities," he mused aloud. "But it is also fraught with dangers. We must be vigilant, strategic, and unwavering in our pursuit of national sovereignty and security."

Li Fanrong stepped closer, his expression contemplative. "The Irnetia Kingdom's resources will significantly bolster our energy security. But we must also prepare for Mu's reaction. They will not take our actions lightly."

"Let them come," Hu Wenbo said, a steely resolve in his voice. "We are prepared to face any challenge. This is our time to rise."

The stage was set for China's next grand move. The world watched as the country prepared to assert its dominance in Novus Orbis, driven by strategic imperatives and an unyielding quest for energy independence. As the dawn of a new era approached, the implications of these decisions would shape the geopolitical landscape for years to come.