The convoy quickly entered and stopped on the apron next to the hangar.
After visiting Venezuela and checking the progress of the school's construction, Song Heping rembered sothing very important—he had always been concerned about quickly finishing the runway but had forgotten one thing—the ammunition depot.
That's right.
The Special Soldier School didn't have an ammunition depot.
Currently, the ammunition depot consisted of two shipping containers temporarily dragged over to the area where the construction workers' barracks were located, housing the firearms and ammunition. Then, a tal door was slamd shut and used as the ammunition depot.
The reason was there weren't any students yet, and the school hadn't even formally been established, so it wasn't officially operational.
Thus, the ammunition depot hadn't been a priority.
At that mont, Song Heping suddenly realized how important a good ammunition depot was.
He rembered back in unit 203, their ammunition depot was quite remarkable.
There were two ammunition depots in unit 203. One was on the surface, nestled in dense woods and served as a regular depot with firearms and ammunition used by guards.
The other depot was underground. From the surface, it appeared as a small bungalow. As one entered and followed the sloping tunnel downwards, reaching about ten ters below the surface, there was an indoor shooting range, and next to the range, there was an armory where the armorer, Mr. Sun, lived.
One level below the shooting range was the ammunition depot, where all the high-quality ordnance was stored.
However, there was no ti left for Song Heping to build an underground ammunition depot now, and even establishing a surface depot was out of reach. To ensure the tily completion of the runway and hangar, so sacrifices had to be made, temporarily storing missiles and thermo-baric bombs inside the hangar.
Storing them in the shipping containers in the barracks area was absolutely impossible.
These missiles and bombs, and especially the massive ODAB-1500 thermo-baric bombs, could send shivers down one's spine just by looking at them.
If they were placed in the barracks area...
Heh.
Although they surely wouldn't explode without fuses, it was still better not to think about it.
Having a few of these behemoths in the barracks area would an not even he, let alone the construction workers, who would probably be restless and sleepless.
"Be careful!"
Song Heping reminded the unloading team, urging them to be cautious.
Ramas had done a truly splendid job this ti.
Anyone who could beco a general was exceptionally astute.
Their work was absolutely reliable.
Not only did they handle all the procedures adeptly, using special channels for customs clearance, but the entire journey from the dock here was managed by military personnel from the logistics departnt.
These individuals were all drawn from the Air Force logistics, familiar with the mounting and dismounting of ammunition, and were truly professional.
As they unloaded, Song Heping felt reassured.
A crane that ca with the convoy grunted as it moved next to the container convoy, setting up its stance and extending its outrigger.
The first container was opened, revealing the ODAB thermo-baric bombs inside.
By then, the instructors from ho had already gathered around the runway, drawn by the spectacle.
When they saw the sleek, hefty thermo-baric bombs revealed inside the opened container, even though they were retired military officers and NCOs, they couldn't help but gasp in amazent.
"Holy shit! Have you ever seen such huge aerial bombs?"
"Damn Russian stuff, always so crude and massive!"
"This thing, must weigh two tons?"
"It looks about that."
"This doesn't seem like an aerial bomb…" said one instructor, who had a slight understanding of Russian, "it seems to be a thermo-baric bomb."
"Damn…"
Everyone instinctively took a few steps back.
Song Heping glanced at them and scoffed, "If you want to run, run far."
He pointed to a distant hillside.
"Hiding behind there might just save your life."
He wasn't joking.
The ODAB-1500 was indeed a heavyweight contender; its actual explosive power was equivalent to 7 tons of TNT, with a kill radius of over 20,000 square ters—equivalent to 4 football fields!
What did that an? It ant that even if you were hundreds of ters away from the center of the explosion, you couldn't escape its deadly grasp.
This oversized tal cigar-looking thing might seem dumb, but once it explodes, it's incredibly "spicy."
Its core temperature reaches up to 5000 degrees...
What concept is this?
You know, the surface temperature of the sun is only about 5500 degrees, and the high temperature produced by the explosion of this bomb is almost comparable to that of the sun's surface!
What's even more terrifying is that in addition to the high temperature, it can generate pressure of several hundred atmospheres.
What concept is that?
It's equivalent to the pressure you'd be under in deep sea several kiloters underwater, enough to instantly crush any creature's bones.
The horror of the Thermo-baric Bomb is that even if the enemy hides in bunkers, shelters, or caves, they are like tofu dregs in front of it, unable to withstand a single blow.
High temperatures, high pressures, shock waves, vacuum effects, all these factors combined are enough to instantly evaporate every living thing within the explosion range, not even leaving any residues.
"Damn!"
Song Heping, looking at these several "large cigars" that were 3.7 ters long and 0.5 ters in diater, couldn't help but laugh and swear.
"The chef is really damn good!"
His words were not an exaggeration.
Previously, when he had told the chef that he bought two SU-24s and needed a few powerful aerial bombs, the chef asked him over the phone about the specific use and then said, why the hell do you want aerial bombs? Wouldn't a few Thermo-baric Bombs be more thrilling?!
That shocked Song Heping at the ti.
He suddenly realized how far the chef had co.
Thermo-baric Bombs?
He is trying to outdo the Russians' powerful Thermo-baric Bombs.
Usually, such devices are considered "strategic" weapons used to strike targets of significant strategic importance, so Da Maozi strictly controlled these bombs and did not sell them to outsiders.
The fact that the chef could get them for him was simply incredible!
The ODABs and missiles had been placed in custom-designed tal racks, making them not too difficult to hoist.
However, during the hoisting, construction workers working nearby all stopped their work and turned to leave, and Lao Gao stood far away at the end of the runway, his face already pale white.
Earlier, he thought his old classmate had mixed it up pretty well, having been able to afford fighter jets, but now seeing these "large cigars," he realized Song Heping was more terrifying than he had imagined.
No wonder he went to see Brother Dabiao at his company alone with such confidence and didn't even flinch; he truly had the capability.
It took a full two hours to safely unload all the bombs and missiles, including accessories.
Nikola ca over with the ground maintenance team and carefully transported these "large cigars" into the hangar next to the plane using a forklift.
Song Heping paid for the transportation and gave a substantial tip. When he returned to the hangar and saw Peterovich and a few pilots gathered around the big bombs, chatting enthusiastically, it was as if a radish bigger than a person had suddenly grown in their backyard.
"Do you understand this thing?"
Song Heping approached and asked Peterovich.
Peterovich spread his hands: "I've carried and flown with them, but never dropped one myself."
He tilted his head and pursed his lips, showing his surprise.
"This thing is not ordinary, comparable to a hydrogen bomb. Boss, where did you get this stuff? As far as I know, these are not for sale."
Song Heping smiled and said, "Don't ask. If you have to ask, 'I don't know.'"
As they were chatting, his phone vibrated in his pocket.
Song Heping pulled it out.
It was Henry's number.
He imdiately guessed what it was about.
It seed the head of the intelligence departnt of his company was quite efficient, probably having obtained intelligence from Colombia.
The attack on the AUC arms convoy last night had made Song Heping more cautious.
He had a premonition.
The plan, which was supposed to be implented in over a month, was probably going to be moved up.
Move up?
That word was really annoying.
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