diskusbooks Chapter 793 My brother, your cultivation is sufficient, please ascend!
Chapter 793 My brother, your cultivation is sufficient, please ascend!
While the two were on the phone, an aerial coordinated search had already begun.
High in the sky, the silver-white Il-28 attack aircraft, with its relatively faster speed, took the lead in making wide circles over the forest area.
Inside its reinforced, sharply styled nose, a simplified pulse-Doppler radar continued to operate, crudely but effectively scanning the large area below, filtering out most ground clutter, and striving to identify any anomalies below.
Although limited by the technology of the time, its resolution is insufficient to identify small targets, but it is enough to outline the general terrain undulations and unusual areas where there may be man-made structures or large-scale mining activities.
Meanwhile, the five "Flying Cat Car" gyroplanes, with their unparalleled advantages of low altitude, low speed, and high maneuverability, like nimble hummingbirds, quickly lowered their altitude, almost skimming the treetops, and carried out a progressive and meticulous reconnaissance towards the suspicious area marked by "Thunder".
The observer, seated in the open cockpit, peered through binoculars, meticulously searching the ground for any trace of human activity: vehicle tracks, makeshift roads, mine entrances, makeshift shelters, even startled birds...
This can be described as a classic tactical rehearsal of "high-low combination"! By utilizing the wide-area search capability of the low-altitude high-speed platform and the precise confirmation capability of the low-altitude low-speed platform, our reconnaissance efficiency was maximized in an era with limited technology!
Our comrades, with this wisdom of adapting to local conditions and combining local and foreign methods, have made the most of the limited equipment they have!
"Bear Factory! Bear Factory! 'Cat One' reports! Target spotted! XX degrees XX minutes North latitude, XX degrees XX minutes East longitude! Multiple fresh slag heaps discovered on the sunny slope of the valley! There are makeshift sheds and transport tracks! Figure spotted! Repeat, figure spotted and mining equipment detected!"
"Cat No. 2 confirmed! The mine entrance is clearly visible! There are truck tire tracks!"
Good news kept coming! Perhaps Jiangxia's incredible luck came through again, or perhaps the enemy never expected to be attacked from the air, or perhaps it was because the most important "hostage," Zhou Wenbin and other geological exploration team members, had been safely rescued ahead of schedule...
The "Flying Cat Car" quickly located the largest abnormal area and sent the precise coordinates to "Thunder" which had already circled around it via radio.
"Thunderbolt received! Target confirmed! Entering attack path! Requesting attack!" came the pilot's calm voice over the radio.
"attack!"
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Below, inside the illegal mining site, partially covered by makeshift camouflage netting and natural vegetation, several lookouts were squatting behind an earthen embankment, slacking off. A skinny man with a hat askew pulled out a half-pack of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket and offered them to the two men beside him.
"Tsk, damn it, we're fed mosquitoes in this mountain ditch every day. I wonder when this will end." A man with a scar on his face took a cigarette, took a deep drag, and complained.
"What's the rush?" Another guy, who looked a little smarter, exhaled smoke rings and squinted at the direction of the mine. "Didn't Captain Guan say that we dug up a lot of 'yellow croakers' this time? Once we get this batch of goods out smoothly, we'll each get this amount!" He mysteriously held up three fingers and shook them.
"Three hundred?" The skinny monkey's eyes lit up.
"Pah! Three hundred? Look at your pathetic self!" The triangular-eyed man spat disdainfully. "Three thousand! At least three thousand! Enough for you to go home, get a wife, and build three big brick houses!"
"Three...three thousand?!" Scarface was so shocked he almost dropped his cigarette, his breathing becoming heavy. "Really...really that many?"
"Of course! Captain Guan has connections! He's got some serious connections! Otherwise, how could he have gotten all this gear, and find this incredibly lucrative old mine?" The man with the triangular eyes boasted smugly, as if the money was already in his pocket. "Keep your guard up, hang in there for the last few days, and we'll be set for the good life... Huh? What's that sound?"
Before he could finish speaking, an unusual, increasingly sharp whistling sound came from high above, quickly drowning out the noise in the mine.
The sound was unlike the old An-2 they had occasionally seen; it was a sharper, more oppressive roar.
They looked up blankly and, through the gaps in the leaves, saw a tall, slender figure that grew larger and larger, shimmering with a cold, silvery light, tearing through the sky and swooping down on them with the resolute air of a sovereign descending!
The sunlight reflected off the streamlined body, making it look like a sharp, gleaming blade.
"What...what is that thing?" Someone asked, mouth agape, oblivious to the cigarette butt falling to the ground.
"It...it's coming for us! Run!!" A quick-thinking veteran finally sensed the approaching death. He let out a distorted roar, dropped his cigarette, and tried to disappear into the depths of the dense forest.
But it was too late.
As the Il-28A swooped down, its wings suddenly trembled, and two massive 57mm rocket launchers instantly spewed out dazzling orange-red flames and thick white smoke!
Dozens of rockets, like enraged wasps, emitted a chilling shriek, leaving long white trails as they rained down on the workers' sheds, excavation equipment, ore piles, and the tiny figures scattering in all directions!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!"
A series of deafening explosions could be clearly heard even high in the sky! The ground was instantly filled with plumes of death flowers mixed with flames, black smoke and dirt. The violent shockwaves spread out in the naked eye, instantly tearing the makeshift shed to shreds and turning the equipment into twisted scrap metal!
After the first wave of rockets bombarded the ground, "Thunder" gracefully leveled off, pulled up, and returned to the sky, leaving behind a scene of devastation and raging flames on the ground.
Before the survivors could recover from the shock, "Thunderclap" resumed its attack trajectory. This time, it was the fixed NR-23 cannon under the nose that emitted a dull, continuous, and terrifying roar!
“Boom boom boom boom—!”
The 23mm high-explosive shell was like a scorching steel whip, lashing the ground hard and creating rows of dense, forward-extending terrifying craters. Soil, gravel, and debris flew everywhere, and anything hit by this fiery whip was instantly shattered!
This……
It's not over yet!
Perhaps it was the smooth and seamless performance of "Thunder" in this attack that made the driver and the fire control operator in the back seat feel extremely comfortable, and a desire to completely control the battlefield and eliminate everything arose spontaneously.
"Lower the altitude! Give them a thorough blast! Feed the 'explosive kill bombs' into the mine!" The voice of the fire control operator in the back seat came through the internal communication, tinged with a cold excitement.
"Aren't they trying to crawl into the hole? Let them go in and never come out!"
"understand!"
Just as it finished strafing and was climbing, "Thunder" suddenly made a light side turn, lowered its nose again, and this time it swooped down even lower than before, almost brushing the treetops, like a silver falcon locking onto its prey, heading straight for the mine entrance that was already shrouded in gunpowder!
The fuselage slightly adjusted its attitude, and a pylon under the wing, carrying a heavy bomb, was unlocked. Under the desperate gaze of the remaining bandits below, a thick, heavy 250-kilogram high-explosive bomb detached from the pylon, whistling with a chilling thud, and plummeted precisely towards the dark mine entrance!
Yes, this thing called a 'high-explosive fragmentation bomb' is the experimental 250-3 explosive charge. In China, all "high-explosive aerial bombs" are classified as fragmentation bombs, and factory blueprints and ordnance ledgers simply state "high-explosive fragmentation bomb".
See? This name sounds much more menacing than something like "HE bomb," doesn't it?
Judging from the way this bouncy ball was used, Xiong Da really wasn't lying this time; this operation was indeed approved by the big boss!
The bomb struck precisely deep into the mine entrance, and after a brief silence—"BOOM!!!!!!!!!"
A deafening roar, far deeper and more muffled than any rocket or machine gun blast, echoed from the earth! The entire ground seemed to tremble violently! The mine entrance bulged upwards, spewing forth a terrifying column of smoke—a mixture of flames, thick smoke, mud, and rubble—that shot straight into the sky!
The shockwave from the explosion could be clearly felt even by Jiang Xia and the others, who were far away at the mouth of the ravine. The muffled bang echoed through the valley for a long time.
Anyone trapped inside the cave has absolutely no chance of survival.
This precise destruction from the air heralded the end of this dimensional reduction attack.
Steady! Accurate! Ruthless!
Looking at the rising mushroom cloud, Jiang Xia couldn't be more satisfied.
But while he was satisfied, some people were not...
Inside the cramped cockpit of the Flying Cat Car, a certain leader was practically leaning half his body out of the cabin.
He was carrying a massive RPG-7 cannon (of course, out of respect for its inventor, this name has been used ever since) on his shoulder, and his other hand was gripping the hatch frame tightly.
"Damn it, at least leave a few for me!"
"He bought them all! I haven't even made a single sale yet! I carried this whole way for nothing, it's so heavy!"
"But this was fucking exhilarating! We made the right choice coming here!"