"Sir, the latest drone images have been sent back."
A young Armadanai officer walked into Goodman's extremely luxurious command room and looked at the colonel intently, showing no interest in the famous paintings hanging on the wall.
First, he glanced at the woolen shoe covers on the officers' feet, and then he slowly turned his attention to the latest footage captured by the drone. Many soldiers of the Renaissance Front were like hard-working ants in the trenches and simple bunkers extending in all directions. They were running around, preparing their backward weapons and insufficient ammunition.
"Let the 2nd and 3rd Armored Regiments prepare to attack from the preset direction, and encircle Mehran on three sides with our First Regiment. Before that, let us eliminate these guys in front of us first!"
"Yes, sir!"
The young officer did not leave immediately after shouting yes. Instead, he cast an inquiring gaze at Goodman, who was tasting the local specialty coffee. He was obviously unsure about which tactics to use, and he, the colonel and brigade commander, needed to make his own decision.
"I remember that each Sabretooth Tiger carried four thermobaric missiles, right?"
Seeing that the officer was not leaving, Goodman asked impatiently and knowingly. He didn't give the officer a chance to speak, and blew on the hot coffee in the cup before continuing.
"Twenty-five Sabretooth Tigers are a hundred thermobaric bombs. How many do you think can open a road to Mehran for us?"
"Um, I think..."
Looking at the hard-working "ants" on the big screen with some uneasiness, the young officer took a long breath and replied uneasily: "I think it is enough to fire one to each of the two positions. No one will risk it again." Stand your ground at the risk of being bombarded by thermobaric bombs."
"Oh, no, no, my Major."
Goodman took a sip of the coffee in his cup and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.
"Instead of letting most of the survivors flee into the city and continue fighting with us in the streets, why not annihilate all the enemies at once?"
"Two Sabretooths, four in each position. Execute orders, Major."
"yes......"
The major, who had received the exact order, did not hesitate too much. He tapped the intercom next to his ear and gave the order to the saber-tooth tiger tank battalion that was speeding around the command vehicle at 40 kilometers per hour.
"SW11, SW12 received."
Under the personal supervision of the major, the two tanks driving in the middle of the road quickly increased their speed to 60 kilometers per hour, ensuring that the large army behind them could enter the field to harvest the remaining soldiers just after the influence of the thermobaric bombs disappeared.
It didn't take long for the commanders of the two Sabretooth Tiger tanks to receive remote authorization from the Armadanai company's smart host at the same time.
The door to hell has been opened, and the violent aura of the flame demon is wrapped around the launch button of the thermobaric missile, lingering.
"The 'Hellfire' missile weapon authorization has been approved. Free fire, free fire!"
"Boom boom boom...sssssssssss..."
In an instant, after the eight missile launchers mounted on the sides of the two tanks fine-tuned their directions according to the coordinates, eight small missiles equipped with thermobaric warheads were inserted diagonally faster and faster until they approached Mach 4. In the blue sky, they dispersed into groups of four or four and flew through the clouds towards the Renaissance Front positions in the distance.
These small missile launchers with a range of hundreds of kilometers can even be disassembled when necessary to be launched individually by the powerful Zoi robot - this is also one of the selling points of the Sabretooth Tiger tank.
Armadana executives don't expect to sell many of the expensive Sabretooth Tiger tanks, but sales of this small thermobaric missile are sure to be hot.
Just as Brigadier Goodman was wondering whether the company's earnings would soar in the next quarter, four missiles had already arrived above Samir's heads, trailing orange-red tail flames and sharp screams representing death. .
When Samir was still stroking his sexy short beard, thinking about what toys to buy for his youngest son and what gifts to give to his wife if he managed to escape from death.
He heard the call from hell - the roar of supersonic missiles.
Everything is too late. The terrifying speed close to Mach 4 means that when you hear the whistling sound of the missile passing by above your head, it is impossible for you to escape from its killing range.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang."
Under the confused or frightened gazes of more than a thousand soldiers, Samir, who was lying on the ground in a standard prone position, boldly looked up.
Four huge umbrella flowers bloomed from far to near in his slightly dilated brown-black pupils. The intoxicating whiteness of the parachute gave Samir the most unrealistic idea in his life.
"Maybe it's an airdrop from the enemy?"
...
As an advanced development of cloud bombs, unlike the suspended aerosol produced before the cloud bomb explodes, thermobaric bombs choose to directly use solid explosives, which are completely dispersed in the form of aerosols, creating an extremely dangerous situation above and around the target. cloud of explosive particles.
Amadana has also incorporated powders of aluminum, boron, silicon, titanium, magnesium, zirconium and other substances into the already powerful high explosives. The mixture of these substances can ignite and release difficult-to-reach substances when heated. Confident energy greatly enhances the thermal effect and pressure effect of thermobaric explosives.
In just one millionth of a second, the light gray particle cloud scattered above Samir's head completed the first step of the thermobaric explosive explosion - an oxygen-free explosion reaction.
Without extracting any oxygen from the air, the violent redox reaction releases only a tiny amount of energy compared to the explosion that follows, but it generates vast amounts of fuel-rich products within the particle cloud.
Then comes the second step - anaerobic combustion.
For one ten thousandth of a second, oxygen is also not needed. The fuel particle cloud created by the oxygen-free explosion burns in this instant.
Step 3 – Aerobic combustion.
In a thousandth of a second, the violent combustion begins to extract oxygen from the surrounding air at a very considerable speed. The large amount of energy released at this stage will not only make the explosive fireball larger, but also extend the duration of the shock wave.
The three stages give the blast unparalleled armor penetration, high pressure and thermal performance, and no personnel or equipment can survive such an explosion.
In less than a second, Samir and his combat team were wiped out. And around them, there are hundreds of soldiers going through this process.
Pervasive scorching flames and high-pressure shock waves are surging crazily in the position. Whether it is a trench more than two meters deep or a bunker made of reinforced concrete, as long as the bunker you are in is not a completely airtight space, you will not be able to escape death.
Four huge fireballs quickly occupied the entire field of view of the drone in the sky, and the images returned made Goodman, who was sitting in the command vehicle, couldn't help but applaud.
Eight bright orange-yellow fireballs flashed on the big screen in front of him, and the milky white ripples swept by the shock wave were clearly visible. Anyone who is in or near this ripple will either be killed directly by the unimaginable high temperature and pressure, or they will be suffocated to death by grabbing their necks in pain.
"Pity."
Brigadier Goodman looked at the terrifying fireball gradually disappearing on the screen and muttered: "Mountain...killed...all..."
"What are you talking about?"
The major who hurriedly came to report the situation thought that Goodman was talking to him, and quickly put his head up to hear the commander's order clearly.
"I said." Goodman glanced at this conscientious subordinate and showed some rare patience.
"I said, it would be great if the guys from the Al-Renewal Front stayed in the cave. I dare say these eight missiles can kill at least 10,000 people!"
"You're right."
The major glanced at the dissipating fireball on the screen with lingering fear, and reported with a serious face: "The two infantry regiments in the enemy's forward positions were basically wiped out, and there were scattered survivors who fled to the city."
"No more than a hundred people."
"Since the thermobaric bomb is so effective."
Goodman stood up from the soft leather seat and tapped the map with his hand on the 2nd and 3rd Armored Regiment, which was rapidly approaching the outskirts of Mehran.
"Let them also use thermobaric bombs to clear the way!"
He took another sip of the coffee in the cup and showed a satisfied smile.
"Yeah, it's still warm."
