Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

Chapter 407 Hand-crafted aerial bombs!

Sun Weihao stood at the entrance of the manor he had just purchased, took a deep breath, and then shouted loudly.

In just a few months, he felt that he had experienced more excitement than he had in 10 years at Cheung Kong Holdings!

I witnessed a shooting at the scene, and I was so scared I peed myself!
Hiding inside the villa, trembling with fear, listening to the explosions and machine gun fire outside, I secretly peeked out the window afterward, and then vomited all over the floor!
Recently, my boss sent me to Chiang Mai to buy a estate. I've had my share of these kinds of transactions over the years, but this experience is completely different from the past.

From the moment they set off from Bangkok, they were accompanied by 10 men in camouflage combat uniforms. During the negotiations, these men stood behind them, staring intently at the seller and lawyer on the other side. Their calm gazes quickly made the seller and lawyer break out in a sweat.

Because he was in a hurry to buy, Sun Weihao had already planned to spend some money, but when they went back and forth negotiating the price, the other party was already sweating profusely, pale-faced, and constantly drinking water.

Sun Weihao only conceded a small step, and the lawyer wanted to insist, but the seller couldn't take it anymore. The opposing lawyer also breathed a sigh of relief and immediately began to draft the contract.

Only then did Sun Weihao quietly turn around. He had been curious about what these 10 security guards were doing to make the other side feel so much pressure, but he had held back just now because it was a crucial moment in the negotiation.

But as soon as he turned around, Sun Weihao's face turned pale and he jumped up from his chair. He hurriedly stepped back, knocking over the chair with a loud crash. "What, what, what is this thing!"

Sun Weihao was pale and his lips were trembling. He couldn't even feel the pain from his lower back hitting the negotiating table.

Suddenly, 10 security guards were seen wearing shrunken skulls on their waists. The pale, shrunken skulls stared at everyone who looked over with their empty eye sockets!

"Heads," Zhang Qi said in a flat, monotone voice.

"Where did this come from? Why are you carrying this?" Sun Weihao stammered.

“Drug dealers.” Zhang Qi said expressionlessly, “During the Vietnam War, the US military would cut off the heads of Vietnamese people, peel off their scalps, remove their brains, and then make them into miniature skulls to be mailed back to their families in the US to prove their bravery. After the Vietnam War ended, a large number of people went to Pattaya, and this method of making skull art was passed down. The old craftsmen are very skilled, and we made more than 40 of them as souvenirs.”

"The boss said that from now on, the heads of drug traffickers killed will be cut off and made into handicrafts, which will be placed in his private museum."

"I, I, you..." Sun Weihao closed his eyes and slid away from the 10 people along the edge of the table. Damn it, a madman!

Wang Yaotang is a madman!
These mainlanders are crazy too!
Seeing Sun Weihou so frightened, the seller and the other party's lawyer felt much better. They were locals and had heard of such things before. After all, it had been less than 10 years since the end of the Vietnam War, and there were some curious wealthy people in Siam who collected such skulls.

The wealthy always have a penchant for the bizarre; they've almost eaten all the Egyptian mummies!
What's so strange about collecting a skull?

Of course, seeing it with your own eyes is another matter, especially at the negotiating table.

After taking the contract drafted by the opposing lawyer, Sun Weihao only glanced at it briefly before putting it away. All he wanted to do now was leave as soon as possible.

He didn't expect to close the deal in one go, so he didn't bring a lawyer, but he believed that after seeing the skulls, the other party would definitely not dare to tamper with the contract.

If he dares to do it, then he admires the other person as a true man!
I'm sure the boss will be very happy...

Never before has a business negotiation been so easy. All that talk about silver tongue and knowing your enemy is utter nonsense!

The best negotiation strategy is to define the position!

Imperialism has long proven this point; it's just that it was previously deceived by the so-called supremacy of contracts that they so vehemently promoted.

If you let the other side tamper with things now, let's see if they dare to do it!

……

Wang Yaotang's current status makes everything he does very easy, such as registering an agricultural airline in Siam.

The entire process was completed in four days, and the company had already completed all registrations by the time the Xingye ship arrived at Pattaya Port.

The crew arrived three days in advance, along with all the equipment. Pattaya is practically Wang Yaotang's home turf, so setting up a small private airport couldn't be easier.

After undergoing security checks in Pattaya, the plane took off with 10 crew members and 1 ton of munitions, heading straight for Chiang Mai. Although 1 ton seems like a lot, it is only enough to equip a company of light weapons. While there are political and reputational factors that have prevented the Y-5 from being sold, the bigger reason is that its carrying capacity is simply too low.

It's not even as good as a tractor...

The makeshift airfield was indeed rudimentary; the warehouses consisted of iron frames covered with rainproof tarpaulins. There was no other way; time was of the essence.

This is still in Chiang Mai; it would be even more difficult in Chiang Rai, the drug cartel's stronghold.

Chen Yuanchao had only seen the Y-5 from afar and had never actually ridden in it. Its carrying capacity was too low, making it only suitable for private use.

For example, if the Shan State Revolutionary Army had this, transporting goods would be so much more convenient.

Just like Armando Carrillo, the 'King of the Skies' in Mexico.

Of course, this is just wishful thinking. Although money can make the devil turn the millstone, it can't solve all problems. At least, people in the Golden Triangle can't buy airplanes, even if the price is increased tenfold, no one will sell them to them.

Wang Yaotang: Black is black, and white is white!
After some maintenance, Chen Yuanchao boarded the plane and took off. To make it easier for him to find his base in Shan State, he chose to fly to Chiang Saen first and then fly along the mountain road.

The advantages of the Y-5 were fully demonstrated during low-speed cruising and observation. Its twin-wing layout and stall speed of 85 km/h, which is slower than a car, made it easy for Chen Yuanchao to conduct ground observation.

It must be said that the mountains are indeed a convenient place for drug traffickers to hide. Even if they knew the approximate location, even if they observed from high above, they still had to circle around in the sky several times before they could pinpoint the exact location.

After descending to a lower altitude and taking a closer look, Chen Yuanchao ordered the plane to turn straight back.

For the next few days, Chen Yuanchao flew in the sky. He needed to find a relatively convenient route from high altitude. It was absolutely impossible to parachute into the dense forests of the mountains; he had to trek through the jungle.

Chiang Mai, a manor.

"Stubborn, why do you have to find a new path?" A few days later, Wang Yaotang arrived, along with 100 crew-cut men.

"Huh?" Chen Yuanchao frowned, not understanding what his boss meant.

"Follow the path they trod."

“That road isn’t just for drug traffickers. In Myanmar, farming and selling drugs are legal. I’ve observed quite a few people on the road these past few days, transporting timber, food, daily necessities, industrial products, fuel, and so on. It’s said that Kengtung and the surrounding mountainous areas are home to more than 20 people. There are almost no industrial facilities there; everything is imported,” Chen Yuanchao said in a deep voice.

“It doesn’t matter. Those so-called ‘revolutionary army’ uniforms are similar to those worn by Chiang Kai-shek back then. They were also purchased in Siam. I’ll have someone send a batch over for you to change into. Just put on hats and dirty your faces a bit. There’s no blood bar on your heads, so how could you be recognized at a glance?” Wang Yaotang said with a smile. “This isn’t a national war; it’s just a private skirmish. You need to change your mindset.”

"Besides, the so-called infiltration is about not being discovered. Killing everyone who recognizes you is not infiltration!" Wang Yaotang's last sentence made Chen Yuanchao very uncomfortable.

"Murder is definitely out of the question; there's no way to properly dispose of blood and a corpse..."

“No need to do anything!” Wang Yaotang waved his hand dismissively. “They’re not the army, and they don’t have scouts. Not every unit carries a radio with them!”

“Uh…” Chen Yuanchao was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly. Yes, he still couldn’t get rid of the influence of the army. What revolutionary army? They were just a bunch of drug criminals.

“We’ll replan the route and send you on a ship straight to Chiang Saen to cross the border. However, once you arrive, we won’t provide you with transportation for 100 people. You’ll need to march 90 kilometers on foot before engaging in combat. You can redesign the specific combat strategy,” Wang Yaotang said with a smile.

The new operational strategy is so much easier...

Two days later, in the early morning.

A fishing boat stopped on the Mekong River. Two long planks were placed on the bank. Chen Yuanchao, wearing a Shan State green military uniform, was the first to jump off, followed by nine other people, and finally two horses.

Ten people and two horses set off in the dark with flashlights. Their strong legs were no joke. They rested once in between and walked for about 40 kilometers before entering the jungle at around 8 a.m.

Chen Yuanchao had observed the terrain around here. After clearing his way through the brambles for more than 100 meters, he came to a sunny hillside, at the foot of which was a small river.

Some people made hammocks, while others prepared food. After eating and drinking their fill, they took a nap until the afternoon before getting up to work.

With chainsaws and lime, the big trees were left untouched, and the small shrubs and vines were cut down, burned, and then sprinkled with lime. In one afternoon, more than 300 square meters of open space were cleared out. After resting for one night, they worked for another day the next day, and a campsite that could be easily repaired was ready.

After resting, we continued our journey. We needed to set up another temporary camp later. No wonder the Myanmar government couldn't do anything about these warlords in Shan State; the terrain was too restrictive.

Three days later, around 10 p.m., 100-inch-tall entered the Mekong River and was about to disembark to cross to the other side when suddenly a flashlight beam appeared on the bank.

Three short and two long lines—it's obviously sending a signal.

Hai Dazhao wiped his hair. Had they run into drug dealers? They were being treated like a cargo ship.

Damn it, isn't this just asking for trouble?!
He scratched his chin, picked up his flashlight, and counted two short and three long flashes back and forth. Whether it was right or wrong didn't matter. He shone the flashlight and led ten people off the boat. There was light ahead, but even less visibility behind. The people on the boat quietly and cautiously made their way ashore.

Hai Dazhao didn't expect the signal to actually be right. Well, these people couldn't possibly have made it too complicated.

The drug dealer approached and said something that Hai Dazhao couldn't understand at all, so he simply raised his hand and fired bullets at him, "Rat-a-tat-tat—"

As soon as he opened fire, ten men around him set up their guns and began firing indiscriminately, "rat-a-tat-tat—"

Eleven Type 56 assault rifles sprayed bullets at close range, and the drug dealers only had time to scream in terror before they were all shot down before they could even fire.

"Damn it, don't run!" Hai Dazhao yelled, instinctively chasing after them for a few steps before stopping again. He stomped his feet in anger. He had deliberately avoided shooting at the dozen or so mules and horses, but he still managed to shoot down four of them. The rest were so frightened that they all turned and ran away!
I was hoping to use it as a mount, but now I won't have that chance!

They finished off the corpses on the ground with their guns. There was nothing to clean up on the battlefield; the drug traffickers' weapons were all too old. Some of the fallen mules had double lion trampling earth-shaped weapons, but nobody used them. They just grabbed them and threw them into the river.

The bodies are just left here and ignored. This is the border area, and many people die here every day.

They traveled in silence and didn't encounter anyone else that night. With flashlights for illumination, they weren't worried about not being able to see the road. Traveling light, they met up with the vanguard team by the roadside around 7 a.m.

After entering the temporary camp in the dense forest, they rested in sleeping bags for a whole day. They continued their journey after dark, and after two days of continuous travel, they arrived at a temporary camp 10 kilometers away from the Shan State Revolutionary Army's stronghold.

After a simple renovation, a hundred people worked together and in just a few hours they cleared an open space that could receive airdrops.

At 3 p.m., after confirming by radio that the aircraft had reached the designated area, a smoke flare was released. A few minutes later, the roar of the propellers could be heard, and the cabin doors of the Y-5 aircraft opened, with boxes being pushed down from an altitude of 250 meters.

The Y-5's carrying capacity is indeed too poor. It took two trips to deliver the body armor for 100 people, 40mm mortars, mortars, and food. By the time it was completed, it was already past 7 p.m. and it was getting dark.

After a good night's rest, they got up before dawn the next day, ate and drank their fill, and set off again toward the stronghold of the Shan State Revolutionary Army. This time, they had to travel through the forest for most of the time, and their marching speed immediately slowed down. Fortunately, there were many people, so they could take turns leading the way. It was just tough on Chen Yuanchao, who was in charge of leading the way.

Fully armed and carrying nearly 20 kilograms of weight, traversing the hot and humid forest was indeed extremely difficult, especially considering that the bulletproof vest was only worn on his back. No wonder Chen Yuanchao didn't want to bring it before.

The route had been scouted beforehand. After resting for a while about 1 kilometer away, it was already around 9 a.m. when we set off again. The closer we got to the Shan State Revolutionary Army's stronghold, the easier the road became, perhaps because it was frequently used.

At this point, the group split up, with Chen Yuanchao leading five people 50 meters ahead. In the jungle, you can't see anyone from 10 meters away, so this distance is safe enough.

When we got to about 100 meters away, the forest had thinned out, and we could vaguely see the outpost's watchtower in the distance.

After regrouping, Chen Yuanchao checked his watch, then took out his radio and began calling, "Calling Bluebird, this is Python, have you arrived at the designated location?"

"Bluebird received, has arrived, please provide instructions!"

"Begin bombing the designated targets!"

"Bluebird received, execute immediately!" He Guoliang, wearing a flight cap, shouted back, his mouth agape with excitement.

Before he went abroad, he said he'd fly agricultural planes, but it turns out he's in the air force. I was so excited last night I couldn't sleep.

During my many years in the military, I only did flight training. Due to technical limitations, I only flew trainer aircraft and transport aircraft. I could only touch and get a taste of fighter jets a few times. I only accumulated flight time after retiring.

Who would have thought that going abroad would suddenly lead to a battlefield!
He practically turned the Y-5 into a bomber; it was incredibly awesome!
Just thinking about how his comrades in the original team who had good flying performances had never actually fought in a real battlefield, He Guoliang's face flushed with excitement.

I'm definitely going to show off when I get back!
If the boss allows it...

It's said that there's a flashback before death, and Ho Kwok-leung also experienced a flashback before throwing the bomb...

They maneuvered the plane to lower its altitude and speed, and began to fly steadily. The rear door of the cabin opened, and the two men released the fuel drums that had been fixed in place, pulling them out little by little with the tow rope to the doorway.

On the ground, several drug lords with guns slung over their shoulders were idly smoking and chatting, betting on who could blow the smoke ring the farthest. One guy took a deep drag and exhaled sharply, sending the smoke ring tumbling outwards. His eyes followed the smoke ring forward.

At this moment, the smoke ring is like a scope, through which you can see a small black dot gradually enlarging and slowly approaching.

Ok?
what?
"Hey, look!"

"What are you looking at?"

"what happened?"

"airplane!"

"How come there's an airplane here?"

"Are they government troops?"

"I do not know."

"Wow, look! It's flying right above our heads!"

"Wait, something seems to have fallen..."

The oil drums may not seem to fall very fast, and you could even see them falling with the naked eye, but in reality, they give you absolutely no time to react.

About 20 meters above the ground...

"boom!"

With a yield of 100 kilograms, the enormous fireball exploded in mid-air, and the flames and shockwaves instantly engulfed half the camp.

Whether they were drug traffickers loitering outside or resting in bamboo and wood stilted houses, everyone within a 15-meter radius was instantly thrown out and died in mid-air due to overpressure.

Everyone within a 30-degree radius collapsed and fainted due to internal organ rupture caused by the overpressure impact!
In mid-air, the Y-5 was also affected by the shockwave of the explosion. The aircraft swayed in the air for a few moments but quickly stabilized, demonstrating the excellent maneuverability of a biplane.

He Guoliang controlled the aircraft with his hands but kept his eyes on the ground, excitedly yelling as he watched the small mushroom cloud rise. He then maneuvered the plane in an arc in the air before flying over it again.

"3, 2, 1, release!"

With a loud shout, the two people in the cabin immediately let go, and another fuel tank bomb 'whooshed' down.

"boom!"

The mushroom cloud rose again!

Aerial bombs are actually quite simple to make.

Controlling the aircraft's altitude above the ground is as simple as applying a formula to determine how long it will take to land. Just set the detonation time; there's no need to be so precise. Whether the airburst is 5 meters, 10 meters, or 20 meters above the ground, there's not much difference in the weight of a bomb weighing over 100 kilograms.

This time, the cabin was loaded with 10 bombs of ammonium nitrate that we had provided ourselves. Half of them were pure explosives, and the other half were 10 kilograms of explosives mixed with 90 kilograms of napalm. The boss said that we would test their combat effectiveness on these people.

More than a hundred meters away from the camp, Chen Yuanchao, Hai Dazhao and others watched the mushroom clouds rise continuously, their chests pounding wildly.

"Well, let's step back a little. It doesn't feel quite safe." Chen Yuanchao's face was a bit pale. This scene gave him the feeling of being back on the battlefield in Vietnam.

The main problem is that the Y-5 bomber is inaccurate... Just now, one of the bombs was dropped right outside the camp, making them dizzy and disoriented.

"Yes, yes, back off a bit." Hai Dazhao turned and left. He felt like he had come for nothing. If the bombing continued like this, they wouldn't even need to lift a finger.

As long as there are no anti-artillery fortifications in the camp, these drug traffickers are doomed!

Just as they turned around, another huge explosion came from behind, but this time the sound was much quieter. Everyone instinctively turned around and saw a black and red mushroom cloud in the sky rapidly rolling and spreading, soon expanding into a huge fireball, after which the entire camp was engulfed in flames.

napalm bombs!
This is only the first one!

I can't imagine what it would be like to drop all five.

living person?

Whether the mummified body can be found is still unknown!
(End of this chapter)