50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 378 The Annamese Boss Moves House
Sun Zhiwei's first stop was Noi Bai Airport in Thang Long Province, which was the closest major airport to the front line, and heavy fighter jets were definitely all there.

Instead, light fighter jets that can take off and land quickly are deployed to front-line field airfields.

The road to Thang Long Phu is all neat and wide, thanks to the engineering corps that built it for them back then. The car runs fast and smoothly.

He arrived at Thang Long in less than three hours.

It was already late when he drove his military vehicle on the road in his uniform, and no one dared to stop him.

Along the way, other empty trucks kept following him, and gradually the trucks merged into an empty truck convoy.

For no apparent reason, he followed the convoy directly into the Noi Pai Airport warehouse.

As the convoy of trucks pulled into a parking lot, the drivers got out to rest.

Sun Zhiwei had noticed that although they were also wearing military uniforms, they did not have shoulder insignia.

He quickly removed all the insignia, shoulder boards, and armbands from his military uniform while in the car, and then got out of the car to smoke, just like the other drivers.

Not far away, a group of seven or eight drivers were chatting together. Sun Zhiwei slowly walked over and listened to them talking from the outside.

"Why did you send so many vehicles to pick up the goods this time?"

"I heard that war is about to break out, and a lot of ammunition has been transferred from the south."

"Didn't we say we were going to fight? We've been talking about it for ages, but there's still no sign of it happening."

"Who knows? We just follow orders. If the sky falls, the higher-ups will hold it up. Anyway, we're not going to the front lines."

"Those old men only know how to command Xia Jiba."

"Don't talk nonsense, here's your cigarette."

How much longer until the plane arrives?

"I heard it's supposed to arrive at 10 o'clock, so we still have more than an hour to wait."

Having obtained some useful information, the drivers started telling dirty jokes. Sun Zhiwei lost interest in listening and left the parking lot, heading towards a small building on the side.

This area should be entirely occupied by the airport's transportation department; the three-story buildings are brightly lit, but there are hardly any people inside.

Sun Zhiwei didn't go inside the building; he just squatted down in a corner downstairs and lit a cigarette.

His space had already covered the entire small building, and he soon discovered a large office.

A large map hangs on the office wall, marked with numerous distribution centers for supplies and densely packed flight routes.

He noted that the areas with the most concentrated routes were large airports and supply warehouses, while those with only a single route were basically temporary field airfields.

The areas with the highest concentration of flight routes are divided into two central points, one in the north (Noi Bai Airport) and the other in the south (Bien Hoa Airport in Saigon).

Noi Bai Airport and Bien Hoa Airport are the north and south shipping hubs, respectively. This map is extremely important; I absolutely must get my hands on it.

However, there was no rush. Once he was sure there was nothing else of use here, he got up, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and walked toward the nearby building.

There was a large area of ​​steel-framed buildings over there, and he could detect that some of them contained various supplies, while others had airplanes parked inside.

He roughly counted that the hangars contained sixteen bombers, fifty helicopters, and 150 fighter jets.

但是这些飞机的型号都很杂乱，有咱们的J5和J6；也有毛熊的米格17、米格19和米格21；还有老美的F5和A-1。    停机坪上还有两架C130大力神运输机正在装货。

At this point, there were still three days before the war began, and he was considering when to make his move.

If we act too early, planes from other airports may be diverted at any time, and we won't be able to catch up no matter how fast we run, which will reduce our gains significantly.

It seems we'll have to call for help. I heard our special forces have arrived, but Sun Zhiwei doesn't know where they are.

It's alright, as long as we return that map to the command center back home as soon as possible, it should be in time.

To avoid alerting the enemy, we can't blow up the planes and oil depots here today, but we need to take the map.

Looking at the empty office in the three-story building, he thought for a moment, then found a cup, opened the lid, and carried the cup into the building.

He encountered some staff members along the way and proactively asked them where there was hot water. Seeing that he was dressed as a driver, the staff didn't give him any trouble and pointed him to the location of the water room.

The main office was on the first floor, very close to the water room. As he walked toward the water room, he slipped in when no one was around.

After entering the large office, he quickly took down the map from the wall and then found a spare new map in the cabinet next to him and hung it up.

Unfortunately, the new map lacks the latest dynamic markers; otherwise, he wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble.

After securing the new map, he immediately started a fire, and the velvet curtain on the wall used to cover the map was quickly ignited.

To prevent any accidents, he also lit several fires on the new map, and finally threw the cigarette butt from his mouth under the velvet curtain.

Once he realized the fire was beyond repair, he immediately turned and ran out of the main office, thoughtfully locking the door behind him.

By this time, some people outside had noticed the fire in the office. Instead of going out through the main door, he climbed out of the building through the bathroom window.

The small building gradually became noisy, and the crowd began to gather around it. Taking advantage of the chaos, Sun Zhiwei slipped into a logistics warehouse and took out a set of pilot's uniform and helmet to change into.

On the tarmac, two C130 Hercules transport planes were gradually being loaded with cargo. One plane was closing its doors in preparation for takeoff, while the other was waiting for the last batch of cargo to be loaded.

The plane that was taking off was too late, but the other one would make it just in time. Sun Zhiwei, wearing a pilot's uniform, followed the loading truck onto the plane from the rear cabin of the C130.

As the loading and unloading trucks exited the cabin, the rear cargo door began to close slowly, and Sun Zhiwei hid among the cargo, waiting for the plane to take off.

There are currently five crew members on board this C130: pilot, co-pilot, navigator, navigator, and loader.

The engines started quickly, and the captain was communicating with the control tower to request takeoff. The plane's destination was in the south.

Bored, Sun Zhiwei began inspecting the cargo in the cabin. What he saw almost shocked him.

The cabin wasn't filled with weapons or ammunition at all; instead, it contained all sorts of personal belongings.

It contained three large safes, some antique furniture, foreign home appliances, and even a luxury car.

One of the large safes contained bundles of Annamese banknotes, as well as rubles and US dollars; another safe contained a cabinet full of antiques and paintings.
The last safe contained various jewelry, jade, and gold and silver ornaments, as well as 600 standard 100-ounce gold bars.

This isn't transporting military supplies; it's clearly a move for some big shot.

It seems this big shot isn't optimistic about the outcome of this battle either, and has started to run away.

(End of this chapter)