PNB Chapter 909 Big Stuff
Chapter 909 Big Stuff
“I assure you all,” Fang Yu looked at them, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips, “what you’ve seen today is just the appetizer.”
These words were like a bucket of cold water poured on the flames that the three had just started, yet strangely they made the flames burn even brighter.
Castro's smile froze.
He habitually took out a fairly intact cigar from his jacket pocket, but didn't light it; he simply placed it to his lips.
"An appetizer...?"
He repeated the word, his voice filled with disbelief.
"Xuanjing and Pojun... are these just appetizers?"
Allende adjusted his glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses widened.
In his limited understanding of military affairs, either of these two things was enough to overturn the course of a local war.
And these are merely appetizers?
Guevara put the spent cartridge into his pocket, crossed his arms, and scrutinized Fang Yu, seemingly trying to find a trace of a joke on his calm face.
But he couldn't find it.
"So... what's the main course?" Guevara finally asked, his voice a little hoarse. "Is it... a mushroom bomb?"
This was the only possibility that flashed through the minds of both Castro and Allende at the same time.
Aside from the ultimate weapon that can wipe a city off the map, what else can be called the "main course"?
Fang Yu shook his head.
“We are not the first to use that kind of thing, so naturally we will not give it to you.”
He turned and walked out of the test site.
"Let's go, the next venue is a bit far."
An off-road command vehicle that had been waiting nearby drove away, carrying the four silent people.
No one spoke again, and the atmosphere in the carriage became somewhat heavy.
Castro twirled the unlit cigar between his fingers, Guevara stared out the window in a daze, and Allende shifted his posture uneasily.
They were all speculating about what kind of scene they would face next.
The vehicle bumped along the rugged mountain road for nearly twenty minutes before finally entering a much wider and more desolate valley.
This place feels like a steel cemetery.
Hundreds, or even more, of tanks and armored vehicles were piled up haphazardly in the valley like toys that had been carelessly discarded.
Some were familiar to them, such as the Soviet T-54 and T-62, some were the American M48 Patton, and there were even quite a few old tanks from China itself.
Without exception, they were all covered in rust; some had crooked turrets, some had broken tracks, and some had huge holes in their bodies.
The command vehicle stopped on a high point. Fang Yu was the first to jump out and led them to the edge overlooking the entire valley.
“This is…” Castro stared at the scene before him, his mouth slightly agape. “Are all of this… meant for us?”
Even he himself found it somewhat absurd when he said those words.
“No,” Fang Yu replied, “these are our obsolete and battle-damaged equipment. Because of certain experimental needs, they cannot be properly recycled and melted down, so they can only be piled up here.”
In other words, this is a garbage dump.
"Since it's a garbage dump, why did you bring us here...?"
"Guevara asked. His gaze swept across the steel graveyard, trying to understand Fang Yu's intentions."
He felt that the answer lay within these scrap metal pieces.
“Because,” Fang Yu pointed to the vast ruins, “the next test requires a sufficiently large target range. And these are our targets.”
After Fang Yu finished speaking, he turned and walked towards a huge concrete building embedded in the mountain, which looked like a bunker.
The building looked exceptionally sturdy, even the doors were the heavy, round steel doors of a bank vault.
Castro and his two companions exchanged glances, each seeing a deeper confusion in the other's eyes, but they asked no further questions and simply followed silently.
The circular steel door slowly opened under the push of the hydraulic rod, revealing a deep passage.
They went inside, the steel door closing silently behind them. The bunker's interior wasn't the dark, damp place they'd imagined; instead, it was brightly lit and futuristic.
In the central control hall, an entire wall is covered by a huge display screen, which is currently divided into dozens of small windows, displaying real-time high-definition images of every corner of the "tank graveyard".
Fang Yu ignored the complicated control panels and simply led them through the hall into a room.
The room was small, with three walls made of super-strong concrete several meters thick. Only the side facing the "tank graveyard" had a large piece of special bulletproof glass that seemed equally ridiculously thick.
Through the glass, you can overlook the vast ruins in the valley.
"Please stand here to watch."
Fang Yu pointed to the glass.
He then walked to the control panel on one side of the room and picked up a portable tablet terminal.
The three of them watched his retreating figure, then glanced at the tranquil scene outside the window, their doubts reaching their peak.
"What are you going to demonstrate?" Castro finally couldn't help but ask. "Are you going to bombard them with artillery or bomb them with planes?"
Fang Yu didn't answer; he just lowered his head and rapidly tapped on the tablet screen.
From the side, everyone could see that he had pulled up a 3D map of the valley and then entered a series of complex coordinate parameters in the center of the map.
He checked the coordinates, then looked up at Castro and his group, mouthing "Watch closely."
Then, he pressed a red "Execute" button in the lower right corner of the screen with his thumb.
All sounds are silent.
The bunker was quiet, so quiet that you could hear each other breathing.
In the valley outside the window, the sun shines brightly, the sky is cloudless, and there is a peaceful scene.
A minute passed and nothing happened.
Castro rubbed his chin and looked at Fang Yu with some surprise.
Could it be a machine malfunction?
The moment that thought flashed through his mind.
A pale blue beam of light, indescribable in words, tore through the azure sky without warning.
It is not lightning.
Lightning is unpredictable and violent.
This beam of light, as straight as a line drawn with the most precise instrument, descended vertically from the unreachable sky and struck precisely the coordinate point that Fang Yu had just marked on the map.
The beam of light appeared and disappeared so quickly that it seemed like a fleeting illusion.
The moment the beam of light disappeared, the area that was hit—
A pile of steel and dirt, consisting of four or five abandoned tanks crammed together, suddenly lit up!
It wasn't the light of an explosion, but a blinding white light emanating from within, as if a miniature sun was being born there.
From the observation window of the bunker, the three could only see the ball of white light rapidly expanding and exploding.
Their turrets, armor, and tracks rapidly turned red and bright in the white light, and then began to melt, deform, and collapse like candles.
Solid steel loses all its meaning in the face of temperatures of millions of degrees.
The entire process lasted less than two seconds.
When the white light dissipated, only a large, glass-like crater, about twenty meters in diameter, remained, radiating intense heat.
At the center of the pit was a pool of molten iron, mixed with various metals, that was still bubbling and flowing slowly.
The tanks nearby, those at a slightly greater distance, had their sides that were hit also scorched red-hot, the paint on them instantly vaporizing and emitting black smoke.
After a long while, a peculiar fluctuation in the air caused by the extremely high temperature spread out like ripples.
Immediately afterwards, a booming sound, like distant thunder, finally reached the bunker, causing even the thick bulletproof glass to hum slightly.
Inside the safe house, you could hear a pin drop.
The cigar that Castro had been twisting in his mouth, which was already somewhat deformed, fell to the ground with a "crack" and broke in two.
His body instinctively leaned back, his back slamming heavily against the cold concrete wall, but he felt nothing.
His eyes were wide open, staring intently at the large pit emitting black smoke and the pool of molten iron outside the window.
Allende collapsed to the ground.
He was holding his knees, panting heavily, his face as pale as paper.
As a doctor, he couldn't comprehend the phenomenon of steel turning into liquid in an instant.
As a politician, he immediately understood the terrifying implications behind this thing.
Guevara was still standing, but his body was as stiff as a statue.
For the first time, a look of bewilderment appeared in his eyes, which were always as sharp as an eagle's.
His arms were clasped to his chest, his knuckles white from gripping them too tightly.
He tried to explain the scene before him using all the physics knowledge he had acquired in his life.
Laser? Plasma? Particle beam? But none of the known concepts can match that devastating attack.
Those are not human weapons.
That was... divine punishment.
It was the wrath of the gods, descending from the heavens, irresistible and inescapable...