They had been dropped into the water over two kilometers offshore, but the air-cushion vehicle ate up the distance quickly — less than thirty seconds to go, and they would be on dry land. The helmsman was taking a zigzag course into shore — he was probably only dodging other destroyed landing craft or pools of burning fuel, but Yang always told his troops that they did that to confound the enemy gunners.
“No resistance from the beach!” he yelled to his men. The Marines around him growled happily in reply. “Drive and conquer! Split into threes, divide, and run for cover! Watch for engineers ahead of you.” Minesweeping engineers who had gone ahead of them had fluorescent orange tapes on their arms and backs to distinguish them from…
A huge explosion erupted behind them, lighting up the horizon so brightly that Yang could easily see the treeline. “Eyes front!” Yang shouted as his men ducked, then began to try to turn around in the close confines to see what had been hit. “Get ready!” Yang did not look either, although judging by the secondary explosions, their amphibious assault ship had been hit. He could faintly hear the roar of heavy jet planes overhead, and
Seconds later, the air-cushion landing craft hit the shore, the turbojet engines surged to full power, the craft raced up onto the beach, and the forward part of the air-cushion skirt began to deflate for offloading. The gunners finally began to rake the treeline with gunfire. “Ready!” Yang shouted, and the adrenaline-pumped men growled once again. The forward lip of the air-cushion vehicle hit the ground and the ramp swung down. Yang leaped up onto the ramp, ran down it onto the beach, then waved at his men, pointing toward the treeline not thirty meters away. “
His last word was drowned out by a massive cloud of fire and a head-pounding explosion — Yang felt as if all the air had been sucked out of his lungs and replaced by sheets of pure fire. Several Marines scampering down the ramp were blown off their feet and onto the beach as a shock wave larger than any Yang could ever recall rolled over them. His night vision was completely wiped out by a blinding burst of light, and his eardrums felt as if they had burst — no, his whole
Four F-111G fighter-bombers screamed into the area nearly at supersonic speed, right into the midst of the lines of landing craft trying to land their forces on the beaches south of Davao. They did not carry Harpoon missiles or bombs. Instead, each carried four 2,000-pound BLU-96 HADES FAE, or fuel-air explosives, canisters. Each HADES canister contained three hundred gallons of explosive fuel-oil, and the canisters were toss-released about a thousand feet over a group of eight landing craft. About eight hundred feet above the water, the canisters popped open, and the fuel oil began to disperse in large white clouds of vapor. Seconds later, when the vapor cloud was about five hundred feet above the landing craft and had expanded to one hundred feet in diameter, tiny sodium detonators in the vapor clouds fired off.
The resulting explosion was greater than the force of a twenty-thousand-pound high-explosive bomb, creating a mushroom cloud of fire that stretched across the water for nearly half a mile and a shock wave that churned the water into a boiling froth for two miles in all directions, deafening or knocking soldiers unconscious and setting the landing craft underneath the explosions immediately afire. Two of the HADES canisters sailed over the beach, amidst several platoons of Chinese Marine engineers, and the incredible force of the explosion was just as devastating on land.
