Thermobaric missiles

"The fleet is three hundred kilometers from the target"

"Optimal. No signs of retaliation from the dinosaurs?" Quaritch murmured, chewing his own saliva. "It is now impossible that they have not spotted us"

“It is probable, but they still do not act. Not even the marine reptiles are doing anything: our submarines confirm that there are no signs of life underwater" replied the man on the radio. "It seems they want to use our ultimatum to the last"

Quaritch sighed deeply. “Keep your eyes open. Don't be fooled: they are around there somewhere”. He stared intently at the screens in front of him. “Let's move on to phase one. Let all the jets take off and bomb the coast"

As soon as his command reached the fleet, a flock of planes rose from the aircraft carriers. At least 150,000 jets lifted off the ships' decks and set off for the coast.

Three hundred kilometers was not a huge amount for jets that could fly at supersonic speeds. M

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