Fusu Class Replenishment Ship

Fusu Class Replenishment Ship

The Nancang-class auxiliary oiler replenishment (AOR) ship is used by the People's Liberation Army Navy to resupply ships at sea with food, munitions, fuel and spare parts. The only ship in this class in Chinese service, is Qinghaihu (Pennant number 885), ex Nancang (Nanyun 953). A similar ship with a Chinese hull classified by China as in the same class is in service with the Royal Thai Navy, as HTMS Similan (Pennant number 871). She was originally laid down for the Soviet Navy as a Komandarn Fedko class merchant tanker, but building work was halted due to insufficient funds, and was then purchased by the PLAN from the Russian Navy unfinished in 1993. The ship has a near sister ship operating with the Indian Navy.

Nancang-class AOR is the 2nd generation Chinese replenishment ship that is outfitted with a total of six cranes, four oil refuelling stations, and two stores stations. This allows the ship to replenish three warships simultaneously. The ship, through her helicopter facilities, is able to replenish warships operating nearby via vertical replenishment (VERTREP).

Read more about Fusu Class Replenishment Ship:  Background, Origin, Development, HTMS Similan, General Characteristics

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