When the sun rises over Islamabad, it heralds the arrival of a new day, and the warm and peaceful morning light spreads through the streets of Islamabad, driving away the hateful darkness while also giving the city an exotic beauty, just like a beautiful girl in a veil, which makes people can't bear to stop and watch, linger!

Even the old citizens who have lived in Islamabad for many years will be intoxicated by such a beautiful scenery, but not everyone is interested in this beautiful scenery of the sun and the city, and among many people, Pakistan's military chief Musharraf is the best comment. ¤，

At this time, he stood by the window of his office, holding the cooled coffee as if he was staring at the scenery outside the window, but from his deep eyes, solemn face and tightly knit brows, he felt very much that the mind of this senior Pakistani military official was not on the beautiful scenery outside!

And it is true that as the main leader of the Pakistani military and intelligence services, Musharraf has been haggard these days, and the root cause of all this is focused on the Soviet clearance operation on the Pakistan-Afghanistan border, thousands of kilometers north of Islamabad.

Since the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, Pakistan has felt a strong and real threat, so the Pakistani government has instructed the military intelligence bureau to secretly support the anti-Soviet resistance groups in Afghanistan, providing them with weapons, equipment, food, medicine, and necessary personnel training and base camps.

Although the Afghan resistance group members launched frequent attacks on the Soviet army, and they were brave in battle, such support could not be borne by Pakistan, and within half a year, Pakistan's finances began to run a deficit.

But at this juncture, the Soviet army launched a large-scale clean-up operation. This made Pakistan even more panicked, and had to send additional troops to garrison the Pakistan-Afghanistan border, as the saying goes, the soldiers and horses have not moved the grain and grass first, and the army must naturally have enough troops and grain and grass when they move in, which is tantamount to adding more weight to Pakistan's already fragile government finances.

Not only that, but there is also a huge shortage of weapons and equipment in Pakistan, which should not be supplied to the Afghan resistance groups. It is precisely because of this that Pakistan has to seek assistance from friendly countries through various channels, and in order to avoid the eyes and ears of the all-pervasive Soviet intelligence agencies, the sending and receiving and contacting of these aids should not be allowed to fall on the Pakistan Military Intelligence Service!

As the head of Pakistan's military intelligence, Musharraf naturally knew that this task was related to the fortunes of the country, so he naturally did not dare to slack off and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the work of seeking assistance, but what he did not expect was that his requests were sent out a lot. However, in addition to a certain amount of financial support from some Arab countries, the assistance given by other countries is completely symbolic than practical.

Even so, the amount of funds obtained by Pakistan is a drop in the bucket in the face of huge war consumption, and more importantly, the problem of the source of weapons and equipment has not been solved. Musharraf's hair is almost gray:

"If this continues, Pakistan will not be able to hold on!"

Looking at the beautiful street view of Islamabad in the morning light. Musharraf, who was so preoccupied, couldn't help but sigh so pessimistically, at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the office door, which also brought Musharraf back from his contemplation, and then put the cold coffee in his hand on the desk, and then sorted out the neat lieutenant general's uniform. In the direction of the door, he whispered:

"Come in!"

As soon as Musharraf finished speaking, his adjutant pushed the door into the office, and when he saw Musharraf, he immediately stood up and saluted the standard British military salute, and Musharraf only nodded slightly when he saw this. But his deep eyes showed a little eagerness:

"What's the matter? What is the answer from the American side?"

"Report to the general, the American side simply expressed concern about the actions of the Soviet troops, and"

"No need!" Before his adjutant finished speaking, Musharraf's roar exploded in the office like a thunderclap in the flat ground, so frightened that the adjutant's face turned pale and he quickly closed his mouth, while Musharraf walked back and forth in front of his desk with his hands behind his back, his thick black beard under his nostrils trembled, his whole face was gloomy like water, and his anger was overflowing:

"It's all unnutritious diplomatic rhetoric, if they really care, then they should give money, give weapons, and then beat down the arrogance of the Soviets, instead of sending us away like a flower like two cool words now!"

Musharraf became more and more angry, so loud that even the corridor far from the office could feel Musharraf's angry roar, in fact, it is not to blame Musharraf for being so angry with the United States, since the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, Pakistan has immediately sent a request for help to the United States.

After receiving the request, the United States only issued a statement of condemnation, and then allocated $50,000 from the annual budget to say that it would be settled, and this attitude of the United States is basically equivalent to acquiescing in the fait accompli of the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, and some Western countries that regard the United States as the leader of the country see that their bosses are like this, and the accumulation of assistance to Pakistan is even more perfunctory.

Even the Arab countries that have close ties with Pakistan have been affected by this, and although the amount of aid is slightly larger than that of other countries, it can still be felt that these Arab countries are not very concerned about the situation in Pakistan and Afghanistan, let alone weapons and equipment, not even half a bullet.

After all, as long as the United States is dealt with, Pakistan may receive more aid, and thus it can better support the anti-Soviet struggle of the local organizations in Afghanistan and safeguard its territorial security.

The replies that can be obtained are either cookie-cutter diplomatic rhetoric or aid projects with political clauses, which Musharraf sees as unacceptable, and which is why Musharraf is furious every time he receives a similar reply from the United States, but the anger is quick and the underlying problem has never been resolved.

So Musharraf sat down on the chair behind the desk after his anger had subsided a little, rubbed the bridge of his nose with one hand, and said to himself with a little tiredness on his face:

"We're trying to stop the Soviets from going south to the Indian Ocean on behalf of the Americans, so isn't there anyone in the U.S. government who understands?"

"General, that Charlie Wilson of the US House of Representatives, don't you have a clear understanding of our current situation!" As soon as Musharraf's words fell, the adjutant standing opposite him said: "He went to the Afghan refugee camp in the border area a few days ago, and I saw that he still supported the Afghan resistance group in the war with his remarks."

"Hmph! It's just a political show!" Before the adjutant finished speaking, Musharraf pursed his lips and snorted coldly: "Including me, there are really a lot of people in the government and the military who have come into contact with him, and the slogans are shouted loudly, but there is not even half a cent of the substance, and the rest is some unrealistic rhetoric, I think this Charlie Wilson came to Pakistan this time not so much to help us, but to create a political gimmick with a high topic for him!"

Musharraf waved his hand gently: "No, this playboy!" Then Musharraf raised his head again, his face returned to normal, and there was a hint of hope in his eyes:

"What about China?"

"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs has just learned from the Chinese Embassy that the Chinese side will fully support our struggle against the Soviet Union within the limits of its ability!"

"Only China is a true friend!" Musharraf stood up from his seat as soon as the adjutant finished speaking, and a smile of excitement and joy appeared on his face:

"Since the 60s, China has unconditionally supported us, and now Pakistan is in a moment of crisis, China still helps us without hesitation, such a good friend and good brother deserve to be remembered by every Pakistani people!"

Musharraf raised his arm and looked at his watch, and the time was just after a quarter past eight o'clock, when Musharraf lowered his arm and asked his adjutant:

"The Chinese delegation should be almost there!"

After listening to Musharraf's questioning, the adjutant looked at his watch and replied without hesitation: "There are five more minutes!"

"Okay, you go and get ready, I'll go to the door to greet you personally!"

"Yes, General!" the adjutant stood up to Musharraf and saluted at the same time, then turned around and pushed open the office door, and walked out quickly, and Musharraf also tidied up his straight military uniform, and when he was about to walk out of his office, he couldn't help but look at the scenery outside the window, the corners of his mouth slightly moved, and said to himself:

"My friend has no hesitation for Pakistan, and Pakistan can't let my friend go back empty-handed!" Musharraf's deep eyes became firm, and then he twisted the doorknob of his office, pushed open the door and walked out quickly

At the same time, on the road leading from Islamabad to the Pakistan Military Intelligence Bureau, a black sedan was speeding forward, and Liu Haotian, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, frowned, looked at Lu Jiadong next to him, and asked worriedly:

"Lu, are you really sure about this plan?"

"Let's try our best first, and if it doesn't work, we'll go ahead with the original plan!"

Listening to Lu Jiadong's words, Liu Haotian first nodded slightly, and then his resolute and resolute eyes couldn't help but flash a firm gaze:

"Okay! Let's do it first!" (To be continued......)