"How many times this is the first time this month?" In the conference room of the 103rd Airborne Division, division commander Semyon angrily questioned his subordinates. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The cadres above the regimental level in the INFO division were all called, and they could hear a needle dropping quietly at the scene.

"I'll tell you for you, it's the fifth time. Does every bullet, every grain of grain have to be flown in from the country? Every question Semyon gave made the cadres of the troops sitting below sweat on their foreheads. Now the leader is angry, and whoever comes out first is unlucky.

"Don't even speak! Then I'll name it! Semyon's sharp gaze swept over the cadres below, none of the guys sitting below dared to make eye contact with Semyon at the moment, everyone invariably lowered their heads, on the surface it was reviewing, but in fact they were afraid of being found out as a model. The youngest sitting below was also the regiment commander, and Semyon's sharp eyes swept over them one by one, and finally stopped at Grachev, the commander of the 354th regiment.

"Comrade Grachev!" The call of Commander Semyon completely dispelled the last trace of illusion in Grachev's heart, and Grachev hurriedly got up and saluted.

"Comrade Grachev, it's okay for others to sit down and be silent, but are you embarrassed to sit there? Who are the people who attacked us? I didn't need to investigate to know that it was the guerrillas who were entrenched in the Pagman area. Have you just forgotten the incident that was assessed by the paratroopers of your regiment at the end of last year? Master Xie Miao said in a stern tone.

"I haven't forgotten, Commander!" Grachev replied in a heavy tone.

"That's good! I'll give you a chance to get revenge now! Commander Semyon said categorically.

"Is it just us? Can we get other groups to work with us? Grachev said with some embarrassment.

"Isn't it enough for more than 1,000 people in your regiment?" This sentence of the division commander Semyon completely blocked Grachev's thoughts. Grachev could accept the task only with the sympathetic gaze of his colleagues.

On the way back to the regimental headquarters, Grachev was constantly thinking about how to suppress the bandits, and the orders of the superiors could not be let go as if they were a fart, even if they were harsh, they had to be carried out, and the officers and seniors crushed people to death, let alone the division commanders. Grachev's mind was so chaotic that he couldn't think of a clue at all, and the last flash of inspiration on the battlefield was rare, and Grachev felt that he might not be in the same good state as he was in in his life again. Although Grachev was not smart enough, he knew who the real smart people were, and his subordinates were begs. Therefore, the only thing Grachev wanted to figure out along the way was to listen to Lebed's opinion. As soon as he returned to the station of the 354th regiment, Grachev could not wait to call Lebed.

"Lebed, I have just received a new task in the division - to fight the partisan forces in the Paghman area. I'd like to hear your thoughts. As soon as Lebed entered the door, Grachev pressed him to the sofa, and after a brief greeting, Grachev spoke openly and honestly about the new orders sent by the division.

"Who are we operating with?" As soon as Lebed heard that there was a mission, he immediately became nervous, this was his first mission in the 354th regiment.

"It's just us!" Grachev said regretfully.

"It's just us, how is that possible?" When Lebed heard this, he immediately stood up in astonishment.

"It's not because of the paratrooper assessment a year ago, there's no way, the army is like this. There is no backstage and can only be slaughtered. Grachev complained that there was something pretentious about Lebed's words.

"I understand your hardship, I'm also a newcomer, and I only know you here. . . ." Lebed didn't say the latter words, and he didn't need to say it, and from Grachev's eyes, Lebed knew that Grachev had already heard Lebed's intention to take refuge.

"Do you have any plans?" Grachev asked.

"Let me think about it, please? Is there a map of the Pughman area? Lebed hurriedly asked.

Grachev quickly took out a map of the Pagman region and spread it out on his desk, and the two of them took magnifying glasses and studied it carefully.

After half a ring, Grachev threw his magnifying glass aside and rubbed his sour eyes, where Lebed remained lying and watching earnestly. Grachev walked over to the coffee pot, made two cups of coffee, brought them over, and handed Lebed a one.

Lebed took the cup, his eyes still not taking off the map. After a while, Lebed finally stopped being obsessed with the map. He straightened up and said to Grachev: "The area of the Pagman region is not small, although it is a plain, but it is backed by mountains, and it is impossible to catch them with the strength of our regiment alone. If something happens, they will immediately flee into the mountains, and even we immortals can't help them. ”

These words are not new, and what Lebed said about Grachev can also be seen. The Paghman region is located in the northwest of Afghanistan, guarding the two major communication arteries of Afghanistan through the northwest of Kabul, the road to Tezmer in the north and Kandahar in the south is between Paghman and Kabul, and it can be said that the communication line in the west of Kabul is completely under the nose of the Paghman forces.

"Any specific ideas?" Grachev then asked.

"Yes, a little bit of an immature idea." Lebed replied with a smile on his face, Grachev knew that Lebed must be humble, in fact, he was already nine out of ten.

"Tell me what you think!" Grachev couldn't wait to hear Lebed's thoughts.

"I noticed the ambush in our convoy last time, it was interesting there!" Lebed said, pointing to the map. Without waiting for Grachev to ask another question, Lebed had already begun to explain on the map.

"You see, there are mountains on both sides, caves and tunnels in the back, and the Kabul River in front." Grachev nodded in understanding.

"If we block the bridge across the Kabul River and the cave behind it, then the enemy in the gorge will not be able to run at all." Grachev understood what Lebed meant, but he still did not know about Lebed's plan. So he nodded again in understanding.

"If we lure the enemy into the canyon and then lock them inside, we can destroy them in one fell swoop by attacking the enemy in the mountains on both sides of the road with helicopter gunships. So we just need to organize another convoy to pass through there and lure the enemy! The troops that are just used as bait are in great danger and are likely to be completely annihilated. Lebed finished his plan, and he took a sip of his coffee from his cup.

Grachev had thoroughly understood by this time, the plan was perfect, only a decoy was needed, but did the convoy really work? What if the guerrillas don't come! We need a temptation that the enemy can't resist, yes, Seryosha! Grachev already had the perfect decoy in his heart, in the last battle Vasily killed the younger brother of Hafizola, the leader of the armed forces in the Pagman region, as long as we let out the news that Seryosha killed him, Hafizolla has no reason not to come.