"Can this fly?"

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"I said, can you two big men hurry up!"

Luo Qing rushed over and pushed the throttle stick to the end.

There was a deafening roar from the engine, but the transport plane did not move.

"Brake!"

"Don't worry, let the engine reach its maximum rev first." Churkin stopped Wang Dong, who was sitting in the passenger seat. "Listen to me...... Three, two, one, release the brakes! ”

As Wang Dong released the brakes, the bulky transport plane finally moved.

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Wang Dong stared at the speedometer, and so did Churkin.

Behind, a few hundred meters away, a group of armored vehicles was rushing towards this side.

Because the base guards were about to arrive, they had no time to taxi to the runway, so they could only take off on the taxiway outside the bunker, which was less than 800 meters long.

This distance is simply too short for this bulky An-22 transport aircraft.

Under normal conditions, the take-off run distance of the An-22 is 1,300 meters, and even with light loads, it takes about a thousand meters.

Not even 800 meters, it's too short.

"Listen to me count to one and pull back the joystick. Three, two, one! ”

The pointer of the speedometer is still in the red zone, but the transport plane is about to rush to the end of the taxiway, and if it does not take off, it will not want to take off.

The two of them pulled back the joystick, and the nose of the transport plane was raised.

"Get up, get up, big ass fly up!" Churkin shouted loudly, as if he could use this method to get the transport plane flying.

The front wheels have left the ground, but the main wheels have not left the ground.

The transport plane began to jolt violently, meaning that it had rushed out of the taxiway.

Fortunately, "Made in Russia" has always been known for its sturdiness and durability, let alone a large transport aircraft with a maximum take-off weight of more than 200 tons.

After gliding on the lawn for a few hundred meters, the main wheels of the An-22 finally left the ground.

When the transport plane was no longer bumpy, Wang Dong and Churkin breathed a long sigh of relief.

It's thrilling, but it's not dangerous.

On the ground, the armored convoy had already arrived, but did not fire at the lift-off transport aircraft.

After calming down, Wang Dong found that Luo Qing had left the cockpit.

"I'll take a look at the back."

Churkin nodded, the transport plane had risen into the air and could be piloted by one person.

Behind the cockpit is a not-so-large crew compartment capable of carrying dozens of passengers, and beyond that there is a ridiculously large cargo compartment.

The cargo compartment is not pressurized, but the flight altitude of the transport aircraft is still very low.

Luo Qing was in the cargo hold, looking through a list.

The An-22 was parked next to the tower and was filled with fuel, because the guards arrived, and Wang Dong did not have time to inspect the cargo.

"What did you find?"

"See for yourself." Luo Qing handed the list of goods to Wang Dong, and then walked towards the nearest pile of goods.

After a glance, Wang Dong was stunned.

At this time, Luo Qing ripped off the canvas on the pile of goods.

Not a bunch, but one, an almost brand new infantry fighting vehicle of the BMP-3 type!

Not just one, but two.

Of course, all three BMP-3s are second-hand, they were only serviced before being loaded on the transport plane, and they look like they have just left the factory.

At the very back of the cargo compartment, there is also a cargo pallet with a base of ammunition on it.

On the last page of the list of goods, there are three English letters at the place where the payment is made.

AFG。

What do you mean?

Afghanistan!?

"AFG" is the country code for Afghanistan.

Could it be that this shipment will be sent to Afghanistan?

Wang Dong suddenly understood.

Obviously, Tupolev had been smuggling arms and had bribed the commander of the base, so by the time Wang Dong and the others arrived, the base guards had already withdrawn.

It is precisely in this way that the transport plane was refueled in advance.

As for the pilots of the transport plane, after putting their personal luggage on the transport plane, they went to the tower to wait, but they were killed by Luo Qing.

Because it was not known who was piloting the transport plane, the base guard unit did not fire at the transport plane.

It's just that after the body in the tower is found, the base guard unit will react, and then the nearby air defense forces will be contacted.

Perhaps, the fighters of the Russian Aerospace Forces have already risen into the air.

No, not so quickly.

This is arms smuggling, and it is arms smuggling to Afghanistan, even if Tupolev's forces are monstrous, he will not dare to blatantly mess around.

The commander of the base will not lose his life.

Also, the transport plane was originally scheduled to take off at this time.

Well, they will be silent.

Thinking of this, Wang Dong returned to the cockpit and turned the pilot's luggage out.

Sure enough, inside the captain's bag was a list of call codes.

"What is this?"

"Call Code." Wang Dong gave the code list to Churkin. "Do you know how to use it?"

Churkin nodded, snapping the code sheet onto the dashboard in front of him.

The so-called code is to answer the corresponding code when asked, so that the ground control center knows that it is "your own person".

To put it simply, this code list is the gold medal for transporters.

If not, it will soon be shot down by fighters of the Russian Aerospace Forces or anti-aircraft missiles.

A few hours later, somewhere in Siberia.

The "Il-76" was still unloading, and Boris left the base in an off-road vehicle with several of his men, as well as Churkin's fiancée Nania.

Boris never imagined that Churkin was not only alive, but also went to the Mignov airbase.

Does that fool have the power of an unpredictable prophet?

Of course, this is not something to consider right now.

Tupolev only asked Boris to bring Nania with him, but did not let him kill Churkin, and did not know that Churkin had returned to Moscow at the time.

Now that Nania is here, Boris has done his job.

It's just that when he met Tupolev, Boris knew that things were not so simple.

"I just received information that someone stole a transport aircraft with three BMP-3 infantry fighting vehicles that was supposed to fly to Kunduz at the Mignov airbase."

Boris's brow jumped a few times.

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

"Churkin." Boris did not dare to hide it. "He has already returned to Moscow, and he arrived at the Mignov airbase at the time of our departure."

"Just him, able to steal an An-22 transport plane!?"

"He has an assistant."

"Assistant?"

"Maybe it's a subordinate who came back with him."

"Tell me, what do I do now?" Tupolev's face was ugly.

"He can steal an An-22, he must know about it. It's just that he only has one subordinate, just two people. Boris paused slightly, then added, "They are all special forces, and in this case, they will inevitably try to penetrate the outer defense line of the base." ”

"Let's make arrangements."

As soon as Tupolev said this, Boris breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly left.