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The company commander, Gil Kochakin, stood on the snow with a stout cylindrical thing in his hand, opened it and looked in all directions.

This is a low-light night vision device, a good thing for night fighting, expensive to build, rarely equipped with individual soldiers, only the reconnaissance company is equipped with this one, with this thing, at night, you can observe the hidden enemy.

Although he had long been sure that it was safe, Gilkochagin looked around, and there were no enemies in ambush on the mountains on either side.

The snow was still falling, the wind was cold, and everyone's faces were red from the cold in their close-fitting military coats.

Jir Kochagin looked at the ground, the snow would soon cover the footprints left in front of him, and now it was time to continue the pursuit.

Jir Kochagin made a gesture, and the whole company, along the vast snow in the canyon, chased after him.

Their uniforms are all white, and in this kind of place, even if they are only hundreds of meters apart, they can't see them clearly, and they are completely mixed with the surrounding snow.

When the sun rose again, the snow finally stopped, but the temperature began to continue to drop, and the cold wind blew the snowflakes, and it was impossible to see people a few meters away.

In this case, even the most hardy Eskimos will choose to stay in the house and burn firewood for warmth.

There was silence all around, except for the whirring of the wind, except for the two teams that were almost a thousand meters apart.

Gil Kochakin's company, having caught up, could have made sure that he had completely eliminated the transport detachment and killed the Afghan guerrillas, which he had not done.

These people are not his prey, and he wants to follow this transport team, follow the vines, and find the location of the guerrillas.

It's a long process, and they're like a pack of hungry wolves in the wasteland, quietly stalking their prey.

"How long do we have to go, Lord Hewaja?" Riding on horseback, James asked Gawaja.

"Two days to go." "After crossing the mountain in front of us, we should walk south, the mountain road is not easy to walk, especially after the snow, and the mountain road is much more slippery than the canyon here," Hewaja said. ”

When I came, I was riding a horse and walking for a day, but now I am carrying things, almost as fast as I am on foot.

James took a flask from his back, and when he came, he filled it with a high degree of brandy.

Raising his head, James wanted to take a sip, only to find that the wine in the jug was frozen hard.

"No, I'm going to make a fire." James said.

"Lord James, starting a fire will expose our target." Hewaja said, is this American really unreliable, thinking that it is winter and he is completely safe?

As soon as Hewaja finished speaking, he saw James take a gun from his back, open the safety, and pull the trigger.

"Dah." A bullet, flying out of the muzzle, in the silent valley, the sound of gunfire spread far away.

Suddenly, Hewaja was shocked, this Yankee was unwilling not to expose his whereabouts.

"Drive." James ignored Hewaja, spanked the horse's buttocks, and galloped forward.

A pheasant fluttered and wanted to fly, and a red mark flowed on the snow.

James jumped off the horse and grabbed the pheasant in his hand, it was cold, and the pheasant didn't eat much, it wasn't very fat, but after eating dry food for more than ten days in a row, it was really good to have this pheasant to eat.

James took off the steel helmet he was carrying on his back, although it was cold and he put on a cotton hat, in order to prevent attack, he still carried a steel helmet on his back, which came in handy at this time.

Turn the steel helmet over, fill it with snow, prop it up, boil it, and then fade the chicken feathers!

Watching James play with great interest, Hewaja felt a fire burning in his chest, this guy, if it was someone from his own guerrilla team, Hewaja would have picked up a big-eared scraper and whipped him.

James didn't have any other thoughts, in fact, he was too tired, the hardships of this way, so that he felt that he had to make up for himself, just had this pheasant, faded his hair and roasted it, and then melted the wine, which suddenly made him feel how beautiful this life was!

As for the Soviets, where would there be Soviets in such a cold place! The Soviets must have been hiding in the big cities.

James was very cautious when escorting the Pakistanis, and now that the guerrillas have come to pick him up, James has already completed his mission. Now he is under no pressure.

"Your Excellency, we are going to move on." Hewaja said, "I'll leave you with someone to take you back to base." ”

Hevaja won't wait for James to have a barbecue here, and it's dangerous here before he returns to base.

"You don't have to keep anyone." James said, "You go first, there will be footprints, and when I finish eating, I will go to you immediately." ”

Hewaja had already brought a dozen people and pulled dozens of donkeys, which was originally insufficient, and now he left one for James, just for the purpose of taking care of his friends.

And now, James said no, so with a smile on the corner of his mouth, Hewaja led the transportation team and continued to hurry.

Hewaja saw through James's mind at a glance, this guy, hit a pheasant, roasted, it was enough for him to eat alone, if he left a guerrilla to come, he would definitely score half of the partisans, this guy refused.

This American... Hewaja was speechless, anyway, this guy has a horse, and when he is full and drunk, he will catch up.

The detachment of transport was gone, leaving James, who was in the middle of the road, triumphantly watching the snow in his helmet melt and boil, and then put the pheasant in, just right.

Stripped of his feathers and dressed with a bayonet, James began his own barbecue, unbeknownst to him, some of the people behind him were miserable.

Jirkochagin squatted on the snow and looked at the guy in the distance with a telescope, frowning incessantly.

Just now, the Afghan in front fired a shot, which immediately startled Gilkochakin, and his men immediately turned on the safety of the bolt, but fortunately did not go off.

Only then did he find out that it was one of the guys who shot a pheasant!

It turned out to be a stunned young man, transporting these weapons, what a top-secret mission, actually shot and killed a pheasant! Are these guerrillas really out of food?

James was wearing thick clothes, only his face was exposed, he hadn't shaved for several days, and he had turned into a long beard, which made Jir Kochagin in the back unaware that this guy was originally an American.

Gil Kochagin took his own men, hid behind, and just waited like this, watching the transport detachment disappear from sight.

chased all night plus half a day, and chased in vain.

Could it be that his whereabouts have been leaked, and this guy is here to stop him? It's not like it at all, watching this guy find firewood, light a fire, boil water, and scald his hair, it turns out that he is a complete foodie.

Gil Kochakin stared dryly, looking at this guy in the distance, the valley here, a man is closed, this guy is in the way, and he can't get through.

Cliffs on both sides, go around it, climb the cliffs? Jirkochakin shook his head, it was too dangerous, especially when it was snowing, and after last night's severe cold, under the heavy snow, there was dark ice, and it was impossible to climb up at all.

The platoon commander on the side, Kryshevich, made a gesture to Jirkokchagin to wipe his neck, signaling that he wanted to kill him.

Now the guy is concentrating on the barbecue, crawling close to him, and then taking him out, it's easy, the whole reconnaissance company is white, even the guns are white, in the snow, it won't be detected.

However, this guy is clearly a guy with a position in the guerrillas, otherwise he would not have ridden a horse alone, and he would have eaten alone here. It's easy to kill him, but if you do, you might be aware of the guerrillas in front.

If they find that the people behind them are gone, the guerrillas will know that there are stalkers behind them, and it will not be easy to find their bases, and these guerrillas, all of whom are very hard-hearted, will take a prisoner, interrogate the dead, and will not tell the guerrillas' secrets.

Gilkochagin shook his head vigorously, so Kryshevich had no choice but to give up.

James, who was barbecuing, didn't know that he had gone out of the ghost gate, he was concentrating on barbecuing, roasting pheasants is also a technical job, roasting old, firewood, not delicious, not enough heat, and raw.

When he saw the pheasant oil running down, James finally couldn't help it, tore off a piece of meat on it with his hand, and ate it.

After a few bites and a sip of wine, James ate to the fullest.

The smell of roast pheasant, along with the wind, spread to the back, and the Soviet soldiers of the entire company were constantly swallowing and foaming.

Seeing that the guy in front of him was gulping down, Kryshevich made another gesture to Gilkochakin, he applied to go and kill the guy, and... Then he roasted the leftover chicken and ate it, even if it was a bone, it could be chewed and eaten.

By this time, the sun had turned to the west and had been going on for two hours.

Finally, Gilkochagin nodded, he couldn't wait any longer, the longer the time dragged on, the farther the guerrillas in front of him ran, maybe this guy was deliberately trying to get in the way and hinder his own pursuit.

Seeing the nod of Gilkochakin, Kryshevich pulled out a dagger from behind him, held it in his hand, and slowly crawled out of the snow cave where he was hiding.

This is not an ordinary dagger, it is the NRS-2 dagger gun that the Soviet special forces are only equipped with, which is the product of the combination of the dagger and the micro-sound gun, the handle of this dagger, which can shoot 7.62mm special bullets, killing invisibly.

Damn the Afghans! Kryševich cursed inwardly as he slowly crawled forward, getting closer and closer to James.

At this time, James was eating with a mouth full of oil and an appetite