86_86072 What a goddamn weather! James cursed again, and in the team, the Pakistani soldiers who followed the transport, disguised themselves as civilians, and transported the supplies.

Compared to James, the Pakistani fighters are more calm, after all, they are helping their Afghan brothers, since the Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan, not only the war burned all over Afghanistan, but also, the border areas of Pakistan have become unstable, often Soviet planes cross the airspace, into the skies over Pakistan, and several air battles have broken out.

Their feet stepped on the heavy snow on the ground, and the people in front had already stepped the snow out of the snow nests one by one, and they were trampled flat, and when the people behind walked by, it had become a layer of dark ice, and their military boots were soaked.

James looked at the rolling mountains, cursed a few words, and then stepped on the snow again, he also knew the importance of this mission, vented his dissatisfaction, collected his mood, and continued to step on the snow.

The donkeys were used to haul the goods, and even James himself had to walk together in the snow.

And at the rear, there were several rocket launchers towed by donkeys, the barrels of which were not heavy, but the snow was too thick, and the Pakistani soldiers pushed behind them, exhausted.

In this way, walking step by step, these hundreds of kilometers of mountain roads have made them suffer enough.

"Alert." Suddenly, a Pakistani soldier, who was walking in front, shouted to the back.

With his shout, all the soldiers quickly took out their automatic rifles from the donkey's body and looked warily into the distance and to the sides.

There are mountains on both sides, and only this valley in the middle is long and narrow, and it is very vulnerable to ambushes.

On the hills on both sides, even throwing some stones down was enough for them.

A dozen figures on horseback appeared in the distance, which made them inexplicably a little excited, and it was not the Soviets who came in front, but ...

Afghan guerrillas!

The horse's hooves stepped on the snow, leaving footprints one by one, and the man on horseback, with the same excited expression, looked at this side.

"Long live the Holy War!" The person in front shouted and said loudly to the transport detachment: "We were sent by Instructor Muhammad to pick us up, and you have worked hard. ”

James threw away the cigar in his mouth and said to the rider at the front, "Hewaja, I know you, I've seen you in the guerrillas. ”

"Mr. James, you've done a great job." Hewaja said.

After entering the mountains of Afghanistan, James's hard life was finally over, and he handed over the goods to the Afghan guerrillas, while himself, rode one of the other horse.

Hewaja looked at these supplies with a smile on his face, and after learning that the American side had transported the supplies, Mhammad immediately sent Hewaja and led a dozen people to meet him.

At the same time, also to protect them, the Wakhan Corridor was too dangerous, and in Mhammad's memory, when the Soviets discovered it, they would often come here to sneak attack.

Khwaja looked at the multiple rocket launchers behind him, and was even more excited, with these weapons, it would be even more handy to fight the Soviets in the future, and besides, these rocket launchers are so small that they can be pulled by horses to fight guerrilla attacks in the mountains.

It's just that... Now it seems that there is some trouble, and the heavy snow is making these donkeys and Pakistanis miserable, just look at the way they look at the wolf bèi in the back.

"Here, we're here to help." Hewaja said, dismounting from his horse.

"What are you going to do?" The Pakistani soldiers asked, looking at the dozen or so people who had arrived, took out wrenches, pliers, and began to use their hands on the MLRS.

"Take it apart." As he spoke, Hevaja quickly removed the two tires and began to disassemble the rocket launch tubes on them one by one in order.

After disassembling the rocket launchers, Hewaja and the others put them on their horses, a multiple rocket launcher, which could be easily carried by three horses.

Seeing these rocket launchers being disassembled, the Pakistani soldier who was traveling with him said: "This is a good solution, after dismantling it, go back and put it back together, by the way, why are you so familiar with this kind of rocket artillery?" ”

Hewaja took out the last screw, put it in a cloth bag, and said, "Actually, we are not familiar with it at all, this is the first time it has been removed. ”

They had only seen rockets a month ago, and this rocket artillery was the first time they had seen them.

The Pakistani soldiers were shocked: "Then aren't all these rocket launchers scrapped?" ”

"We'll just tear it down." "When I go back, Instructor Mhammad will put it back together," Hewaja said. ”

Before they came out, Mhammad considered that it would be very troublesome to transport the MLRS in this weather, so he gave it to Hewaja, disassembled it, put it on the horses they had brought, and assembled it when they returned.

As long as it wasn't too violently disassembled by Hewaja and missing parts, Mhammad could have been completely easily reassembled.

After dismantling, the Pakistani soldiers in the back were relieved for a while, their task had been completed.

With the exception of James, the rest of the Pakistani soldiers completed their mission, turned around in the mountains ahead, and returned to Pakistan.

James sat on the back of a horse and hummed a ditty.

"Your Excellency James, before we set off, Your Excellency Mhammad repeatedly told us to be careful, hidden, and not to reveal our whereabouts." Seeing James holding a cigar and riding a horse, Hewaja couldn't help but say.

"The Soviets would not have discovered the secret passage here, and now that the weather is so cold, the ghost will believe that someone is walking here." James said: "If I didn't have to discuss the follow-up support with His Excellency Mhammad, I wouldn't have bothered to go to the mountains with you, it's like hell here." ”

James said it simply, like the expression of a rich man when he gives alms to a beggar.

Hewaja looked around, now that he had entered the Afghan region, he had been very calm all the way, and the road back should be smooth.

The Soviets would not have acted at this time.

Unbeknownst to Hevaja, at this moment, overhead, a reconnaissance satellite flew by quickly.

The satellite's camera rotates constantly, and finally points at the ground, locks, zooms in, and transmits the signal back to the ground through guò synchronous satellite transmission.

Several KGB intelligence analysts stared at this enlarged satellite image, extremely solemn.

"Immediately send the intelligence to the 108th Division of the 40th Army, they know what to do." This was stated by one of the leaders of the KGB.

"Director, those people in the 108th Division are too weak in combat, we should mobilize the GRU people over to avenge Unit A!"

"That's what it means." The leader of the KGB said: "The captain of Unit A who died last time is the son of the commander of the 108th Division, don't worry, the 108th Division will not lose this time." ”

Soon, top-secret information was put on Kulikov's desk.

With this information, Kulikov's eyes appeared in front of his son's resolute face, the last time he saw his son was three years ago, when his troops were not stationed in Afghanistan, and now, he will never see him.

Faced with the attack on his own airfield, Kulikov did not immediately mobilize all his troops and went into the mountains to find a decisive battle with the partisans, and Kulikov had gradually understood that this method could not effectively fight the partisans except for losing more fighters.

It is better to dispatch a battalion or a regiment of troops, than to dispatch a platoon or even a squad of men after finding the guerrillas' nest!

Kulikov stood still and set his sights on the Wakhan Corridor, since the weapons of this partisan army were transported from the Eastern countries, the Wakhan Corridor was the only way to go.

With the help of reconnaissance satellites overhead, they reconnoitred the Wakhan corridor several times a day, and after a month, they finally discovered this transport detachment, followed it several times, and confirmed that it had been connected with the Afghan guerrillas.

"Order, the reconnaissance company of the 181st regiment, parachuted into the Chahan corridor." Kulikov said: "Follow behind the Afghan guerrillas transporting weapons, find the base of the Afghan guerrillas, and completely eliminate this guerrilla group!" ”

Kulikov's fist smashed on the table, and the thick yellow pear table, was smashed into a crack.

Avenge your son! If Kulikov hadn't taken on the heavy responsibility of commanding the whole division, he would really have personally followed him to participate in the battle, armed with an AK74 rifle, and annihilated all this partisan army!

"Your Excellency, Division Commander, why don't we just send a few people to follow and wait until we find the base of the Afghan guerrillas, and then call for reinforcements?" Chief of Staff Belgrade said: "It is freezing outside, and I am afraid that from here you will have to go around the mountains for several days before you can find traces of the Afghan guerrillas." ”

Intuitively, Belgrade felt that Kulikov's tactics were inappropriate, after all, the Wakhan Corridor was still a long way from where the Afghan guerrillas were stationed.

Kulikov shook his head: "No, if it were other Afghan guerrillas, we might be able to do this, we must be cautious about this one, I have a hunch that our hinds, as long as they are close to the mountains, that cunning Mkhamad will find out, and they will immediately burrow deeper into the mountains and never be found again." ”

The fact that this partisan detachment was able to carry out a major attack on the airfield shows the superiority of the commander, and Kulikov, although anxious for revenge, also knew that he had to be cautious.

In the darkness of the night, there was a rumbling sound in the sky, and three Mi-8 helicopters, nicknamed hippos, had a big belly landing on a wide ground in the Wakhan corridor.

Soviet soldiers in winter combat uniforms, jumping from above, they were all fighters of the most elite reconnaissance company, and from the posture they disembarked from the plane, from even a small vigilance of their movements, it was clear that they were excellent soldiers who had been battle-hardened