"Buzz, buzz." A Steyr heavy truck, driving in the mountains of northern Afghanistan, the driving wheels of the rear double axle, were pressed soft, obviously, here is also overloaded and popular, just look at the ore loaded on it, I am afraid there are forty or fifty tons.

Only one car is allowed to drive on the mountain road, so the car coming from the opposite direction, seeing the car from a distance, is waiting in the right place, if you want to reverse, it is an empty car to reverse, this is the rule here.

When the car gasped and climbed up a hill, the driver got down from it, although he was also wearing the robes that are common here, but the lines and outlines of his face had obvious North Caucasian characteristics, this is a Soviet!

"Shostako, this trip is good, how many tons did you pull?" A car came across the street, and an Afghan got out of the car and asked him.

In Afghanistan, the Soviets and Afghans can still live in peace, which is simply unimaginable, even if the superiors quietly make peace, the following is still like a great enemy, and here, the two sides seem to be good friends.

Shostako, whose real name is Ivanov-Shostakovich, was a fighter of the Soviet special forces, during an operation, his squad was abandoned from above, and the last of him was killed in battle, and finally, when he woke up again, he found himself in a hospital in the Panjshir Valley, and it was the Afghans who saved him.

He should have felt lucky that it wasn't Osama's forces fighting him, but the gentle Durrannie's.

After recovering from his wounds, Shostakovich integrated into life here, teaching the fighters here to use Soviet weapons, including captured tanks and armored vehicles, but he would not go to the battlefield again. If he confronts his own country's army, he can't do it for the time being.

At the same time, the Afghan government also gave him a lot of autonomy, and later, he contracted such a heavy truck to earn freight. After more than a year of work, the car paid off.

Compared with the Soviet system, he liked it more, at least he didn't have to worry about eating and drinking, and he was very rich.

"Forty-five tons." Shostakovich said: "This time it was a bit too much, so you have to pay attention when you go down. ”

As he spoke, he turned on the faucet, and every car that ran in the mountains had been transformed. With a large water tank on my back and the pipes already paved, the water will be poured directly on the brake drum, and while watering, it will go downhill, so that when the brakes are pressed, it will not overheat.

The hillside is just a fuel drain, this downhill. If you are not careful, you will have a serious accident. Shostakovich was cautious.

By the time we got out of the mountains, it was already evening, and after eating something at a small shop on the side of the road, Shostakovich was ready to travel overnight and arrive tomorrow at a steel mill in Pakistan to transport the ore.

Just as he finished eating. I saw a few people, drove an SUV, and came to the side of his car.

"Shostakovich?" A man in the uniform of the Free Afghan Army got out of the car.

"Well, it's me." Shostakovich said.

"Congratulations, you can return to the Soviet Union." "The Soviet Union negotiated with our government. We decided to release all the prisoners of war. ”

Return to the USSR? Shostakovich shook his head: "No, I'm not leaving, I'm doing well here." ”

When you go back to the Soviet Union, you have to queue up to buy a piece of bread, you can't buy it with money, and like him, even if you return to the Soviet Union, even if you fake the identity of a prisoner of war for him, what can you do? It's definitely better to live comfortably here! He even plans to change his faith and get a wife here.

"Shostakovich, you have a more important task." The visitor said, "Please come with us." ”

"My truck." Shostakovich said: "I still have ore to transport. ”

"Don't worry about your truck, we can always give you a new one if you need it." The visitor continued.

I got into the buggy and drove all the way to Islamabad in the mountain road.

What's up? Who exactly is looking for himself? And what are the tasks? Shostakovich was very strange.

After entering Islamabad, the convoy continued onwards into a building in the city centre.

After the briefing, the car waited for a while before driving in, and after another half an hour in the next room, Shostakovich was finally taken to a large office.

A young man walked towards Shostakovich and said: "Shostakovich, I have heard your name for a long time, but I am busy with affairs and have not seen you all the time, this time I finally saw you, the war will eventually go away, only after experiencing the war, you will know the preciousness of peace, you are a witness to the friendship between our Afghanistan and the Soviet Union." ”

What the other party said made Shostakovich feel a warm current in his heart, he was dead to his boss, and at the same time, he did not completely betray his homeland, the other party gave himself this position, which is a testimony to the friendship between Afghanistan and the Soviet Union, and it is a statement that he can accept.

Who is this person? is very young, but looking at the momentum exuded by the other party's gestures, he is definitely a big man, and he is in the capital of Pakistan, right?

Shostakovich's heart became inexplicably excited: "Excuse me, are you Pakistani President Mhammad?" ”

"Yes, that's me." "This time, the Soviet Union applied to us for the release of prisoners of war, and all Soviets can return to their homeland," Mhammad said. ”

"I'm not a prisoner of war." "I don't want to go back to the Soviet Union, I like it very much, and if I can, I would even like to be a Afghan or Pakistani citizen," Shostakovich said. ”

Shostakovich never treated himself as a prisoner of war, a prisoner of war, he was called a prisoner of war only after surrendering, he was captured after being injured and unconscious, he did not surrender at all, he was not a prisoner of war.

"Oh? Why do you like it here? Mhammad asked.

It is also quite rare for a Soviet person to be able to like this land.

"There are abundant minerals, wealth can be obtained through one's own labor, and food is plentiful and there are no restrictions. I love it. Shostakovich said.

The system of big pot rice will not stimulate people's enthusiasm for work at all, and the old man of the Soviet Union, everyone will stay in their posts for a long time if nothing else, until the people above are gone, and they can vacate their positions, so that there is no chance of promotion, and it makes people lose their vitality, and the privileged class has also appeared, and the lower-level officers have no way out.

And here, at least through guò labor, there is no problem in getting rich, what you want, you can get it with your own hands, Shostakovich is very satisfied here.

"Well, but, you should also know that reforms are also going on in the Soviet Union." "The Soviet Union needs reform to rejuvenate itself, and now it needs some nimble people to help them do it," Mhammad said. ”

What did Shostakovich mean by what Hammad said?

"The Soviet Union will change the direction of the country, from military struggle to economic development, so that many military industries are in danger of being eliminated, and these industries will be exported abroad, and many military researchers will also be at risk of being laid off, I hope that after you go back, you can help them get rich." "The Soviet Union has a large number of stocks of arms, which are no longer needed, and can be exchanged for foreign exchange through exports, while in Africa and other countries, arms are needed, so after you go back, you can use your connections in the army to find your comrades-in-arms, former classmates, to help the Soviet Union reform and exchange for foreign exchange," Mhammad said. ”

Of course, Mhammad knew that with Gorbachev's perestroika, the whole Soviet Union would be active, and if there was a way to make money, it would be realized.

Taking advantage of the loopholes in management, those high-ranking officials can openly sell those weapons and use them in exchange for foreign exchange, which, of course, flows into their own pockets. Like the KGB, they used the channels at their disposal to secretly sell caviar and make a lot of money.

As for the people in the lower classes, they still don't get the benefits. There is still nothing to buy in the store.

Wealth will not disappear, it will only be transferred, and in later generations, when the Soviet edifice collapsed, the wealth of countless Soviet people disappeared in an instant, in fact, it has already been transferred.

Another example is the stock market crisis, where the property of countless shareholders has evaporated in the stock market, but in fact, these wealth have not disappeared, but have only been transferred to other people's pockets.

Mhammad is not a savior, it has nothing to do with him whether the Soviet Union will collapse or not, what he needs is to get enough benefits from it, and now, he needs to arrange in advance.

He needed a Soviet, someone who could operate within the USSR in exchange for weapons. Now, Shostakovich is the perfect candidate.

Now it's just a matter of convincing him with righteousness, and when he really throws himself into the middle, he will definitely like the feeling of an arms dealer!

"The Soviet people, need your help." Mhammad said.

Hearing this, Shostakovich felt a surge of blood, the education he received since he was a child, the continuous ideological education after joining the army, gave him a sense of honor, and now, Mhammad's words made him pluck up courage.

"Okay, I'm willing to go back." Shostakovich said.

"Well, you can go to some of your buddies and buy some of those old AK47s in stock and give them to African countries." "We'll have someone to help you with specific actions," Mhammad said. (To be continued......)