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The T-8 is an excellent attack aircraft, mainly used against the armored forces of the enemy on the front line, as well as ground combat crews. This attack aircraft often needs to take off and land at rudimentary front-line airfields, so it has excellent take-off and landing performance, and the fairly smooth runway in the Jalalabad base allows the T-8 to land calmly.

The two fighters landed one after the other, slid for some distance, and stopped.

The ground crews, who had been waiting on both sides, moved the ladder and set it up at the hatch, the hatch was opened, and the pilot, who was smiling on his face, took off his oxygen mask and climbed out of it.

"It's a long distance to fly from the test flight yard." "The seat is too uncomfortable for a long flight, so I have to tell the guys in Sukhoi to modify the seats on this plane," Fedachev said. ”

The flying boots stepped on solid ground, and Figachev watched his partner Sorinovich also walk down, and continued: "However, that special incendiary bomb is really good, it is the best gift for the Afghan guerrillas." ”

As soldiers, it is their duty to obey orders, and now, the battlefield in Afghanistan is the best opportunity to test this kind of aircraft, and the two of them are thinking about how to use the power of this kind of aircraft at this time.

"The aiming system needs to be improved, and those guys just don't want to use advanced on-board computers." Sorinovic complained: "I had a bomb that almost went wrong. ”

"Don't worry about it so much." Figachev said: "Let's go, it's time for a drink." We can't touch the women of Afghanistan, but vodka is an indispensable companion in our lives. ”

Sitting in a ground crew car, the two headed towards the tower, where Flight Base Commander Ilyich was waiting for them.

"Welcome to Afghanistan." Ilyich said to the two of them that with the T-8, their support on the ground would be more powerful, and those Afghan guerrillas had always been a headache for them.

"Is there any wine?" Figachev asked Ilyich that the test pilots both had high ranks, and both of them were of the same rank as Ilyich.

Wine? Hearing the question of the two, Ilyich suddenly had a big head, it is not allowed to drink alcohol in the army, especially in the combat unit, there will be an order to take off to fight at any time, how is it possible to drink?

However, almost all the Soviets are addicted to drinking, and many of their subordinates secretly hide their wine and take a sip when they find an opportunity, and Ilyich can only turn a blind eye, and now, like the two people in front of him, there are too few people who come up directly to ask for wine.

Seeing that Ilyich did not react, Fedachev said: "The ground crew for maintenance will arrive in these two days, and before that, take care of these two planes." ”

The ground staff here will only maintain the Mi-24 helicopter, the T-8 aircraft that has just been developed, and only the personnel of the test flight institute will maintain it.

After saying that, Figachev turned around, took Sorinovich, got into the car of the base, and said to the driver in front: "Go to Jalalabad." ”

"Your Excellencies, you must stay in the base, Jalalabad is dangerous." Ilyich said.

These are two test pilots, and if something happens to them here, Ilyich also has a lot of responsibility.

"Haven't we already taken control of all the cities?" Figachev asked: "Our victory is being celebrated at home, the Afghan guerrillas, just a handful of resistance, will soon be wiped out, what am I afraid of?" ”

After saying that, Figachev said to the driver in front: "Drive!" ”

Test pilots, who deal with death at any time, in terms of technology, they study hard and strive for excellence, and in terms of life, they are very indulgent, as tall and burly Russians, without wine, life is not interesting.

In the test flight yard, there were so many old guys watching, and the two only dared to drink secretly in the dormitory, and now, when they arrived at the field base, they could finally be free.

"Two heroes, you are really my idol, as soon as you arrived, the commander's face turned green." The driver in front of him said to the two people in the back seat as he drove, and at this time, the two were taking off their flight jackets and changing into ordinary clothes in the car.

"Is there a place to drink in Jalalabad?" Fedachev asked, the driver in front of him, even more tempered by him.

"Yes, Jalalabadri, there are a lot of places that sell alcohol, and I know there's a bar that's safer, and it's almost all of our people." The driver said.

Although Afghanistan prohibits alcohol, it does not prevent foreigners from drinking in Afghanistan, in fact, even people from Afghanistan's own country often drink alcohol, and the way to drink whiskey with ice and water is created in Afghanistan.

The strictest period of alcohol prohibition in Afghanistan was limited to the years when the Taliban ruled the country.

Now that the Soviet Union occupies Afghanistan, and the Afghan government is a puppet government of the Soviet Union, it has no time to take care of these things.

In the Soviet Union, the strict planned economy made the middle and lower class people almost have no chance to drink, and these soldiers who came out to fight were facing the danger of exchanging fire with the partisans or even dying at any time, so when the mission was over, a glass of wine was the happiest time for them.

After the driver finished speaking, he looked at the two people behind him and said, "There are special services there, if you need it, I can find you something interesting." ”

In the bar, in addition to selling alcohol, there are also women who work in special trades.

Sorinovich shook his head: "Women are devils, it's better to stay away." ”

Figachev smiled, he knew that Sorinovich, because he was in the test flight yard all the year round, let his wife stay alone in the empty room, as a result, Sorinovich's wife had an affair with a factory worker, when Sorinovich found out, he beat the man hard, and at the same time, divorced his wife.

Since then, Solinovich has been fond of drinking, but he has never looked for women.

Soon, the car stopped in front of a Gorky bar, and the two got out of the car and strode inside.

There were two bartenders at the door, and when they saw the appearance of the two Soviets, they were directly let go.

Inside, Figachev saw that there were Soviet soldiers all around, many of whom had not been disarmed, and the AK-74 rifle was on his back, so he couldn't wait to raise his wine glass.

It's such a great place!

"Two shots of vodka." Mr. Figachev said to the bartender at the bar that the man was a native of Afghanistan.

"Okay." The bartender took out two glasses and filled them with wine.

When the irritating liquid flowed into his mouth, Figachev felt that every cell in his body was extremely relaxed, thinking of the village that was bombed during the day, and he felt that the life in the test flight institute was too dull, and he was simply transferred from the test flight institute to the front line, and he could start fighters and fight every day, which is the life of a pilot!

"One more drink." He drank the wine into his stomach in one gulp and placed the glass on the bar.

"Oh, oh." At this moment, several Soviets suddenly shouted.

Figachev looked over and saw a woman appear on the high platform in the center of the bar, this woman was wearing a transparent sundress, and you could see the black underwear inside, especially the lower body, which made people think about it.

The Soviets shouted with joy and shouted.

"What is this?" Figachev asked.

"A new project that started yesterday, dancing." As he spoke, the bartender watched intently, only to see the woman on the table, jumping and taking off her clothes.

The scene suddenly became more lively.

This is a blonde and blue-eyed Western woman, and Sorinovich watched the woman's waist twist, watched her hips keep making a certain pose, and suddenly felt that she also had some kind of desire.

At this point, the woman looked at her and threw a seductive look.

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"Bones, bones." A donkey cart was walking on a dirt road, its wheels crushing the loess, raising dust half a meter high.

The man in the cart sat listlessly in front, and the whip hung in front of the donkey.

A T-62, standing on the side of the road, with its barrel outward, as if it could fire at any moment, was an improvised barricade.

Several Afghan government soldiers, standing against the sun overhead, stood at the barricades, looking at the donkey cart from far and near.

Before the car arrived, a strong and special smell came over, and they couldn't help but cover their noses.

"Stop!" shouted the squad leader of the Afghan government army, who was holding an AKM rifle and looked at the people in front of him.

"Phew." The people on the donkey cart pulled the cart and looked at the front with some confusion, there was no checkpoint yesterday, how did you set up a checkpoint here today?

"What for?" The squad leader asked.

"Dig up a lot of." The person in the car said, "Do you still need to ask?" ”

There was a large round wooden barrel on the car, placed horizontally, and it constantly exuded a strong and unique smell, and he was still lazy, as if the other party was asking a very idiotic question.

This city, like many cities in Afghanistan, has poor public facilities, public toilets, and several pits, and the smell is terrible underneath, and every once in a while, there will be special people who will dig up the dung to pull it away.

It's the 80s, even in rich Kuwait and Saudi Arabia, there are still such toilets in the cities, and the luxury flushing toilets are not very popular, and even if they are, in a country like Afghanistan that lacks water, it is impossible for every household to use modern sanitation facilities.

"The city is under martial law these days, and no one is allowed to enter." The squad leader shouted with his nose covered.

In fact, he just wanted to ask for some benefits, when others were hiding in the camp to enjoy the cold, he had to come here to expose himself to the sun, how could he be without some benefits.

When the soldiers of the government army are scolded as traitors by the people, they have no shame for a long time, and the only thing they are interested in is making money.