The range of the dagger gun is not high, and the gun is very difficult to aim, and it must be close to have enough accuracy, Krisevich kept staring at the James who only knew how to eat, while slowly crawling forward, as long as he got close to the distance of ten meters, he was able to kill the Afghan guerrilla and open the way forward for his side.

That chicken, leave some for Lao Tzu! How did you eat all two chicken thighs? Kryshevich crawled while cursing the foodie in his heart.

Suddenly, James, who was eating, raised his head and looked around, and when he looked at Krisevich's side, Kryshevic immediately lowered his head, could it be that he was discovered by this guy?

Boil water, remove chicken feathers, barbecue, and eat again, before you know it, James has spent more than two hours, watching that the sun has set in the west, James knows that he can't delay any longer, after dark, the road is not easy to find.

Half-satisfied, James wrapped the leftover chicken in his clothes, not afraid that the greasy chicken would stain his clothes, he poured the water from his helmet on the fire, extinguished the fire, and then turned over on his horse.

Looking at the figure in front of him who was riding away on horseback, Kryshevich couldn't wait to rush forward immediately, and the distance between the two sides was only a short fifteen meters! He only needs to get five meters closer, at a distance of ten meters, and he can kill this guy with a whispering dagger gun, and now, he can only watch this guy run away with half a roast chicken.

"Keep up with him!" A voice came from behind him.

Now that it was getting dark, it would be more difficult to track at night, and Gil Kochagin knew he had no choice but to follow quickly.

The Afghan partisans in front, although they rode horses, did not dare to ride too fast in such heavy snow, and the Soviet fighters behind could calmly follow him.

James didn't know that there were so many Soviets behind him, he was greedy, let the guerrillas go first, originally, he planned to follow the footprints of those guerrillas, he could catch up, but after it was dark, it began to snow heavily, in the reflection of the snow, looking at the surrounding area turned into endless snow again, and he couldn't see the traces in front of him, James suddenly became anxious.

The guerrillas would not always be walking in the Wakhan corridor, and when they had walked a little longer, they would have gone into the mountains to the south, and James saw that there was no sign of people walking in front of him, and then saw that there was a mountain road on the left, and immediately turned his horse's head and followed into the mountain road.

In fact, James knew in his heart that it was the best choice for him to wait here, and Hewaja found that he did not follow, and he would definitely send someone to search for him, but remembering that he was lagging behind because of gluttony, if he let people look for him again, James felt that he had no face to see Mhammad again, and he believed that his luck was very good, and he would definitely be able to catch up with that guerrilla.

In this way, James left the Wakhan Corridor and plunged headlong into the mountains of the Pamirs.

The Soviet soldiers behind them did not know that this guy James was lost, and they could not find any traces of the partisans in front, so they could only follow the guys in front, and the heavy snow fell on them and soon melted.

James walked for half the night, a little tired, the half of the roast chicken in his arms was already frozen stiff, he tore off a piece of meat vigorously, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

The heavy snow stopped again, and you could see the starlight in the sky overhead, and the snow around you was also reflecting, and the surrounding qiē was so unfamiliar.

Where are you? James kept recalling his route in his head, and his heart began to gradually become a little panicked, as if he was lost!

Damn it! How can you get lost! James was very depressed in his heart, there was heavy snow everywhere, and when he ran out of dry food and couldn't find the guerrillas, he would definitely freeze to death here!

Go back to where you are, Hewaja will definitely send someone to look around! Thinking of this, James was just about to turn the horse's head when he heard a shout from in front of him: "Stop, who are you?" ”

In the snow in front of them, two people appeared, dressed in Afghan robes and turbans, with only their eyes exposed, and the scarves around their mouths were covered with ice ballast in front of them, but their feet, without wearing anything, stood barefoot in the snow, their feet had turned black.

In their hands, the two men held the Eiffel MKIII rifle, which was a weapon of the Third Afghan War, and they pulled the bolt, and with a bang, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at James.

James' eyes suddenly rejoiced: "Thank God, I finally found you!" Take me to your captain! ”

After saying that, James patted his horse and was about to move forward.

"Stop!" The two guerrillas were even more nervous and said, "Who are you?" ”

Where would people move around in this snowy weather? Unless it's Soviet!

"I'm American." James said, "I'm here to provide you with weapons." ”

James ripped off the scarf on his face, revealing a Westerner's face, not a Soviet.

American? The two guerrilla sentries slowly relaxed: "You are here to supply us with weapons?" ”

Their guerrillas were too backward in their weapons, and they were both sentinels with these two rifles, while in their guerrilla garrisons, there were less than twenty guns in total, and some of them were armed with scimitars.

Now, this person is actually here to supply weapons to his own side? Or the Americans? That's just great!

However, still unable to relax, one of the guerrillas glanced at the other, and he stepped forward and began to search James and his horse, which found several cans of American canned food on horseback, and the two of them immediately drooled.

"I'll give it to you." James said that at this time, he had begun to wonder in his heart, looking at the appearance of these people, they did not look like the guerrillas of Mhammad at all, and he should have met another guerrilla.

This guerrilla force, which has not yet received assistance from outside, is very poorly equipped.

Although the United States and other Western countries spared no effort to support the Afghan guerrillas in their struggle against the Soviet Union, the number of Afghan guerrillas was too large, and three or five people, or a dozen or so, could fight the Soviets when they were organized together.

And the principle of the United States, as long as there is a guerrilla to connect with him, he must support it, and now, since he has encountered this guerrilla force, James will naturally not give up the opportunity.

"Thank you." The two of them said, holding the can, not knowing how to open it, one of the guerrillas took out a bayonet, picked up the can, looked at the beef inside, although it was frozen hard, still picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

The guerrillas sound very majestic, but now, many guerrillas are struggling to survive, they fight the Soviet Union, they are not paid, and they have to find ways to get guns and ammunition, and the Afghan people, who were already poor, are now even poorer.

Under the leadership of Mhammad, guerrillas who constantly won battles, had aid from outside, and at the same time grabbed weapons and food from the Soviets, are very rare in Afghanistan today.

"Please come with us." After eating the canned food, the attitude of the two towards James suddenly changed, put away the gun, carried it behind the body, stepped on the snow, and took James towards the valley.

James was slightly happy in his heart, at least he could sleep peacefully tonight.

After walking five or six miles, in the middle of the valley, a cave appeared, and at the entrance of the cave, an AKM automatic rifle with a bipod was erected, which was already their strongest firepower.

Seeing that the two brought back a person, the guerrillas in front of the automatic rifle at the entrance of the cave immediately asked: "Herris, who is this?" ”

"It's the Americans, who have come to our aid, and they want to see the captain."

"Who's going to give us help?" A voice came from inside the hole.

A middle-aged Afghan, out of a cave, wearing the same robes, a pair of Soviet military boots on his feet, a pistol at his waist, and some sunken eye sockets.

"Hello, my name is James and I'm from the CIA." James said to the guerrilla leader: "We in the United States are very supportive of the anti-Soviet struggle in Afghanistan and hope to get in touch with the guerrillas and provide weapons and equipment. ”

"Your Excellency, what weapons can you provide us?" Guerrilla Captain Lamal said.

"Like this AKM rifle, bullets, RPG bazookas." "We can all provide it, and every guerrilla here can have it," James said. ”

"Thank you very much and welcome our guests." Lamelle was overjoyed when he heard this, and now, his team, without even a bazooka, could only kill a few lone Soviets, and could not confront the Soviet army at all.

James walked into the cave and could see that this was the place where the guerrillas lived, the ground was covered with dead grass, and several guerrillas had just sat up lazily from it, and at the entrance of the cave, there was a large cauldron with only a small half-sack of grain next to it.

The area in the cave is not small, accommodating more than two dozen partisans, there are no problems.

Sitting on a pile of dead grass, James said: "I came here to look for the warriors who fought against the Soviet Union here, to get in touch, to determine the number of weapons needed, and when the snow melts next year, the weapons will be delivered." ”

Lamel's thirst for weapons was simply impatient, but he also knew that now was indeed not the time, the snow covered the mountains, and it was difficult for people to walk, and those weapons could not be transported for the time being.

"We need thirty people's equipment." "My boys, there is a lack of weapons, otherwise, we would have been able to do a great job, and now the limelight of our guerrillas here has been robbed by the Pashtun Hewaja!" ”

When Lamal said this, he was still a little angry, and James suddenly discovered that the guerrillas in this cave, although they were also bearded, were a little different from the guerrillas of Mhammad, they were not Pashtuns, they should be Tajiks!