"Hurry, hurry, you idiots, if you can't take off, I'll tear your bones apart."

Trumpet!

The long leather whip threw up a bead of blood, and a young Tajik man in ragged clothes was slammed to the ground, convulsing all over, not even having the strength to scream, and the heavy wooden box on his body weighed him down so that he could only let out a faint moan.

"Tari, Tari, get up."

Behind him, there were dozens of Tajiks carrying heavy wooden boxes, whose faces had shown the appearance of not being old and decrepit, but their eyes were full of anger, and they did not dare to make any superfluous movements, and lowered their voices to urge the defeated young people to hurry up, otherwise they would suffer.

Most of their families were killed, their homes were destroyed by the war, and if they were not young and had some strength, they would have been killed by these bandits from the south.

And now, they were caught, forced to do hard work day and night, without enough food, tired and half dead, and those guys were almost taking turns to squeeze their last bit of physical strength.

"Ugh!" The Tajik young man, known to his companions as he was called, let out an unconscious single tone weakly, as if the fire of life would be extinguished at any moment.

"Damn, another food waster."

Bang!

A fountain of red blood erupted from the door of Tari's head, who fell to the ground, and his body twitched twice, no longer moving.

The coolies with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes only saw a guy in a black cowhide vest, blew the smoke of the gun, picked up the leather whip again, shook his hand and exploded a whip in the air, and shouted again, "Slackers, if you don't work again, he will be your fate, if you don't want to taste my gun, let Lao Tzu hurry up." ”

A silent sigh of despair erupted in the hearts of the man carrying the heavy load.

O Almighty Allah!

Save the suffering Muslims.

Someone tried to escape, but was unsuccessful, and his weakened body and bruises could barely run far. All the escapees were summarily executed and hung on wooden poles not far away, serving as a warning to intimidate everyone. However, more often than not, they were beaten to death while working, or even thrown to death.

In the distance was a long runway, and in the past two days, hundreds of captives of Tajiks and Patans had been forced to build a rudimentary runway of nearly a kilometer here.

They don't know what this is for. But it soon became known that not long after the runway was repaired, and not even a few hours later, the sound of thunder was heard in the distance.

With a deafening roar, two silver figures rushed onto the runway at a breakneck speed. Slowly decelerate, the landing was successfully completed.

Fighter plane?

Small and slender silver shiny fuselage, round-section full-pressure air intake, quarter-chord swept 55-degree angle all-metal mid-wing, and full-motion horizontal tail with the same swept angle. It looks like a silver swallow.

The Tajiks and Pathans, who had paid for the runway, were driven a kilometre away into a fence of iron thorn nets. Several heavy machine guns were stationed outside. The muzzle of the black hole was pointed at them, and no movement was allowed.

"Mr. Jetin, it's nice to see you again, haha."

The pilots who climbed out of the cockpit on the leading "Silver Swallow" were supported by the militants who were responsible for receiving them. He took off his helmet, revealing his short thick chestnut hair.

At the end of the runway. There were four or five dusty, dusty-looking open-top jeeps parked, and four or five armed men holding AK47s, scattered and on alert, surrounded by a group of people in suits.

"Shkurta. Parley. Konomi, you are really punctual and trustworthy, I didn't expect you to send it in person, can this thing still be opened? Damn, I'm the air combat weapon I want to get my hands on, I've had enough of those broken helicopters. ”

A shaved black-haired white man greeted him and looked at the two riveted fighter jets, which seemed to be some years old.

Shkurta had short bushy chestnut hair and pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his jacket pocket and put them on his face, looking more leisurely, more like he had come for a vacation than for delivery.

He patted the supersonic fuselage hard, which was slightly hot by friction with the air, and said: "Don't worry, it's definitely a good thing with good workmanship, made by the Chinese, oh, the quality is absolutely reliable, I spent a lot of money to get it from Albania, if you didn't have to ask for a jet fighter, I really couldn't get these two good things." ”

Shkurta. Parley. Konomi, an arms dealer by profession in war-torn lands, has always dealt with agents of major powers, and his special status has made him very popular even if he has a few boats on one foot, and he can get any kind of weapon, as long as the price is right, and there are even rumors that Arab terrorists have obtained nuclear weapons plutonium from him.

"Wait, what kind of antique did you get here, it's very old, no, no, no, Shkurta, you bastard, if I were a fighter, not an antique, this thing, can it still adapt to war?"

Mr. Jetin, one of the most prominent agents who has been active in Afghanistan lately, did not recognize what kind of fighter it was, but it was certainly not a new or sub-new fighter.

"Haha, rest assured, this is J-6, imitation MiG-19, you only gave me 1.2 million euros, what kind of jet fighter can you buy, you can't even buy a trainer aircraft, even if it is a modern high-imitation version of the P51 'Mustang' It costs 5 million US dollars, this cost performance is already very good, very practical, the maximum speed is Mach 1.2 per hour, the attack radius is 680 kilometers, which fully meets your needs, I have asked a professional mechanic to carry out thorough maintenance and maintenance, and there is no problem with flying for 800 hours."

Shkulta walked over and patted Jetin on the shoulder, boasting as best he could as much as he could.

"J-6, my God! Even the Chinese no longer use the obsolete goods, my opponent is the 'super toucan', damn, I was fooled, I want to return. Jaydine's eyes widened, and he screamed as he pounded his chest, drawing the eyes of the nearby militants.

Shkulta burst into laughter, he saw the cunning guy's thoughts, and unceremoniously punched Jetin, causing the other party to tilt his body, and said viciously: "You bastard hurry up and pay, 1.2 million euros." No one is missing, be careful that I turn against you. These two J-6s are eighty percent new, and they are Albania's strategic reserves, and they are only a little oxidized on the surface, so rest assured. Air-to-air missiles, rockets and aerial bombs can be loaded, three 30mm cannons can even penetrate tank armor, and the sword is not old, just like the hero Saladin. I've been doing business with you for so many years, when have I ever hurt you, you see I've driven from Turkmenistan, if the quality is not good, I can deliver it to you personally? ”

"Okay. Well, can you drop a little, this is J-6. After all, they are already obsolete goods. ”

"No way!"

"Cheaper. 1,000,000 euros!"

"No way!"

"1.1 million euros!"

", if you talk nonsense, I'd rather drive back by myself!"

"Okay, I'm scared of you. I'll write a check right away!"

"That's like the words, make you a little money. It's easy, but I'm risking losing my head, and if the world knows, we'll all have to lose my head. ”

In the end, the agent Jerdin failed to take advantage of it, and wrote the check on the spot in a huff.

Hey, net profit of 200,000 euros, Shkurta was secretly happy in his heart, but his face was a bitter and hateful expression that he didn't make any money.

Ha, 300,000 euros were intercepted, and Jetin smiled like a fox, smiling on his face, but not smiling.

"You'll have to help us train pilots and at least half a month's service! If I need ammo, you'll have to get it for me right away. Still pretending to be angry, Jetin shoved the check into Shkurta's hand, and then gestured behind him, "Zock, Bell, come and see, these two J-6s, can you do it?" ”

According to his estimates, two weeks is enough time to shoot down the damn Dragoon consortium, and onboard ammunition and maintenance parts will arrive down the Amu Darya River tomorrow.

"No problem!" With a spring breeze on his face, Shkurta kissed the cheque, which was full of copper and blood.

"Boss, as long as there is no problem with the MiG series, the J-6 is also an imitation of the MiG-19, we used it as a trainer at the beginning, as long as it takes a day, we can make it fly, rest assured."

The mercenary pilot Zorke, who was recruited by Jetin. Nikonov & Bell. Susanin glanced at each other, stepped forward and glanced at the two J-6s, their eyes were full of pride and confidence, in their hearts, these two J-6s were just children's toys, they could easily fiddle with them.

"Ha, Jetin, you're in good luck, you've got two pilots."

The arms dealer Shkurta, who had earned a vote, was in a good mood and did not hesitate to pat the agent Jie's ass.

The two J-6s, which had lost their logos and liveries, and were shining silver in appearance, maintained an altitude of 600 meters above the ground and flew in formation with a thunderous roar.

Two close-range air-to-air missiles and two groups of rockets were mounted under the wings, which flew in a murderous and non-stop direction to the northeast.

The tail of the two lightweight fighters was only distinguished by the Arabic numerals "1" and "2" painted with inferior paint.

There is no ground radar, no communication tower, everything is simple, only the satellite phone and GPS positioning system installed in front of the cockpit, and at the same time mark their location on Google Maps.

"Bell, we're almost there, haha, what a game, my God, I don't even have radar, it's all based on toy-like civilian satellite map navigation and ground satellite phone positioning."

"Yes, Zok, it's just three 'Super Tucans', the speed is not half of ours, it's just a live target, the Thunderbolt-1 air-to-air missile we brought can just lock it with radar waves, thanks to Albania, if they hadn't kept it properly, we really wouldn't have been able to get such a suitable fighter."

"Bell, I see them, two, oh, slow like chicks, starting to lock!"

"yes, there's no need for fighter jets to use foreplay, let's just get there! Complete the lockdown! Ready!"

ps: Forced monthly pass, this month's monthly pass is not powerful. (To be continued......)