After nearly a month of assault training on Baba Sheep's territory, Ali was considered a successful graduate, and although he only fired a few rockets from school to graduation, he was familiar with the operation, but he at least had the opportunity to learn more than his partisan colleagues.

Then, Ali, who had successfully graduated, quickly got into the little donkey cart he came, and Katakata embarked on the road back to his hometown.

Surrounded by mountains and many places still in ancient times, the differences between regions are stark: in Kandahar, the capital of Afghanistan, young girls are free to show off their bodies in short skirts and bikinis, but in the religious rural areas, it is a completely different story.

The infrastructure is the same, the main roads connecting the major cities were built with the help of the Soviet Union and other countries, and they are extremely modern, but most of the roads are as bumpy as the dirt road that Ali rode in a small donkey cart.

However, this road did not affect Ali's good mood, because he came back with support from the *** brothers, and those precious ammunition and shells were carefully fixed on various flatbed trucks, and then dragged by pack horses and donkeys and other animals to the vast mountains of Afghanistan.

And in places where flatbed trucks can't pass, there are long transport teams composed of camels, mules and other large livestock, because the roads connecting the **** direction have been blown up by the Soviet Air Force, so the Afghans can only transport ammunition to the country through such a small road.

However, even this was not safe, and the Soviet army's Su25 attack aircraft often cruised the border area, and once a suspicious target was spotted, this attack machine, specially designed to attack ground targets, tilted countless rockets and bombs over the target's head in an instant.

After the rockets and bombs were fired, the Su25s could continue to strafe the ground with twin 30-mm cannons, and the most painful thing for the Afghans was that the planes had nearly a ton of armor and could even attack the guerrillas with small-caliber defensive fire on the ground.

Although the United States gave the Afghans some stingers, they were scarce in number, and the use of anti-aircraft missiles was very cumbersome, and the Afghan guerrillas had not received much training, and it was very difficult to skillfully control weapons and shoot at the air.

However, the shadow of the air raid did not affect Ali, as his donkey cart was stuffed with three rockets, as well as his Type 56 submachine gun and six boxes of 7.62x39 mm Type 56 rifle rounds.

At this moment, he was like a child who had received a new toy, his hands were tightly placed on the box of rockets, and even the Afghan uncle who was driving the car couldn't stand it.

"This thing, you are more important than looking at your wife!"

"Uncle ***, you don't understand, this thing is a treasure that Allah has given us!"

"Yes, has Allah found you a wife? I'm already married to your aunt at your age!"

"Allah will give me a good wife, just like Aya next door!"

"Aya, good boy, dare to worry about her, believe it or not, her dad broke your legs!"

"I have a gun, I'm not afraid!"

The two of them were talking merrily, and the other passengers in the donkey cart were similar, and the war did not affect their emotions in the slightest, and the people here may not even know if they would see the sun tomorrow, but this did not prevent them from discussing the trivial matters of their parents.

In order to avoid the Soviets' attack, the whole team went out day and night, very carefully, but unfortunately, their rudimentary camouflage methods still did not evade the Soviets' high-altitude reconnaissance.

"Airplanes!"

The whizzing attack planes roared across the valley and flew over the heads of the donkey convoy, the waves causing the donkeys to scream in terror, and Ali hurriedly helped the uncle to calm the livestock.

"The planes didn't bomb us?"

"They're looking for Yitzhak!"

The uncle's face was pale, he closed his eyes helplessly, and silently recited the scriptures in his mouth.

Yitzhak was the horse team that set off with the donkey convoy, and they were even larger, adding up to hundreds of cattle, and the number of guerrillas accompanying them also numbered in the dozens, which was not more than a little more than the donkey convoy.

Soon, everyone heard a faint explosion from the other side of the valley, and the uncle could imagine the terrible situation of the horse team under the bombardment.

But he couldn't save them, so he had his companions camouflage the donkey convoy and silently waited for the deadly Grim Reaper to leave.

"Allah willing!"

After a long period of bombardment, the attack planes finally left the valley like flesh-fed vultures, and then the convoy of donkeys moved forward again, not far from their homeland, where there were still many people waiting for their ammunition to be transported.

It's just that the uncle underestimated the Soviets, and the Soviet pilots saw their team, but they had to focus on the target and did not attack, but the pilots still reported the situation by radio.

Subsequently, the Soviet garrison took off and landed another batch of Su-17 attack aircraft, which were flying towards the convoy.

When Ali woke up again, he found that he was being carried by several fellow guerrillas to the side of the road, and when they noticed that he was awake, several guerrillas could not help but rejoice, and the uncle who pulled the cart for him was even more scorched and hugged him crying and laughing.

"What happened?"

Ali said confusedly.

"A bomb blew you and the donkey cart away, and I thought you kid was dead!"

In the end, the donkey convoy did not escape the air raid, but fortunately, the uncle had experience, and after hearing the sound of the plane, he shouted for everyone to hide in the field on the side of the road, and Ali was still sitting in the car, and before he could get up, the bomb fell.

Fortunately, he was rough and thick-skinned, except for a concussion and some rather tragic skin injuries, his body was fine, and the donkey convoy did not suffer any major casualties, the only problem was that the donkeys and pack horses suffered heavy casualties under the air raids, and most of the goods they transported were destroyed.

The most important thing is that the artillery mounts and barrels of the rocket launchers they transported also flew down the valley with the donkey carts.

"We've got a cannon like this!"

The uncle was mourned, but Ali, who was relieved, patted the uncle's shoulder.

"The barrel is gone, but the shells are still there, right?"

"There are twenty or so more! I've got people to move there!"

Uncle pointed to the side of the road.

Ali took a look, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, I've learned from those instructors, these rockets can be used without a barrel, and they can be fired like before!"

Ali stopped the uncle who wanted to go down the mountain to catch the gun carriage and comforted the other party.

"Let's move on now and get the rest of the supplies home as soon as possible!"