"Where's the damn missile?"

The commander angrily grabbed a prisoner who was not dead, slapped him twice in the cheek, and bleeded the nose of the unlucky fan.

"I'll answer you, or I'll make a hole in your head!"

The loaded Tokarev pistol was pressed against the other side's head, but the partisans did not seem to hear the commander's words, and even had a hint of a smile.

"Bang!"

Without hesitation, the commander gave the other man a shot in the head, then let go of the limp corpse and waved his hand at his men.

Another wounded guerrilla was escorted over, and when this guy saw the commander, he was very brave and spit bloody spit first, but he underestimated his own injuries, and after this spit was finished, he felt that his eyes were dark, and he was weak, so he knelt directly on the ground, and could only let the soldiers drag him.

And behind him, a trail of bloody trails snaked for hundreds of meters.

"Where are the missiles?"

"Not here!"

Instead of drawing his gun, the commander stepped directly on the wound of the other man, and then the wail resounded through the wilderness.

"You're damn good!"

The wounded partisans cried and tried to struggle, but they were trampled on and could only curse each other in various languages, until finally, their voices gradually faded to weakness.

Looking at the breathless guerrillas, the commander was expressionless.

"Next!"

Although the guerrillas brought in this time were still tough, looking at the other party's trembling appearance, the commander shot him directly in the leg.

"Where's the missile?"

Looking at the wounds that were constantly spurting blood, the guerrilla screamed. ap.

"Please, I don't want to die!"

The commander picked up a first-aid kit and shook it in front of the other party.

"Missiles, missiles were transferred, and when we set off, they were transferred to another team, and they were going to be taken from Paktika!"

"Whose plan is this?"

"I don't know, it was notified by the head above, temporary exchange!"

"Thank you!"

The commander nodded, then tossed the kit to the other man.

"Hand them over to the gendarmes!"

The commander did not continue to kill, for him the killing was a means, not an end, and the guerrilla prisoners were then handed over to the gendarmes and finally sent to the military prison to dig stones or some other job.

The commander, on the other hand, walked briskly to pick up his helicopter and then reported to the command in Kabul on the plane.

"I see!"

Perseus, who was at the headquarters, silently took a sip of coffee and said.

"What about your seizures?"

"We have captured more than 300 AK or Type 56, about 40,000 rounds of ammunition, and about 200 kilograms of explosives!"

"That's good enough, don't blame yourself for it!"

"But Comrade General, those missiles haven't been found yet!"

"Yes, but the weapons you intercepted are also a great achievement, which can reduce our casualties, take your people to rest, you are also tired these days!"

Perseus didn't blame his subordinates, they did a very good job, hundreds of people hibernated in the desert for more than half a month, and they couldn't even move every day, which was very hard.

As for the missiles, there is really no way, after all, they were temporarily replaced before transportation, and his agents could not have known, so they could only say that it was not that our army did not work hard, but that the enemy was too cunning!

It was Adler's idea to change the transport of missiles, and because he and his team had rich experience in the struggle against the Soviet Union, they were transferred after the CIA decided to increase the weight of Afghanistan.

Adler, after a detailed analysis of the attacks on the guerrilla transport routes, immediately came to the conclusion that the intelligence had been leaked, but it was difficult to catch the source of the leak in the case of Pakistan, where various parties gathered

All kinds of people, including volunteers, religious fanatics, agents, ascetics, and mercenaries, are motley and chaotic, and trying to find a spy is no less than looking for a needle in a haystack.

So, then we can only think of a way in transportation!

Before the team set off, Adler guessed that the route might be leaked, so he ordered a replacement, and the effect was naturally very good!

After learning that the previous convoy was wiped out, everyone on the Pakistani side was also in a cold sweat, after all, if those missiles were really lost, it would not be good news for both sides, the Soviets would improve their equipment according to the characteristics of the Stinger, such as new infrared countermeasures devices, missile warning devices, etc., and the Afghans also lost their good helpers to restrain helicopters.

Fortunately, the team on the other side of Paktica managed to cross the rugged mountain road and deliver the missiles to the guerrillas.

Now, the elites selected by the Afghans who have come from all over the world are trying to follow Rambo and learn how to use the stinger, and it won't be long before they see their results!

In fact, it didn't take long for the first victim to appear, just two weeks later, when an An-12 transport plane transporting supplies was about to land at a small Soviet military airfield in Ghazny province, when two Stinger missiles suddenly shot from the hills on either side of the airport.

The pilot of the transport plane immediately began to splash the countermeasure device, that is, the thermal decoy bombs installed at the rear and tail of the aircraft, and the massive thermal decoy successfully deceived the first Stinger missile tracking the infrared signal, but the second one did not, and the missile successfully dodged the thermal decoy barrage, and then followed the signal and flew to the target, hitting the side and rear position of the transport aircraft, that is, the cabin part, where several large holes were opened, and a lot of fragments were also released into it.

But fortunately, the transport plane was stuffed with clothing and food, not any ammunition, and it was not on fire, so the tattered An-12 transport plane with its butt blown up still successfully landed on the airport with the pilot's superb skills.

At that time, the pilots were all scared, and when the defenders of the airport rushed over, they saw that the pilot was motionless, and thought that something was wrong, and several people hurriedly carried him out of the cabin, only to find that this guy was so frightened that he peed his pants.

But no one laughed at him, after all, in this situation, being able to pee pants is already very powerful, some people want to pee their pants, but they don't have this opportunity, and they all become fireworks in the sky.

But it is undeniable that this time the pilots were lucky, so what about the next time, this time the An-12 transported only clothing, and if it was shot down, it would lose two unlucky pilots, but if those planes transporting personnel were attacked, someone in the army would definitely lose their hats!