The Muji Valley, where the Anas guerrillas are located, looks like a few lumps rising abruptly from the high-altitude satellites, and the foothills of about a dozen kilometers long twist together, thus squeezing out a small oasis in the desert.

In the middle of the T-shaped canyon, there is a small lake, and there are even some crucian carp and catfish in it, and the guerrillas can occasionally catch a few small fish and cook a pot of soup for tooth sacrifices.

In addition to the lake, the guerrillas also opened up a small green space in the valley, planted some vegetables, and the daily diet was not monotonous, in addition to the pasta supported by the local villagers, there were all kinds of canned biscuits and the like, among which the canned beef produced in Germany was the most popular, and the guerrillas' favorite was to use a few canned beef and a large number of canned vegetables and canned biscuits to stew a large pot of paste, although the appearance was ugly, but it was absolutely full.

Even many guerrillas had built small houses in the shade of the canyon with straw mixed with mud in their leisure time during training.

Osama himself was filled with emotion when he arrived on horseback with more than twenty men on horseback.

"Although this Bashtu is a Turk, he is really capable!"

"Yes, if nothing else, he'll be either our right-hand man or our formidable competitor in the future!"

Osama was silent for a few seconds, then spoke.

"Then don't let him be an opponent!"

Bashtu also took a lot of effort to face the distinguished guests from afar, and he even hired cooks and dancers from Kandahar to serve the guests, for which his guerrillas also slaughtered several camels and sheep, of course, because of religious problems, the big-eared and short-nosed sheep could not be seen, and they had to go somewhere else if they wanted to eat.

For *** compatriots, he prepared freshly squeezed sugar cane juice, and for British guests, he prepared fermented grape juice, which is also considered contraband, but after all, the British brought a lot of funding, so for the sake of those materials, it was regarded as not seeing, and the British were also relieved, because they secretly brought a lot of beer and the like, after all, in this alcohol desert, no alcohol is the most fatal thing for the British.

And while the partisans were drinking and laughing, undressing and undressing, a ring of steel formed by Soviet troops had begun to encircle the valley.

The BTR armored transport vehicle that rushed forward, as well as the majestic BP infantry chariot behind it, are advancing on the desert road, and there are a large number of helicopters in the sky.

The Soviet Airborne Troops, who set off first, are parachuting in the southwest of the valley under the drop of transport planes, where the canyon that extends has been connected to the territory of Pakistan, and if the guerrillas want to run away at that time, they must run from here, so the focus of the airborne troops' encirclement is here!

Thousands of Soviet soldiers are naturally not enough to completely surround this valley, therefore, the bulk of the encirclement has to be handed over to the Afghan government army, which is also helpless, how many Soviet troops in the Afghan quagmire are not enough, so, mobile forces or something, the Soviet Union has always been lacking, and it has taken a lot of effort to gather a team of thousands of people.

You must know that the Soviet Union stationed no more than 100,000 troops in Afghanistan, and they are responsible for the garrison of cities, borders, transportation and other key roads, plus patrols and other tasks, so it is bound to need a large number of Afghan troops to assist.

But at this moment, the Afghan army has almost been reduced to being soldiers just for food, so handing over combat tasks to them is equivalent to handing over things to the big stars, and they will always get into a mess.

It can be said that the Afghan army alone will have no combat effectiveness at all, and will even be chased and fought by guerrillas, unless it has absolute numerical superiority, otherwise it is impossible to expect the army to defeat the guerrillas with the bonus of faith.

But with the Soviet army as an overseer, then the quality of the Afghan army can still be counted on, after all, no matter what, there is also formal training.

It's just that for the sake of secrecy, the Afghan army

The team was going to wait for the Soviets to be deployed before setting off, and this was the time.

The guerrillas in the valley found out that something was wrong, after all, everyone is not blind and deaf, the transport planes flying in the sky are obviously in the wrong direction, and it doesn't look like they are transporting supplies, after all, what kind of airport is there in the desert?

Rambo, who was working beside Osama, was the first to taste a sudden shudder, and he was about to get up and prepare to take someone to check the situation because he could no longer get out of the poison of war.

And Bashtu knows it, but it's not easy to stop it, after all, these middle-aged PCs are not good at it, and forcibly blocking it will only backfire.

And Bashtu also saw those transport planes, they were returning, indicating that the good brothers of the Airborne Forces had fallen to the ground, and even if the guerrillas found out, it would be too late.

Therefore, after a few polite words, he took the initiative to ask his guide, who was familiar with the terrain, to accompany Rambo and them on horseback.

The PCs of the Shadow Company must not have been very good at horseback riding in the past, but after entering the company, because of the nature of their work, they have to learn something from the locals, and there are no cars to drive in this part of Afghanistan, so they can only rely on walking and horseback riding, so in the student army of Osama, the PCs have evolved into riding masters, although they can't reach the level of the Orsay, but it's still okay to ride a horse and shoot a gun or something!

Rambo took a few of his subordinates, rode a horse to the direction where the transport plane came, and after running for about 20 kilometers, he stopped, handed over the horse to his subordinates, and took the others to find a high ground, and after going to the high ground, Rambo saw a figure flickering on the ridge in front of him, and before he could see who clearly, he heard a gunshot.

Bullets snapped on the ground in front of him, and the dust scattered all over the people.

Without the slightest hesitation, he rolled on the ground and shrank back.

"Dragonov! Soviet snipers, let's withdraw!"

He didn't stop at the slightest time because he was familiar with the gunshots, and immediately ran down the mountain with people, and after getting on the horse, he ran in the direction he came from without looking back, and the horses under his crotch began to foam at the corners of his mouth.

"The Soviets cut us off!"

After rushing back, he immediately informed everyone of the bad news!