Because Bashtu's actions aroused Rambo's suspicions, so, during the subsequent transfer, he has been paying attention to Bashtu's every move, and he also told his team about the problem, and several PCs silently followed Bashtu.

Then, Rambo really noticed that something was wrong.

After their new transfer, Bashtu would leave in the middle of the night every day, because they were worried that the tracking would be discovered, so Rambo did not follow each other, but it was outrageous that whenever Bashtu left late at night, the next day, the Soviets would quickly find them.

At one point, they had just moved to a new location and were about to bury their cooking when a Soviet scout came over and collided with a PC who was going to the bottom of the mountain to fetch water.

Without saying a word, the Soviet scout pulled out Makarov, and the PC also pulled out 1911, and the two fired six shots at each other almost close to the face, the PC was shot in the neck, and the scout was also shot twice and escaped with wounds.

After losing too much blood from the PC that was hit in the neck by 9 bullets, he finally died, because he couldn't stop the bleeding at all, and even in order to prevent his identity from being exposed, Rambo could only throw an incendiary bomb on the opponent's corpse and burn his corpse.

Rambo was very upset about the loss of one of his men, so, after Bashtu left again, he decisively got up and followed Bashtu.

By moonlight, Rambo followed Bashtu back and forth several times on the rugged mountain road, and finally, saw him stop at a fork in the road, then pull out his dagger and start carving something on the mountain wall of the fork in the road.

Rambo, who suddenly came to his senses, immediately strode forward, and then turned on the light of the tactical flashlight and shone on Bashtu's face.

"Mr. Bashtu, what are you doing at such a late hour?"

"Huh?"

Bashtu, who was frightened by the flashlight, first quickly stretched out his hand to his waist, and then heard Rambo's voice before coming back to his senses.

He casually withdrew his hand, then slowly stood up.

"Mr. Rambo, why haven't you slept so late?"

"I can't sleep, my person is dead, I'm very uncomfortable, I feel sorry for the boss's trust!"

"Well, I'm sorry!"

"So, what are you doing now? Who are you marking for?"

Rambo shook the very obvious arrow logo with a flashlight, as well as the unknown symbol on the side, and asked.

"I'm messaging my people, they've lost contact with me in the mountains, and I'm worried about them!"

Bashtu took it for granted, and then asked rhetorically.

"Do you think I'm sending a message to the Soviets?"

"Why not? Every time we get run away from the Soviets, you get up in the middle of the night, and of course I suspect you're getting tired of some kittens!"

"Yes, but I'm just leaving a message for my people so that they know where we're going and join us in the future!"

"Is it your man or the Soviets, Mr. Bashtu, I have understood, your appearance is very abrupt, are you really Turkish?"

After that, Rambo said hello in Turkish, and Bashtu also replied hello in fluent Turkish.

But this does not dispel Rambo's doubts!

"Mr. Rambo, you Americans are still too suspicious, we are allies, can I still harm you?"

"After all, this is a special situation, Mr. Bashtu!"

Rambo raised an eyebrow.

"However, since you said you sent a message to your men, then we can wait and see if it's the Soviets or your partisans who come tomorrow?" What do you think?"

Bashtu was also stunned again when he heard this, and then sighed as if helpless.

"Mr. Rambo, why, do you have to do this?"

"I'm just responsible for everyone's lives, why don't I wake them up and see them together?"

"In that case, I'm sorry!"

Bashtu then said.

"That's right, I'm who you think I'm going to be, and I'm not a Turkish pilgrim, I'm Azerbaijani!"

"That's normal!"

Rambo nodded, there are also Turks in Azerbaijan, so it is not surprising that they have mixed into Afghanistan.

Then, Rambo silently moved his hand to the quick-draw holster on his thigh, but just as he was about to draw the gun, another voice sounded behind him.

"Don't move, Americans!"

Rambo's movements froze, and he was familiar with this voice, he was the last subordinate next to Bashtu, an authentic Afghan, but he didn't expect that this guy was also an undercover agent.

"Mr. Rambo, you don't think I'm unprepared, do you?"

"yes, what do you want to do with me now? It's going to be dawn in a while, and it's not far from the camp, and if you shoot, they'll hear it!"

Bashtu's men first walked over and searched Rambo's gun, then turned to his front and stood with Bashtu.

"You're right, they're going to hear the shots here, but!"

Bashtu held out his hand, and then his man pulled an object out of his clothes and handed it to the former.

"But I have this!"

Bashtu proudly attached the object to his Makarov pistol, which was a silencer, not completely silent, but enough to reduce the sound of the gun to a range.

They were more than a few hundred meters away from the campsite, and the sound of the silencer could not be heard at all.

"Looks like you're going to do a lot!"

"After all, it's normal to work hard with your head and be prepared!"

"yes, everyone is the same!"

Rambo nodded, normally speaking, the average combatant will only carry two guns, a long gun and a short gun, but he is not an ordinary person, and he also has a Colt 1873 sheriff model inserted in the tactical vest behind him.

The short-barreled revolver was almost the size of his palm, and as such, was also used by Rambo as his own personal defensive weapon.

Now that the Glock pistol on his lap had been stolen, he had no choice but to fight with this revolver with only six rounds if he didn't want to die.

"Alright, Mr. Rambo, it's time to send you on your way, don't worry, your companions, they'll join you too!"

"Wait, I have one more word!"

"No chance!"

"John, they're here!"

Rambo's abrupt shout immediately attracted the attention of the two, and although Bashtu did not turn his head, he was still distracted.

And Rambo also took this opportunity to quickly draw his gun and fired six rounds at the approximate position of the two in one go.

"Bang bang!"

The almost coherent sound of gunfire was incomparably louder in the silent valley.