"My opinion is that it can be exchanged! It's better to be secretive, there's no need to make a fuss!"

"But, weapons and ammunition are absolutely not allowed! This is a forbidden matter, they can give rice, flour, and sheep, and it is not enough to transfer it from Kazakhstan, and even Mongolia can do it, but weapons and ammunition are not allowed, and not a single bullet can be given!"

After all, at the moment, the Soviet troops in Afghanistan were still in a state of hostility with many guerrillas, so the Soviets' counter-offer naturally did not include weapons and ammunition.

"We can give you some more rice!"

The messenger returned to the mountains with a quid pro quo, and then with great difficulty shook off the Soviet special forces who were following them, although the mountains were their home field, but the Soviet special forces were not vegetarians, and those professionally trained mountain veterans, if there were no special watchers, they might not really be noticed.

In order to ensure safety, the messenger returned to his residence, and then went into the tunnel that had been dug long ago, and circled it again, before taking out the hidden radio and reporting the news to Osama.

"No weapons and ammunition?"

Osama was not happy at first, after all, everyone came out to mix, how could they be without guns, but then, he was persuaded by Hannibal.

"At present, we do not lack channels for weapons and ammunition, so it doesn't matter whether the Soviets give those weapons and ammunition or not, the most important thing now is the food!"

Hundreds of tons of flour and rice, as well as countless kinds of non-staple food, plus sheep and cattle and other livestock, these things cannot all be given to the guerrillas, and the guerrillas do not survive on these things, their aid is now more and more, Saudi Arabia has even begun to provide the guerrillas with dates and other jams and other products, Shepard previously established a food factory in Comoros has not made a lot of money, and Saudi Arabia has bought a lot of canned fish and meat, and sent it all.

The only problem with the large amount of fat is that the eater will not eat the canned fish without staples such as flatbread or rice, but they also have to admit that the canned food is really fragrant when it is heated and paired with flatbread and rice.

Therefore, the food must be distributed to the people in those areas who support Osama, even if they don't support Osama, it doesn't matter, as long as the Soviets make a shot, they will definitely support it!

Osama has already set the boundaries in advance, there are about dozens of towns and hundreds of villages, which are inhabited by Pashtuns, and most of the new blood of Osama's armed forces comes from these places.

After considering all the relevant aspects, Osama fixed his requirements, adding tractors, crop seeds, etc., after all, the Soviets did not want to give guns, so they continued to start from other aspects, helping the Afghan villagers to dig wells, repair canals or something, this can still be done, right?

And the commander of the 201st Infantry Division, who received the reply, was even more speechless, his army could easily destroy a city, and as a result, you let them do this?

"Repair the canal, build the mill, build the tractor, why didn't he let the Afghan directly bring the bowl to our division canteen to eat?"

"But this thing, in other words, is a good thing!"

The commissar is worthy of being a commissar and has already thought of the other side.

The contradictions between the Soviet army and the people were acute, and it was naturally impossible to alleviate them by blindly relying on the barrel of a gun, but doing something like this for the Afghan villagers might be able to alleviate the contradictions, and it was not impossible to even buy people's hearts.

In fact, the Soviets did not do less of these projects, building dams, roads, distributing food, and the Soviet Union still did a lot of these things, but for the deep-rooted religious atmosphere in Afghanistan, these things can really play a role, not much!

But the commissar of the 201st Infantry Division still wanted to give it a try, at least if some kind of equilibrium could be reached, then the situation of the troops would be slightly improved.

And the most important thing is that the partisans said that they would distribute rice and noodles, but they did not say in what name, so the Soviets could do it in their name!

It's just that the Soviets can think of it, and Osama can think of it too, for this, he

They did not ask for anything more, but sent a large number of messengers to spread the news in the countryside that the Soviets would distribute rice and noodles to the Afghan villagers.

And the fellows questioned, you are not Soviet, how do you know this news?

The messengers would smile and reply.

It is precisely because of us that the Soviets will distribute rice noodles, so if you still want rice noodles, then continue to support us, whether it is to let your children join the guerrillas or to provide information to the guerrillas, as long as the guerrillas are still there, then the rice noodles will continue to be available!

And then, when the trucks full of grain really drove into the streets of the towns and villages under the drive of Soviet soldiers, and distributed those daily necessities to everyone, the villagers naturally accepted the benefits honestly, and even began to praise the Soviets, but whether it was from the heart, it is difficult to say, after all, they can still tell if they are full of food!

And while the Soviets fulfilled their promises, a bill was sent back to the Soviet command with two unlucky bastards who had eaten nothing and showed no sign of being captive.

Looking at his son and the captain who had returned safely, the division commander was very happy, but looking at the series of numbers on the bill, he frowned again.

"What is this?"

"Uh, the mercenaries gave us bills!"

"Lobster? Steak? French wines? And milk bathing and steaming?"

The division commander looked at the above item in amazement, and the last seven hundred and ninety-one swear words.

"Damn, did you go on vacation to Sochi? What did those guys do you do?"

The two captives are speechless, because the PCs don't provide them with any cheap food at all, and would rather eat compressed biscuits themselves, but also to ensure the quality of each meal for the two, the appetizer, the main dish, the main dish, the main dish, the soup, the salad, the dessert will not be less, and even there are photos on file when eating, and they can't eat it, because there is another food waste disposal overhead.

"It's okay, we're not going to pay for it!"

"No, Dad, ah no, Comrade Commander, those guys didn't say that they wanted us to pay, they just said that this bill will always come in handy in the future, I just hope you can keep it!

"Save?"

The division commander directly burned it to the ground.

"Not now!"

"But they still have our handprints, and even ours!"