"Those Soviets, they seem to be having fun!"

"After all, that's what they envisioned to do!"

In a small town in the central province of Phra Province, Hannibal held up his binoculars and looked at the crowds of people in the central square of the town, and said with a smile.

At this moment, about 12 military trucks were distributing flour to the residents of the town in the square, 30 catties per household, and a packet of sugar.

Although Afghanistan is surrounded by mountains and deserts, agriculture is still relatively powerful, it can be said that as long as there are no accidents, self-sufficiency is no problem, not to mention that Daoud and the Afghan government also did a lot of infrastructure facilities, therefore, the Soviets are not too worried about the famine in Afghanistan, but no one will have too much food, and among the three major desires of people, appetite is always the first.

Therefore, flour is still very popular, and the local Afghan religious elders are maintaining order in the crowd at the moment, and the Soviets do not look fierce, on the contrary, many young soldiers still have smiles on their faces.

After all, in the internal propaganda of the Soviet army, it was to tell the soldiers that they were going to Afghanistan to help build socialism, and most of the Soviet soldiers thought that they were going to come here to help build socialism.

When they arrived, they found out that their job had become to protect Afghanistan from the Afghans, their job was to protect the Afghan allies, and their task was to protect the Afghan allies from the persecution of the enemy, and their enemies were the Afghan allies.

Therefore, it is not surprising that this huge gap made many Soviet soldiers confused and their faith collapsed, and after the end of the war, the Soviet high-level who should have been responsible for the war unceremoniously threw the pot on the heads of the Soviet troops in Afghanistan. Look at the book

Therefore, this little bit of time, that is, the only remaining bit of beauty of the Soviet army in Afghanistan, Hannibal did not bother.

And the reason he's sitting here, dressed like the forty masked thieves in Alibaba, is because of another uniformed Afghan man sitting in front of him.

The Afghan government army major named Kihamad Guzbdi is a very well-known businessman, and he has a very close business cooperation with the local Afghan guerrillas.

Because the goods sold are of high quality and low price and have after-sales guarantees, they are regarded by the guerrillas as the most reliable and close partners.

And now, the close partner has reached out to Osama to talk about a big deal.

"Are you really American?"

The major looked suspiciously at Hannibal, who was bearded under his robe, and then at the partisan officer sitting next to him, who was about to have a seizure, and then Hannibal showed the tattoo on his arm from when he joined the army, with a small US and Ranger logo on it.

"Is this okay?"

The major was also relieved when he heard this, and then said impatiently.

"Our base, recently got a Mi-8 helicopter, I want to sell it!"

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Even Hannibal was taken aback by the other party's blunt words, and then he reacted.

"Wait, you just said you're going to sell helicopters?"

"That's right!"

The Major nodded.

"Isn't that helicopter even in your base right now?"

"That's right!"

"Then you're selling?"

Hannibal was speechless, I'm afraid this guy didn't come to cheat him out of money?

"No, no, no, I'm not a liar, you believe me, I really have a way!"

When the major saw that Hannibal did not believe him, he remembered that he could even choke out the dialect, and he hurriedly looked at the partisan intermediary on the side, who hesitated for a few seconds, but still gave Hannibal a guarantee.

"Sir, if it's this guy's, it's really not a lie, we bought arms from him several times, and he won't lie!"

"Tell me what the hell is going on, then?"

The major then explained the ins and outs, the military base where he was located, was a material transfer station, this

is also the reason why he can come up with a lot of good things to sell from time to time, and a large number of ordnance and materials are transported in transit, naturally there will be a little omission and loss, plus the major is very conscious and intends to control the quantity, so there is nothing to do over the years.

And not long ago, his distant uncle in Turkey died, and before he died, he brought him a message, where there was a house, a car, and a large company waiting for the major to inherit, and the major thought about it and decided to open up, and he couldn't stay in Afghanistan for a moment!

But in the current Afghanistan, it is certainly impossible to retire normally!

Therefore, the major could only choose to run away with a bucket and unilaterally terminate the labor contract.

But in line with the principle of earning a little more, just like McDonald's employees will go crazy to steal McNuggets before leaving, the major also wants to earn a big vote before running away!

So, he set his sights on the Mi-8 helicopter that would regularly come to the base to transport supplies, and the helicopter would arrive at the base on the evening of the first day of every month, and the two Soviet pilots would eat and drink at the base and rest for a night.

And the overhaul and refueling of the aircraft will be handed over to the Afghan ground crew in the base, these people are also trained by the Soviets, so the pilots will be very relieved to hand it over to them, so that when the superior asks them why they returned late, they can tell the superior, because it takes a lot of time to repair and rebuild!

But in reality, those two guys will sleep in the dark, and even if the shells fall, they will not wake up!

"How did you get the plane?"

"I know a pilot who can fly planes!"

"He agreed?"

"I gave him 50,000 yuan and invited him to start a business in Turkey with me!"

"The guards, the sentinels, the patrols of the camp?"

"They're not a problem, I've already negotiated it, and each of them gets a hard-earned fee, that's what I did when I sold 120 mortars to the guerrillas before, and those sentries helped me load the shells into the car!"

"What about the base chief?"

"The dead old man? He likes to eat and drink with the Soviets and sleep worse than the Soviets, but he also asks for the most money, and I have to give 40% of my income to that guy!"

The Major pouted, then said with a wicked smile.

"But this time, I don't have to pay him for his hard work!"

"So, this American chief, look, a Mi-8 helicopter, I'll send you some weapons and ammunition, how much do you think is appropriate?"

"How's that number?"

Hannibal raised five fingers!