There is also a more troublesome matter in the resale of military supplies, that is, the superior units of the 444th Regiment will come from time to time to check the combat readiness.

Although the person who came was an acquaintance of Kravchenko, if all the clothes in the warehouse were empty, the acquaintances would not be able to explain it!

Therefore, the most important thing is to conceal the inspection, so that they can report the battle damage and ask for new supplies to be replenished!

Kravchenko didn't think about pulling the people who inspected them into the business, and everyone made a fortune together, but this thing is not the same as doing business in partnership, the latter can become bigger and stronger with more people, but the more people in the former, the higher the risk.

So, instead of trying to win over the other party, it's better to think about how to shoot him and then throw the pot at the guerrillas.

But you can only do it once, and to be honest, Kravchenko has a good relationship with the officers above the division headquarters, and the division commander has kept him down to drink many times, so it's better not to do this kind of thing.

Well, there's only one way!

"You find a way to stuff some gasoline and other flammable items into the depot first, and then move the ammunition in the depot farther away!"

Kravchenko instructed the Minister of Logistics.

The latter also guessed Kravchenko's intentions, which is currently the most convenient way, if the operation is good, everyone will not have anything, and the above will not be traced.

Subsequently, the logistics minister took some Soviet soldiers to the warehouse, prepared according to Kravchenko's orders, and in order to ensure that the time came to burn seamlessly, the logistics minister also left a little winter clothes.

And when the time comes, the ashes left behind by these winter clothes are the best proof of this.

Of course, the logistics minister did not forget the other things that should be removed, those arms and ammunition cannot be problematic, and if something happens at that time, there is no need to track him down, Kravchenko will kill him first.

And Kravchenko himself went to meet the Afghan who wanted to buy the clothes, and he made a simple background check on the identity of the latter, which was on the side of the Afghan government army, so there should be no problem.

Of course, this is just Kravchenko's wishful thinking, how can the current Afghan government be reliable, and those who can operate in the interior of Afghanistan

A businessman who moves must have it both ways.

But Kravchenko, for the sake of the green dollars that the other party took out, selectively ignored the suspicions.

Kravchenko did not study the purpose of the clothes asked for by the other party, according to the other party, they wanted to find some durable clothes for the Afghan workers, after all, these workers are very hard, and they have to go somewhere else to earn valuable foreign exchange for the country.

And the Soviets' things are very good, whether it is tents or quilts, the quality is excellent, but there are few channels for procurement.

It's impossible to believe this kind of nonsense for a three-year-old, but Kravchenko just wants an excuse, so even if the excuse is nonsense, he will believe it.

Then, on a stormy night, when the Soviet soldiers were huddled in warm quilts, listening to soft music on the radio, drinking black tea, and sharing biscuits and family letters with their comrades, the logistics minister and a few henchmen drove trucks in front of the materials that had been transferred.

"That's it?"

"That's it!"

The Afghans who came with the Soviets looked at the dozens of large boxes covered with tarps, then nodded with satisfaction, and then stepped forward to open one of the boxes, looking at the neat quilts and felt waterproof cloaks and other materials inside, and immediately laughed.

With these things, the Afghan fighters can suffer much less losses.

As for spending so much money, it doesn't matter, the guerrillas are backed by the Americans and Saudi Arabia, and the most important thing is money, but these materials can't be bought with money!

After counting the supplies, the soldiers loaded the boxes into the truck, during which no one questioned and no one would question, these Soviet soldiers who followed the logistics minister knew what their boss was doing, but these veterans only wanted to finish it safely

After serving and returning home, the Minister of Logistics also gave them benefits, so the soldiers pretended to be deaf and dumb and said that they didn't know.

After loading the things, the truck immediately drove out of the base, and before the sentry at the gate stopped the truck and said nothing, he saw the logistics minister slap an order on his face.

"Urgent mission!"

"Yes, sir!"

Without hesitation, the sentry opened the railing at the doorway without thinking, removed the barricades, and then took the initiative to say goodbye to the minister.

As for the routine inspection and confirmation, please, the sentry is not a three-year-old child, nor is he an eighteen-year-old private, and if he dares to inspect at this moment, then he wants to stand guard at three o'clock in the middle of the night in the future.

In the heavy rain, the convoy moved very slowly, but there were armed soldiers escorting the car, so there was no need to worry about safety.

Led by a guide, the convoy walked for several hours along the mountain road before finally stopping at a col.

Then the Afghan guide raised his flashlight and shook it in the darkness, and in a short time, more than a dozen Afghan villagers came out of the darkness.

The leader was carrying a large black leather bag, and there was an umbrella next to him.

"The goods have arrived, where's the money?"

The minister got out of the car to trade, and the soldiers remained on guard, several AK rifles were already aimed at the Arabs, but if they made any abnormal move, they would be honeycombed by bullets in a matter of seconds.

And the Arabs didn't make any small moves, but simply opened the leather bag under the umbrella and took out the brand-new dollar bills inside.

The logistics minister also felt nervous when he glanced at it, there was really not much money that could come up with so much money this year, but the wood was already in the boat, and he had no choice but to sigh if he wanted to regret it.

Then the bills were counted.

"That's a lot of money?"

After counting the money, the minister looked at the other party, who pointed to the truck they were driving by.

"We've bought this too!"

"Trucks?"

The minister glanced at the tattered military truck behind him, they came out this time and drove two cars, a jeep and a truck, if the truck was left, the jeep could take away other people, but at this price, how to explain if the car is gone?

The Afghan, seeing the minister's hesitation, took out another small bag.

"We can add money!"

"Petrenko, Ivanov, get out of your Afghan friend's car!"

The minister then became extremely serious, turned to his men who were on guard in the car, and shouted.

The two soldiers didn't know why, and when they got out of the car, they realized that the minister had even sold the car, but it was for the sake of everyone that they could get a full five thousand dollars.

"Minister, the car fell into the ravine, we shouldn't be scolded when we go back, right?"