"Durakhan, my brother, are you sure those Soviets will trade us for arms?"

"I'm pretty sure those guys are greedy vipers who will sell anything for money!"

Despite his beard, Durakhan was a very polite Pashtun, and those who had dealt with him in the past said that the boy would become a good scholar in the future.

But after the outbreak of war, this outstanding young man, who was once considered quite literate in the local area, had to grow a beard, put down his books, and take up arms.

But later, his leader felt that such a learned and good-looking young man should not be on the front line, so he was sent to Pakistan for further study.

In the training class of Shadow Company, Dula Khan learned a lot, and even recommended him to study more in the United States because of his excellent grades.

After returning from his studies, Durahan quickly devoted himself to the work of the guerrillas.

As a well-educated person, Durrahan is aware of the current problems of the Afghan guerrillas, such as the most serious logistics at the moment.

This is not only the weapons and ammunition needed by the guerrillas for fighting, but also includes food, clothing, shelter and transportation, the guerrillas need to hide weapons and ammunition for fighting, the wounded need to have a place to recuperate, and the personnel need to disperse and hide, and so on.

And when he returned to Afghanistan, he began to improve these things, and the guerrillas were almost completely self-sufficient, so Durahan focused on the Afghan government army, which had everything but no combat effectiveness.

With his excellent interpersonal skills, he quickly found a collaborator within the Afghan government army, from which he gained a lot of good things.

However, in Afghanistan, it has always been the Soviet army that has the best equipment and supplies, and Durakhan himself turned his attention to the Soviets after establishing good relations with the Afghan side.

And the 444th Regiment, he has been observing for a long time, maybe they are not the most corrupt of the Soviet army in Afghanistan, but they must be the most terrible, you must know that the regimental headquarters of the 444th Regiment was set up in a castle established during the British colonial period.

The castle later became the property of an Afghan maharaja.

It's just that after the Red Prince Daoud came to power, this prince ran to the United States, and his castle changed hands many times, and in the end, it became a barracks for the Soviet army.

But later, the Afghan guerrillas, posing as workers, entered the citadel and detonated explosives, which, although they did not kill the commander of the 444th regiment, blew up the walls of the citadel.

Then the 444th regiment moved to a place.

And then, it was Kravchenko's own private extravagant life, his luxurious villa, his team of servants, all this told Durakhan that this Soviet officer was a breakthrough.

Subsequently, Durahan followed the other party to contact the other party, and after doing a few quilt business, he saw that the relationship between the two parties was almost over, and then he made a request to buy bullets.

Durakhan didn't rush to buy a gun, that would be too deliberate, and it would also make the other party's psychology disgusted, but starting with the basic bullets, it would not make the other party feel too unhappy.

"Since you said so, I'll leave it all to you!"

The guerrilla commander then handed over a key to Dura Khan, which was the key to the guerrilla's cash box, which contained all the funds that the guerrillas had received from the Saudi financiers during this time, and now they were all at the disposal of Dura Khan!

A day later, Durakhan waited quietly in the Arab teahouse in the center of the town, and soon, a military vehicle drove over, and when he saw the heavily armed soldiers, the pedestrians on the street avoided it, and when they saw the military vehicle parked at the door of the teahouse, many people thought that the Soviet soldiers were coming to the teahouse to arrest people, and they felt sorry for the boss.

Even the boss was startled, and he almost knelt down when he saw the officer surrounded by soldiers come in with a serious face. qgν.

But soon, the boss breathed a sigh of relief, because the Soviet officer only came to see people, and after he brought refreshments and water to the other party with a very good eye, he hid far away, after all, looking at the appearance, the guy who met with the Soviets did not look like a good person, in case of rushing

It's not good suddenly.

The Soviet officer who came was naturally the logistics minister who had done business with Durakhan several times, and he brought Kravchenko's instructions, after all, the transaction of bullets was very important, and it was better for the two sides to negotiate the details of cooperation as early as possible.

The Soviets had already guessed the identity of the other party, but as long as the veil was not torn, then everyone pretended not to know, and the logistics minister was supposed to be the chief who wanted to prepare weapons for the clash of clans to buy bullets himself.

Correspondingly, he also has his own concerns, first of all, bullets can be sold, but the bullets sold cannot hit their heads!

This is the bottom line, and it is what Kravchenko himself is most concerned about.

The boomerang cannot be used against him, and the arms sold must not be used against him, otherwise the two sides will be scattered.

Kravchenko will not shoot himself in the foot like the Spaniards!

"Spaniards? What does that mean?"

Durahhan asked curiously.

And the quartermaster also took the opportunity to answer.

"When the Spaniards colonized Cuba, they found that the technicians in the brothel did not want money, but had to pay the bills with bullets, and the soldiers came to visit them, until they found out during the battle that the bullets fired by the Cuban guerrillas were all used by them to pay the technicians!"

"Then you don't have to worry about this!"

Dura Khan suddenly realized, and immediately reassured.

"In Allah's name, these bullets are what we use against other tribes, especially the damned Tajites, and will never be used against you, we are honest peasants, and we dare not do those things!"

"Honesty?"

The Quartermaster smiled, then continued.

"There is a second request, your 100,000 rounds of ammunition are too many, we can only give you 10,000 rounds!"

"Ten thousand rounds?"

Durahhan was about to say that it was not enough, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his words again.

"10,000 rounds will do, let's buy it!"

"Well, there's one last condition!"

"You say!"

"We still ask for dollars, and we pay half upfront, and after delivery, we pay half more!"

"This ........."

Durakhan pretended to think for a few minutes, then nodded as if he had made some solemn determination, and then replied.

"Yes, we agreed to your conditions, but we also have some conditions!"

"Say, I'll think about it!"

The quartermaster raised an eyebrow, then replied with interest.