"Where are the damn missiles?"
The commander angrily grabbed a prisoner who was still alive and slapped him twice on the cheek, causing the unfortunate guy's nose to bleed.
"I'll ask you the answer, or I'll make a hole in your head!"
The loaded Tokarev pistol was pressed against the opponent's forehead, but the guerrilla didn't seem to hear the commander's words, and even smiled.
"boom!"
The commander shot the opponent in the head without hesitation, then let go of the limp body and waved to his men.
Another injured guerrilla was escorted over. When this guy saw the commander, he bravely spat out bloody spit. However, he underestimated his own injury. After spitting, he felt like he was in front of his eyes. Once dark, exhausted, he knelt directly on the ground and could only let the soldiers drag him.
And behind him, a bloody drag trail snaked for hundreds of meters.
"Where are the missiles?"
"not here!"
At this moment, the commander did not draw his gun, but stepped directly on the opponent's wound. Then, the sound of wailing echoed through the wilderness.
"What the hell!"
The wounded guerrillas cried and tried to struggle, but they were stepped on tightly. They could only curse each other in various languages until finally, their voices gradually became fainter.
Looking at the lifeless guerrillas, the commander had no expression on his face.
"Next!"
Although the guerrillas brought up this time were still tough, seeing the trembling appearance of the other party, the commander shot him directly in the leg.
"Where are the missiles?"
Looking at the wound that was constantly spurting blood, the guerrilla screamed. ap.
"Please, I don't want to die!"
The commander picked up a first aid kit and waved it in front of the opponent.
"The missiles, the missiles were transferred. When we set off, they were transferred to another team. They were leaving Paktika Province!"
"Whose plan is this?"
"I don't know either, the boss above informed me of the temporary exchange!"
"Thanks!"
The commander nodded and threw the first aid kit to the other party.
"Leave these guys to the military police!"
The commander did not continue to kill. For him, killing was just a means, not an end. These guerrilla prisoners would then be handed over to the military police and finally sent to a military prison to dig rocks or do other work.
The commander quickly walked to the helicopter that came to pick him up, and then reported the situation to the headquarters in Kabul on the plane.
"I see!"
Perseus, who was at the command post, sipped his coffee silently and then said.
"Where are your seizures?"
"We seized more than 300 AKs or Type 56s, about 40,000 rounds of ammunition, and about 200 kilograms of explosives!"
"This is good enough, no need to blame yourself for it anymore!"
"But Comrade General, the whereabouts of those missiles have not been found yet!"
"Yes, but the weapons you intercepted are also a great achievement. They can reduce our casualties. Take your people and take a rest. You have been very tired these days!"
Perseus did not blame his men harshly. They had done a very good job. Hundreds of them hibernated in the desert for more than half a month, unable to even move every day. It was very hard.
As for the missiles, there is really nothing that can be done. After all, it is impossible for his agents to know about the temporary replacement before transportation. It can only be said that it is not that our army does not work hard, but that the enemy is too cunning!
It was Adler's idea to replace the missiles with team transportation. Because he and his team had rich experience in fighting the Soviet Union, they were dispatched after the CIA decided to increase their efforts in Afghanistan.
After Adler made a detailed analysis of the attacks on the guerrilla transport routes, he immediately came to the conclusion that the intelligence had been leaked. However, it was difficult to find the source of the leak in Pakistan's case. People from all walks of life gathered here.
All kinds of people, including volunteers, religious fanatics, agents, ascetics, and damned mercenaries, are all mixed up. Finding spies is no less than finding a needle in a haystack.
Therefore, we can only think of ways to transport it!
Before the team set off, Adler guessed that the route might have been leaked, so he ordered it to be replaced, and the effect was naturally very good!
After learning that the previous transport team had been wiped out, everyone on the Pakistani side also broke out in a cold sweat. After all, if those missiles were really lost, it would not be good news for both sides. The Soviets would use the Stinger to features to improve their equipment, such as new infrared countermeasures missile warning devices, etc., and the Afghans also lost a good helper in restraining helicopters.
Fortunately, the team on the other side of Paktika Province successfully passed through the rugged mountain road and delivered the missile to the guerrillas.
Now, those elites selected by fellow Afghans who came from all directions are working hard to follow Rambo and others to learn how to use the stinger. It won't be long before you can see their results!
In fact, it didn’t take long. Just two weeks later, the first victim appeared. When an An-12 transport plane transporting supplies was preparing to land at a small Soviet military airport in Ghazni Province, the people on both sides of the airport Two Stinger missiles were suddenly fired from the mountain.
The transport plane pilot immediately began to spray countermeasures, which were heat decoys installed at the rear and tail of the aircraft. The massive heat decoys successfully deceived the first Stinger missile that tracked the infrared signal, but the second one did not. The missile successfully dodged the thermal decoy barrage, then followed the signal and flew towards the target. It hit the side and rear of the transport aircraft, which is the cabin area. It opened several large holes there and released a lot of them. scrap.
Fortunately, the transport plane was stuffed with clothes and food, not ammunition, and it did not catch fire. Therefore, the An-12 transport plane, which had its butt blown into pieces, successfully landed under the superb skills of the pilot. At the airport.
At that time, the pilot was so scared. When the airport defenders rushed over, they saw the pilot motionless and thought something serious had happened. Several people hurriedly lifted him out of the cabin, only to find that the guy was so scared that he peed. Pants.
But no one laughed at him. After all, in this situation, being able to pee his pants was already a big deal. Some people wanted to pee their pants, but they didn't have the chance. They all turned into fireworks in the sky.
But it is undeniable that the pilot was lucky this time. What about the next time? This time the An-12 was transporting only clothing and was shot down, thus losing two unlucky pilots. But if the planes transporting personnel were attacked If so, someone in the army will definitely lose their hat!
