Because Bashtu's actions aroused Rambo's suspicion, he had been paying attention to Bashtu's every move during the subsequent transfer, and he also told his team about the problem, and several PCs followed silently. Bashtu's attention aroused.
Then, Rambo really discovered something was wrong.
After their new transfer, Bashtu would leave in the middle of the night every day. Rambo did not follow each other because he was worried that the tracking would be discovered. But what was very outrageous was that every time Bashtu left late at night, the next day, the Soviets Will find them quickly.
Even once, when they had just moved to a new place and were preparing to bury pots to make rice, Soviet scouts came over and bumped into the PCs who were going to fetch water at the foot of the mountain.
Without saying a word, the Soviet scout took out Makarov, and PC also pulled out 1911. The two shot each other six times at a distance that was almost face-to-face. PC was hit in the neck, and the scout was also hit twice. Gun then fled with injuries.
The PC who was hit in the neck by 9 bullets lost too much blood and eventually died because he could not stop the bleeding. In order to prevent his identity from being revealed, Rambo could only throw an incendiary bomb on the opponent's body and kill him. bodies burned.
Rambo felt very unhappy after losing one of his men, so after Bashtu left again, he stood up decisively and followed Bashtu.
Under the moonlight, Rambo followed Bashtu around the rugged mountain road several times. Finally, he saw him stop at a fork in the road, then took out his dagger and started carving something on the mountain wall at the fork. .
Suddenly enlightened, Rambo immediately strode forward, then turned on the light of the tactical flashlight, shining on Bashtu's face.
"Mr. Bashtu, it's so late, what are you doing?"
"ah?"
Bashtu, who was frightened by the flashlight, quickly stretched his hands to his waist when he heard this, and then came to his senses when he heard Rambo's voice.
He took his hand back inadvertently and stood up slowly.
"Mr. Rambo, it's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet?"
"I can't sleep. My man is dead. I feel very sad. I feel I have failed my boss for his great trust!"
"I see, I'm sorry!"
"So, what are you doing now? Who are you leaving a mark for?"
Rambo waved his flashlight at the very obvious arrow mark and the unknown symbol on the side, and asked.
"I'm sending a message to my people. They lost contact with me in the mountains. I'm worried about them!"
Bashtu looked like it was a matter of course, and then asked rhetorically.
"Do you think I'm sending a message to the Soviets?"
"Why not? Every time before we were chased away by the Soviets, you would get up in the middle of the night. Of course I would suspect that you were a little naughty!"
"Really, but actually I am just leaving a message to my people to let them know where we are going and to meet us in the future!"
"Are they yours or the Soviets? Mr. Bashtu, I understand that your appearance is very sudden. Are you really a Turk?"
After that, Rambo said hello in Turkish, and after Bashtu heard it, he also said hello in proficient Turkish.
But this does not dispel Rambo's doubts!
"Mr. Rambo, you Americans are still too paranoid. We are allies, how can I still harm you?"
"After all, the situation is special, Mr. Bashtu!"
Rambo raised his eyebrows.
"However, since you said you were sending a message to your men, we can wait and see if the ones coming tomorrow are the Soviets or your guerrillas? What do you think?"
Bashtu was stunned again when he heard this, and then sighed helplessly.
"Mr. Rambo, why do you have to do this?"
"I'm just responsible for everyone's lives. How about I wake them up and let's take a look together?"
"If that's the case, then I'm sorry!"
Bashtu said immediately.
"Yes, I am the person you think of, and I am not a pilgrim from Turkey, I am an Azerbaijani!"
"That's normal!"
Rambo nodded. There are also Turks in Azerbaijan, so it is not surprising that they sneak into Afghanistan.
Then, Rambo silently moved his hand to the quick-draw gun holster on his thigh, but just as he was about to draw the gun, another voice sounded behind him.
"Don't move, Americans!"
Rambo's movements paused. He was familiar with this voice. It was the last subordinate beside Bashtu. He was an authentic Afghan. But he didn't expect that this guy was also an undercover agent.
"Mr. Rambo, you don't think that I don't have any preparations, do you?"
"Really? Now, what do you want to do with me? It will be dawn in a while, and it's not far from the camp. If you shoot, they will hear it!"
Bashtu's men first came over and took away Rambo's gun, then turned to face him and stood with Bashtu.
"You're right, shooting here will be heard by them, but!"
Bashtu stretched out his hand, and then his man took out a gadget from his clothes and handed it to the former.
"But I have this!"
Bashtu proudly installed the item on his Makarov pistol. The thing was a silencer. Although it was not completely silent, it was enough to reduce the sound of the gunfire to a certain range.
They were already more than a few hundred meters away from the campsite. At this distance, the sound of the silencer could not be transmitted at all.
"It seems that you are well prepared!"
"After all, it's normal to work hard with your head up and be prepared!"
"Yeah, everyone is the same!"
Rambo nodded. Normally, the average combatant would only carry two guns, one long gun and one short gun. But he was not an ordinary person. There was also a Colt 1873 policeman inserted into the tactical vest on his back. Long model.
This short-barreled revolver is almost the size of his hand, so it is also used by Rambo as his personal defense weapon.
Now the Glock pistol on his thigh has been confiscated, so if he doesn't want to die, he can only use this revolver with only six bullets to give it a try.
"Okay, Mr. Rambo, it's time to send you on your way. Don't worry, your companions will join you!"
"Wait, I have something else to say!"
"No chance!"
"John, they're here!"
Rambo's sudden shout immediately attracted the attention of the two people. Although Bashtu did not turn his head, he was still distracted.
Rambo also took this opportunity to quickly draw his gun and fired six bullets at the approximate location of the two men.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"
The almost continuous gunshots were extremely loud in the silent valley.
