Dominate South Asia

Durrani sat on a stone, holding a roasted chicken in one hand and a captured Soviet military kettle in the other. He took a bite of the roasted chicken and drank a sip of the water in the kettle, eating happily.

Next to him stood a middle-aged bearded man with burning eyes. His robe was stained with dust. He was a man who had traveled a long distance.

"Are you Durrani?" Seeing that the person in front of him showed no respect at all, Gulbudin suppressed the anger in his heart and said to the person in front of him.

This used to be just a small role, an ordinary guerrilla in a guerrilla team that he belonged to. In the past, there were countless such guerrillas.

Now, this man has grown into a guerrilla commander, leading the second regiment of the Afghan Free Army, fighting guerrillas in the Panjshir Valley, and becoming a warlord with a heavy army.

"Yes, that's right." Durrani chewed the chicken, glanced at Gulbudin from the corner of his eye, and said, "If you want to join our guerrillas, you have to pass the test first. Did you see that millstone? If you can move the grindstone, report to training camp."

"Damn it! I'm not here to participate, I am a member of the guerrillas! No! I am your direct superior! I am the leader of the Islamic Association of Afghanistan, and you, including instructor Mhammad, are all my subordinates !" Gulbudin said: "Now, I come as the top leader of the alliance, and I am your boss!"

Hearing this, Durrani's face gradually turned cold. He chewed all the chicken in his mouth and swallowed it in his stomach. Then he said to Gulbudin: "My immediate superior is Mr. Hamad, and he is our boss." The top leader of the Afghan Free Army, no one can order us! What organization is this? "

"You guys, do you still remember the oath you took when you joined the association? How can you break your oath!" Gulbudin said.

"The association only provides weapons and supplies and will not interfere with any operations on the front line." Durrani said coldly: "Who broke the original promise? Send a nicotine to give blind orders? The former Panjshir guerrillas , most of them died in the battle, all because of your damn association!"

Durrani looked at Gulbudin with his cold eyes, as if he could kill him. Suddenly, Gulbudin felt a chill in his heart.

"The current Afghan Free Army has been reborn from the cocoon and has nothing to do with the past." Durrani said: "Gulbuddin, if you want to join us, you can start as a soldier. If you choose to leave, Feel free to do whatever you want, but it is impossible to use your identity as an alliance to command our army! We are the army of His Excellency Mhamad! We are the free army that liberates Afghanistan! What alliance is at the mercy of this!”

The channel of the alliance has been abandoned. Through Mhamad, they can directly contact the West and receive supplies. For the West, the people who can best attack the Soviets are supported. Is there still a need for an alliance in the middle? For them, there is no need, especially when they find out that those guys from the alliance are still stealing supplies and equipment.

Gulbudin's face turned pale: "You are all a group of treacherous guys!"

After saying that, Gulbudin turned around and left with a few people accompanying him. His rage was uncontrollable.

Gulbudin and his party disappeared from sight, and Durrani sneered. During the battle, why didn't I see you guys coming to fight with them? Now, seeing that the Free Army has grown, do you want to take over the command? What a joke!

Durrani has grown up, from the ordinary guerrilla to the leader of the Free Army. Naturally, he needs to consider the future of the Free Army. How can those in the alliance believe it!

"What's going on?" Just as Durrani was looking at the horizon, another group of people and horses cleared the way. They were all riding horses. The leader got off the horse and snatched half of Durrani's chicken. While eating, he said, "Dulani, what are you looking at? Are you seeing a woman you like?"

"No, it's someone from the alliance." Durrani said.

"Alliance? Do they still dare to come?" Osama said while continuing to eat roast chicken.

After Mhamad left, Osama led the guards and also fought guerrillas in the mountains. At the same time, he took on liaison and other tasks. Now, he just happened to be here.

"It's the former leader of the Islamic Association of Afghanistan. He wants to take over our army." Durrani said.

Osama continued to eat all the drumsticks of the roasted chicken into his stomach, and continued to ask indifferently: "What? Did you promise him?"

"Of course not." Durrani turned around and found that his roast chicken had been completely eaten by Osama.

"There is still water here." Osama picked up the kettle and took two sips. A spiciness rushed to his head. It was so spicy! This is wine!

However, after the spicy smell passed, he felt warm and comfortable. Osama wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said, "Let's go."

Leaving so soon?

"Two brothers were slightly injured and went to the hospital to ask my sister-in-law to bandage them," Osama said.

After saying that, he got on his horse and the cavalry quickly left.

Osama rode away with a murderous look in his eyes. There were actually people from the Alliance coming to take over this army! It was not convenient for Durrani to do anything, so he just drove them away, so he would just leave it to himself!

Osama led the cavalry through the valley ahead and saw several walkers. They all carried guns. When they heard the sound of horse hooves behind them, they all turned around and looked at them.

"Is the one in front the leader from the alliance?" Osama shouted.

The leader from the alliance? Such respectful words? Gulbudin was delighted and said, "Yes, I am Gulbudin, the leader of the alliance."

"Go over and trample them to death!" Osama said, squeezing his legs together, and the horse ran faster. The entire cavalry, like a torrent, instantly knocked down the people from the alliance, and screams came.

When the horse hooves stepped on them, the ones behind had turned into meat paste.

"Finally, an explanation was given to the brothers who died at the entrance of the valley!" Osama said. At that time, it was because of the special envoy sent by the alliance that the guerrillas suffered heavy losses. Now, this guy claimed to be the leader of the alliance, so he was the culprit. Osama was not polite.

As for whether he committed an offense, Osama didn't care. In his eyes, he only recognized Muhammad. Although Muhammad was not there for the time being, Osama still respected him, and he firmly believed that one day, Muhammad would come back again.

The corpse turned into meat paste and blood. An era ended and a new era came.

Peshawar.

Muhammad looked at the sand table with a serious face. On the large-scale sand table, everything around him was clear.

"After taking off from the airport, the Soviet fighter planes will go into the mountains and then fly to us along the valley." The commander of the Peshawar Air Force Base said to Muhammad: "The previous few times, we relied on the notification of the ground lookout personnel to discover the Soviet planes in time. Every time when our fighter planes took off and flew towards the predetermined interception point, the Soviet planes would also pull up from the mountains and accelerate back to the Afghan airspace."

The Soviets did not give up. They have been trying to fly at ultra-low altitudes from the mountains, but they have repeatedly failed. They have discovered something.

Even with modern radar facilities, the Pakistani Air Force still needs to rely on ground personnel for visual detection. This is ironic. There is no way. Unless they buy early warning aircraft from the United States, enemy aircraft flying at ultra-low altitudes will definitely not be detected in time.

"This time, our lookout personnel did not issue a notice. When our ground radar discovered it, the J-6 took off urgently, but it was too late." The commander said: "When our fighter planes arrived, the Soviets had already bombed the refugee camps and material supply points and accelerated their escape back to the Afghan airspace. We can't cross the border to pursue them."

This time we failed.

"Later, we found that it was a small group of Soviet troops lurking in the mountains, and several of our soldiers in the lookout posts were sacrificed."

Ground personnel observation is not a long-term solution. The Soviets are not fools. When they are discovered by the Soviets, they will come up with new countermeasures to deal with it.

The loss was not large, but the Soviet bombing was like a shadow, suspended above everyone's head.

"Re-dispatch the lookout personnel, send more ground troops for protection, and add more forces at each mountain pass to prevent the Soviets from sneaking in again." After listening to the base commander's words, Muhammad knew that there was no other way, and he could only continue to make up for the loss.

Muhammad's eyes continued to stare at the sand table below. The mountains made it very easy for the Afghan Free Army to fight guerrilla warfare, and also made it easy for Soviet fighters to infiltrate.

Suddenly, Muhammad's eyes were straight. When he just scanned the sand table, he found another route that could bypass the position of his own lookout and go south from the northernmost part!

"Immediately send more lookouts here! Order our air patrol fighters to search here!" Muhammad took the small red flag and inserted it. He keenly felt that the Soviets might have sneaked in from here last time.

"Buzz, buzz." There was a huge roar from the tail engine, and the old fighter was flying in the mountains.

The tail is a fuel-consuming engine. The fuselage style is very similar to that of the MiG-21. The front end is still the old-fashioned nose air intake, but the wing in front of the wing is combined, indicating that this is a fighter that can change the wing sweep angle. At this time, its wings are straightened, achieving good low-altitude performance, and it is flying in the mountains.

Su-22 assembler!