Dominate South Asia

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The T-8 is an excellent attack aircraft, mainly used to deal with the armored forces of the front-line enemies and ground combatants. This attack aircraft often needs to take off and land at simple front-line airports, so it has excellent take-off and landing performance. The fairly flat runway in the Jalalabad base allows the T-8 to land calmly.

The two fighters landed one after another, taxied for a distance, and stopped.

The ground crews who had been waiting on both sides moved the ladder over and placed it at the hatch. The hatch was opened, and the pilot with a smile on his face took off his oxygen mask and climbed out.

"It's a long distance to fly from the flight test institute." Feigachev said, "This seat is too uncomfortable and not suitable for long-distance flights. We have to tell the guys at Sukhoi to modify the seat of this plane."

The flight boots stepped on the solid ground. Feigachev watched his partner Solinovic also walk down and continued, "But that special incendiary bomb is really good. It's the best gift for the Afghan guerrillas."

As soldiers, obeying orders is their duty. Now, the Afghan battlefield is the best opportunity to test this kind of aircraft. What the two of them are thinking about at this time is how to exert the power of this aircraft.

"The aiming system needs to be improved. Those guys just don't want to use advanced onboard computers." Solinovic complained, "I almost threw a bomb wrong."

"Don't worry about it." Feigachev said, "Let's go, it's time to have a drink. We can't touch Afghan women, but vodka is an indispensable partner in our lives."

After getting on a ground crew car, the two headed towards the tower, where the commander of the flight base, Ilyich, was waiting for them.

"Welcome to Afghanistan." Ilyich said to the two. With the T-8, their support on the ground will be more powerful. Those Afghan guerrillas have always been a headache for them.

"Do you have wine?" Feigachev asked Ilyich. The test pilots have high ranks, and the two are at the same level as Ilyich.

Wine? Hearing the two's questions, Ilyich suddenly felt a headache. You can't drink in the army, especially in the combat troops. There will be orders to take off and fight at any time. How can you drink?

However, almost all Soviet people are addicted to drinking. Many of his subordinates secretly hide wine and take a sip when they find an opportunity. Ilyich can only turn a blind eye. Now, there are too few people like the two people in front of him who come up and ask for wine directly.

Seeing that Ilyich did not respond, Feigachev said: "The maintenance ground crew will arrive in the next two days. Before that, take good care of these two aircraft."

The ground crew here can only maintain the Mi-24 helicopter. This newly developed T-8 aircraft can only be maintained by the personnel of the Flight Test Institute.

After that, Feigachev turned around, took Solinovich, got on the car of the base, and said to the driver in front: "Go to Jalalabad."

"Your Excellencies, you must stay in the base. Jalalabad is very dangerous." Ilyich said.

These are two test pilots. If something happens to them here, Ilyich will also be responsible.

"Haven't we controlled all the cities?" Feigachev asked, "Everyone in the country is celebrating our victory. The Afghan guerrillas are just a small resistance force and will be wiped out soon. What am I afraid of?"

After that, Feigachev said to the driver in front: "Drive!"

Test pilots deal with death at any time. In terms of technology, they study hard and strive for excellence, and in terms of life, they are very indulgent. As tall and burly Russians, life is meaningless without alcohol.

In the test flight institute, there are so many old guys watching, the two dared to drink secretly in the dormitory, and now, at the field base, they can finally be free.

"Two heroes, you are really my idols. When you arrived, the commander's face turned green with anger." The driver in front said to the two people in the back seat while driving. At this time, the two were taking off their flight jackets and changing into ordinary clothes in the car.

"Is there a place to drink in Jalalabad?" Feigachev asked. The driver in front was more accustomed to his temper.

"Yes, Jalalabad, many places sell alcohol. I know a bar that is safer. Almost all of our people are there." The driver said.

Although Afghanistan prohibits alcohol, it does not prevent foreigners from drinking in Afghanistan. In fact, even people in Afghanistan often drink. The drinking method of whiskey with ice and water was created in Afghanistan.

The strictest period of alcohol prohibition in Afghanistan was limited to the few years when the Taliban ruled Afghanistan.

Now, the Soviet Union has occupied Afghanistan, and the Afghan government is a puppet government of the Soviet Union, and has no time to take care of these things.

In the Soviet Union, the strict planned economy made it almost impossible for the middle and lower classes to drink. The soldiers who went out to fight were in danger of exchanging fire with guerrillas or even losing their lives at any time. Therefore, when the mission was over, drinking a glass of wine was their happiest time.

After the driver finished speaking, he looked at the two people behind him and said, "There are special services there. If you need them, I can find you something interesting."

In the bar, in addition to selling alcohol, there are also women engaged in special industries.

Solinovich shook his head: "Women are all devils, it's better to stay away from them."

Feigachov smiled. He knew that Solinovic had been working in the flight test institute for many years, leaving his wife alone. As a result, Solinovic's wife had an affair with a factory worker. When Solinovic found out, he beat the man up and divorced his wife.

Since then, Solinovic has liked drinking, but he never looks for women.

Soon, the car stopped in front of a Gorky bar. The two got out of the car and strode inside.

There were two bartenders at the door. Seeing the Soviet appearance of the two, they let them in directly.

Entering inside, Feigachov saw Soviet soldiers all around. Many of them were not disarmed, and AK-74 rifles were on their backs. He couldn't wait to pick up the glass.

This is a great place!

"Two glasses of vodka." Feigachov said to the bartender at the bar. This person is a native of Afghanistan.

"Okay." The bartender took out two glasses and filled them with wine.

When the stimulating liquid flowed into his mouth, Feigachov felt that every cell in his body was extremely relaxed. Thinking of the village bombed during the day, he felt that life in the test flight institute was too dull. He might as well be transferred from the test flight institute to the front line, where he could drive fighter planes and fight every day. This is the life a pilot should have!

"Another glass." He drank the wine in one breath and put the glass on the bar.

"Oh, oh oh." At this moment, several Soviets suddenly shouted.

Feigachov looked over and saw a woman appearing on the high platform in the middle of the bar. The woman was wearing a transparent suspender skirt, and the black underwear inside could be seen, especially the lower body, which made people imagine.

The Soviets shouted happily and made a lot of noise.

"What is this?" Feigachov asked.

"The new project started yesterday, dancing." The bartender said, watching intently, and saw the woman on the stage taking off her clothes while dancing.

The scene suddenly became more lively.

This is a blond and blue-eyed Western woman. Solinovich watched the woman's waist twisting and her hips constantly making certain gestures, and suddenly felt that he also had some desire.

At this time, the woman looked at her and cast a seductive look.

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"Gululu, Gululu." A donkey cart was moving on the dirt road, and the wheels crushed the loess, raising half a meter of dust.

The people in the car sat listlessly in the front, with the whip drooping in front of the donkey.

A T-62 stood on the side of the road, with the barrel facing outward, as if it could fire at any time. This was a simple roadblock.

Several Afghan government soldiers stood beside the roadblock under the scorching sun above their heads, looking at the donkey cart approaching from afar.

Before the car arrived, a strong and special smell came over, and they couldn't help but cover their noses.

"Stop!" The squad leader of the Afghan government army shouted, holding an AKM rifle and looking at the people in front.

"Huh." The people on the donkey cart stopped the car and looked ahead in confusion. There was no checkpoint yesterday, so why was there a checkpoint here today?

"What do you do?" the squad leader asked.

"Dung diggers." The people on the car said, "Do you need to ask this?"

There was a large round wooden barrel on the car, placed horizontally, and a strong and special smell continued to emanate from it. He was still lazy, as if the other party was asking a very stupid question.

This city, like many cities in Afghanistan, has simple public facilities. The public toilets are all a few pits, and the stench is terrible. After a while, there will be special dung diggers to take away all the dung.

It is the 1980s. Even in the wealthy cities of Kuwait and Saudi Arabia, there are still such toilets in the city. The luxurious flush toilets are not popular yet. Even if they are popularized, in a country like Afghanistan that lacks water resources, it is impossible for every household to use modern sanitary facilities.

"The city is under martial law these days. No one is allowed to enter." The squad leader shouted while covering his nose.

In fact, he just wanted to ask for some benefits. When others hid in the camp to cool off, he had to come here to expose himself to the sun. How could he do it without some benefits?

When the soldiers of the government army were scolded as traitors by the people, they had no shame. The only thing they were interested in was making money.