Dominate South Asia

This is such a damned hell of a weather! James cursed again. In the team, the Pakistani soldiers who followed the transport disguised themselves as civilians and transported the supplies.

Compared to James, the Pakistani soldiers were relatively calm. After all, they were helping their Afghan brothers. Since the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, not only has the war spread all over Afghanistan, but the border areas of Pakistan have also become unstable. Soviet planes often cross the airspace and enter the Pakistani sky, and several air battles have broken out.

Their feet stepped on the heavy snow on the ground. The people in front had stepped out of the snow one by one, and then flattened it. When the people behind walked by, it had turned into a layer of dark ice. Their military boots were soaked.

James looked at the rolling mountains, cursed a few words, and then stepped on the snow again. He also knew the importance of this mission. He vented his dissatisfaction, picked up his mood, and continued to step on the snow.

Donkeys were used to pull goods, and even James himself had to walk on the snow.

At the back were several rocket launchers pulled by donkeys. The guns were not heavy, but the snow was too thick. The Pakistani soldiers pushed them and were exhausted.

Just like that, they walked step by step. The hundreds of kilometers of mountain roads made them suffer.

"Alert." Suddenly, a Pakistani soldier walking in front shouted to the back.

Following his shout, all the soldiers quickly took out automatic rifles from the donkeys and looked at the distance and the sides vigilantly.

There were mountains on both sides, and only the valley in the middle was narrow and long, which was very easy to be ambushed.

Even if some stones were thrown down from the hills on both sides, it would be enough for them.

A dozen horse-riding figures appeared in the distance, which made them inexplicably excited. The people coming in front were not the Soviets, but...

Afghan guerrillas!

The horses' hooves stepped on the snow, leaving footprints one by one, and the people on horseback looked at this side with the same excited expression.

"Long live the Jihad!" The person in front shouted, and said loudly to the transport team: "We are sent by Instructor Muhammad to meet you. Thank you for your hard work."

James threw away the cigar in his mouth and said to the rider in the front: "Khwaja, I know you. I have seen you in the guerrillas."

"Mr. James, you have worked hard." Khwaja said.

After entering the Afghan mountains, James's hard days finally ended. He handed the goods to the Afghan guerrillas, and he rode one of their horses.

Khwaja looked at the supplies with a smile on his face. After learning that the United States had transported the supplies, Muhammad immediately sent Khwaja to lead a dozen people to greet them.

At the same time, it was also to protect them. The Wakhan Corridor was too dangerous. In Muhammad's memory, when this passage was discovered by the Soviets, they often came here for sneak attacks.

Khwaja was extremely excited when he saw the multiple rocket launchers behind him. With these weapons, he would be able to fight the Soviets more easily in the future. Moreover, these rocket launchers were so small that they could be pulled by horses to fight guerrilla warfare in the mountains.

But... it seemed to be a bit troublesome now. The heavy snow made these donkeys and Pakistanis miserable. You could tell from their embarrassed appearance behind.

"Come, let's help." Khwaja said, getting off the horse.

"What are you going to do?" Pakistani soldiers asked. They looked at the dozen people who came, took out wrenches and pliers, and started to work on the multiple rocket launchers.

"Take it apart." Khwaja said, and he had quickly removed the two tires, and began to take the rocket launchers apart one by one in order.

After taking the rocket launchers apart, Khwaja and others put them on their horses. After taking apart a multiple rocket launcher, three horses could easily carry it.

Seeing these rocket launchers being disassembled, the Pakistani soldiers who were traveling with them said, "This is a good idea. After disassembling, we can go back and reassemble them. By the way, how come you are so familiar with this kind of rocket launcher?"

Hwaja removed the last screw, put it in a cloth bag, and said, "In fact, we are not familiar with it at all. This is the first time to disassemble it."

They only saw the rockets a month ago, and this rocket launcher is the first time they have seen it.

The Pakistani soldiers were shocked: "Aren't these rocket launchers useless?"

"We just disassemble them." Hewaja said, "After we go back, Instructor Muhammad will reassemble it."

Before they came out, Muhammad considered that it would be very troublesome to transport those multiple rocket launchers in this weather, so he gave the task to Hewaja. After disassembling, put them on the horses they brought, and reassemble them after returning.

As long as Hewaja did not disassemble it too violently and lacked parts, Muhammad could reassemble it completely easily.

After disassembling, the Pakistani soldiers behind felt relieved, and their mission had been completed.

Except for James, the rest of the Pakistani soldiers completed their mission and turned around in the mountains ahead to return to Pakistan.

James rode on a horse and hummed a tune.

"Sir James, before we set off, Sir Muhammad repeatedly reminded us to be careful and concealed, and not to reveal our whereabouts." Seeing James holding a cigar and riding a horse, Hewaja couldn't help but say.

"The Soviets will never discover the secret passage here. Now that the weather is so cold, no one would believe that someone is walking here." James said: "If I didn't have to discuss follow-up support with Mr. Hamad, I would I’m too lazy to go to the mountains with you, it’s as cold as hell here.”

James said it simply, like the expression on a rich man's face when giving alms to a beggar.

Khwaja looked around and saw that he had now entered Afghanistan. The journey here had been peaceful, and the way back should also be smooth.

The Soviets would not act at this time.

Khwaja didn't know that at this moment, a reconnaissance satellite flew quickly overhead.

The satellite's camera kept rotating, and finally it was pointed at the ground, locked, amplified, and transmitted back to the ground through the signal transmission of the synchronous satellite.

Several KGB intelligence analysts stared at this enlarged satellite image with great solemnity.

"Immediately send the information to the 108th Division of the 40th Group Army. They know what to do." A KGB leader said.

"Director, the combat effectiveness of those people in the 108th Division is too weak. We should mobilize the GRU people to avenge Force A!"

"This is what it means above." The KGB leader said: "The captain of Troop A who died last time was the son of the commander of the 108th Division. Don't worry, the 108th Division will not lose this time."

Soon, top-secret information was placed on Kulikov's desk.

With this information, Kulikov's eyes showed his son's resolute face again. The last time he saw his son was three years ago, when his troops were not stationed in Afghanistan. Now, he will never see him again. Not here.

Facing the attack on his own airport, Kulikov did not immediately mobilize all his troops and enter the mountains to find a decisive battle with the guerrillas. Kulikov has gradually understood that this method will not only cause him to lose more soldiers. , it is simply impossible to effectively combat the guerrillas.

It is better to dispatch a battalion or a regiment of troops than to dispatch a platoon or even a squad after finding the guerrillas' lair!

Kulikov stood still and set his sights on the Wakhan Corridor. Since the weapons of this guerrilla group were shipped from Eastern countries, the Wakhan Corridor was the only way to pass.

With the help of overhead reconnaissance satellites, we surveyed the Wakhan Corridor several times a day. Within a month, we finally discovered this transportation team, followed it several times, and confirmed that it had connected with the Afghan guerrillas.

"Order, the reconnaissance company of the 181st Regiment, parachute to the Chahan Corridor." Kulikov said: "Follow the Afghan guerrillas transporting weapons, find the base of the Afghan guerrillas, and completely eliminate this guerrillas!"

Kulikov's fist hit the table, causing a crack in the thick huanghuali table.

Avenge your son! If Kulikov hadn't been responsible for commanding the entire division, he would have really wanted to follow him in the battle and wipe out all the guerrillas with his AK74 rifle!

"Your Excellency, Division Commander, why don't we just send a few people to follow and wait until we discover the base of the Afghan guerrillas before calling for reinforcements?" Chief of Staff Belgrade said: "It's freezing outside now. I'm afraid we have to follow from here. It took several days of wandering around the mountains to find traces of the Afghan guerrillas.”

Belgrade intuitively felt that Kulikov's tactics were somewhat inappropriate. After all, the Wakhan Corridor was still a long way from the base of the Afghan guerrillas.

Kulikov shook his head: "No, if it were other Afghan guerrillas, we might be able to do this. We must be cautious about this one. I have a hunch that as long as our female deer is close to the mountainous area, that cunning Mhamad discovered it and immediately went deeper into the mountains to never find it again.”

The ability of this guerrilla group to attack the airport shows the excellence of the commander. Although Kulikov is eager for revenge, he also knows that he must be cautious.

In the dark night, there was a rumbling sound in the sky. Three Mi-8 helicopters landed on a wide ground in the Wakhan Corridor. This kind of helicopter is nicknamed Hippopotamus because of its big belly.

Soviet soldiers wearing winter combat uniforms jumped down from above. They were all soldiers of the most elite reconnaissance company. From the way they got off the plane and from their smallest warning movements, it could be seen that they were experienced. Excellent soldier in battle.