Dominate South Asia

The dagger gun has a short range, and it is very difficult to aim. You have to get close to it to be accurate. Krisevich kept staring at James, who only knew how to eat, while slowly crawling forward. As long as he got close to a distance of ten meters, he could kill the Afghan guerrilla and open up a way forward for his side.

Leave some of that chicken for me! How did you eat both chicken legs? Krisevich cursed this foodie in his heart while crawling.

Suddenly, James, who was eating, raised his head and looked around. When he looked at Krisevich, Krisevich immediately lowered his head. Was he discovered by this guy?

Boil water, remove chicken feathers, grill, and eat. Before he knew it, James had spent more than two hours. Seeing that the sun had set in the west, James knew that he could not delay any longer. After dark, it would be difficult to find the road.

After eating half full, James wrapped the leftover chicken in his clothes, not afraid of the greasy chicken staining his clothes. He poured the water in his helmet onto the fire, extinguished the fire, and then got on the horse.

Looking at the figure riding away on a horse in front of him, Krisevich wanted to rush up immediately. The distance between the two sides was only a short fifteen meters! If he got five meters closer, at a distance of ten meters, he could kill this guy with a silent dagger gun, but now, he could only watch this guy run away with half a roast chicken.

"Follow him!" A voice came from behind.

Now, it was almost dark, and tracking at night would become more difficult. Gil Korchagin knew that he had no choice but to follow up quickly.

The Afghan guerrillas in front, although riding horses, did not dare to ride too fast in such a heavy snow. The Soviet soldiers behind could keep up with him calmly.

James didn't know that there were so many Soviets following behind him. He was greedy and let the guerrillas go first. Originally, he planned to follow the guerrillas' footprints to catch up, but when it got dark, it started snowing again. In the reflection of the snow, he saw that the surroundings had turned into endless snow again, and he couldn't see the footprints in front of him. James suddenly became anxious.

The guerrillas would not walk in the Wakhan Corridor all the time. When they walked a little further, they would go into the mountains in the south. James saw that there were no traces of people walking in front of him, and then he saw a mountain road on the left. He immediately turned his horse's head and followed into the mountain road.

In fact, James knew that waiting here was the best choice. Khwaja would definitely send someone to search for him after he found out that he didn't catch up. However, he remembered that he fell behind because of greed. If he let others look for him again, James felt that he would not have the face to see Muhammad again. He believed that he was lucky and would definitely catch up with the guerrillas.

In this way, James left the Wakhan Corridor and went into the mountains of the Pamir Plateau.

The Soviet soldiers behind him didn't know that James was lost. They couldn't find any traces of the guerrillas in front of them. They could only follow the guys in front. The heavy snow fell on them and melted quickly.

James walked for half the night and was a little tired. The half roast chicken in his arms was frozen stiff. He tore off a piece of meat and put it in his mouth to chew.

The heavy snow stopped again. You can see the stars in the sky above your head. The white snow around you is also reflecting. Everything around is so strange.

Where is he? James kept recalling his route in his mind. He began to panic in his heart, as if he was lost!

Damn! How could he get lost! James was extremely frustrated in his heart. There was heavy snow everywhere. When his dry food was finished and he couldn't find the guerrillas, he would definitely freeze to death here!

Or go back to the original place. Hevaja will definitely send people to look for him everywhere! James thought of this and just wanted to turn his horse around when he heard a shout from the front: "Stop, who are you?"

Two people appeared in the snow in front, wearing Afghan robes and headscarves, only showing their eyes, with ice chips in front of the scarf on their mouths, and their feet, but they were not wearing anything, standing barefoot in the snow, their feet had turned black.

The two men held the Efield MkIII rifle in their hands, which was a weapon during the third Afghan war. They pulled the bolt, and with a clatter, the muzzle pointed at James.

James' eyes suddenly lit up: "Thank God, I finally found you! Take me to see your captain!"

After saying that, James slapped his horse and was about to move forward.

"Stop!" The two guerrillas were even more nervous and said, "Who are you?"

In such heavy snow, where would anyone walk? Unless they were Soviets!

"I'm American." James said, "I'm here to provide you with weapons."

James pulled off the scarf on his face, revealing a Western face, and he was indeed not a Soviet.

American? The two guerrilla sentinels slowly relaxed: "Are you here to provide us with weapons?"

The weapons of their guerrillas were too backward. They were two sentinels holding two rifles, while in their guerrilla base, there were less than 20 guns in total, and some people were holding machetes.

Now, this person actually came to provide weapons to our side? Or was he an American? That was simply too good!

However, he still couldn't relax. One of the guerrillas winked at the other guerrilla. He stepped forward and started searching James and his horse. Several cans of American cans were found on the horse, and the two of them were immediately drooling.

"I'll give it to you." James said. At this time, he was beginning to wonder. Judging from the prospects of these people, they didn't look like Mhamad's guerrilla group at all. He should be with another guerrilla group. Met.

This guerrilla force has not yet received assistance from the outside, and its equipment is very backward.

Although the United States and other Western countries spared no effort to support the Afghan guerrillas in their struggle against the Soviet Union, there were too many Afghan guerrillas. Three to five people, or more than a dozen people, organized together, could fight against the Soviets. Such guerrillas The troops acted as a constraint on the Soviet army. At the same time, because there were too many of them, the United States could not take care of them at all.

As for the principle of the United States, as long as there is a guerrilla group that contacts itself, it must support it. Now that he has encountered this guerrilla group, James will naturally not give up the opportunity.

"Thank you." The two said, holding the can, but they didn't know how to open it. One of the guerrillas took out his bayonet, opened the can, looked at the beef inside, and even though it was frozen hard, he still picked up a piece. Stuffed it into his mouth.

The guerrillas sound very majestic, but now, many guerrillas are struggling to survive. They fight against the Soviet Union without being paid, and they have to find ways to buy guns and ammunition themselves. The Afghan people, who were originally poor, are now even poorer.

There are very few guerrillas in Afghanistan today who, under leaders like Mhammad, continue to win battles, receive aid from outside, and at the same time seize weapons and food from the Soviets.

"Please come with us." After eating the can, the two men's attitudes towards James immediately changed. They put away the guns, carried them behind their bodies, stepped on the snow, and walked towards the valley with James.

James was slightly happy, at least he could sleep peacefully tonight.

After walking five or six miles, a cave appeared in the center of the valley. At the entrance of the cave, there was an AKM automatic rifle with a bipod. This was already their strongest firepower.

Seeing the two men bringing back a person, the guerrilla in front of the automatic rifle at the entrance of the cave immediately asked: "Herris, who is this person?"

"They are Americans. They are here to provide us with assistance. They want to see the captain."

"Who wants to help us?" A voice came from inside the cave entrance.

A middle-aged Afghan emerged from the cave. He was wearing the same robe, a pair of Soviet military boots on his feet, and a pistol on his waist. His eye sockets were somewhat sunken.

"Hello, my name is James, from the CIA." James said to the guerrilla captain: "We in the United States very much support the anti-Soviet struggle in Afghanistan and hope to get in touch with various guerrilla groups and provide weapons and equipment."

"Sir James, what weapons can you provide us?" said the guerrilla captain Lamel.

"Like this AKM rifle, bullets, and RPG rocket launchers." James said: "We can provide them all and let every guerrilla here have them."

"Thank you very much. Welcome our guest." Ramel was overjoyed when he heard this. Now, his team didn't even have rocket launchers and could only kill a few lone Soviets. It was impossible to fight against the Soviet army.

James walked into the cave and could see that this was where the guerrillas lived. The ground was covered with withered grass. Several guerrillas just lazily sat up from there. At the entrance of the cave, there was a big pot next to it. There was only half a bag of grain.

The cave is quite large and can accommodate more than twenty guerrillas without any problem.

Sitting on a pile of dead grass, James said: "I came here to find the warriors here who resisted the Soviet Union. I got in touch and determined the number of weapons needed. When the snow melts next year, the weapons will be shipped."

Lamel's desire for weapons was overwhelming, but he also knew that now was indeed not the time. Heavy snow had blocked the mountains and it was difficult for people to walk. Those weapons could not be transported for the time being.

"We need equipment for thirty people." Ramal said: "My boys just lack weapons, otherwise they will definitely be able to fight. Now, the guerrillas here have given the spotlight to the Pashtuns." The Khwaja of the tribe was snatched away!”

When Ramal said this, he was still a little angry. James suddenly discovered that although the guerrillas in the cave were all bearded, they were somewhat different from the guerrillas in Hamad. They are not Pashtuns, they should be Tajiks!