Dominate South Asia

Mhammad's eyes narrowed into a slit. When he saw the look on the face of the squad leader guarding the roadblock, he knew what this guy wanted to do. A small official guarding the intersection was a big moneymaker, but he was just a dung collector. How could he afford to give this guy money?

"Oh, okay, the toilet in the headquarters has been full for a long time. I agreed with the quartermaster yesterday to go and emptied it. Since there is martial law these days, I won't go." Muhammad said, "The crops in the fields should be ripe these days, so I'm going back to harvest the crops."

The toilet in the headquarters? The squad leader knew that there was indeed a toilet in the headquarters that could be used by dozens of people at the same time. In addition to a few senior officials who could use the high-end toilet, even the quartermaster used the stinking toilet. That thing was full. If he knew that he was blocking him from coming in...

Thinking of this, the squad leader said, "Since we are going to the headquarters, let's go. Come on, move the roadblock."

Driving the donkey cart, Muhammad narrowed his eyes and continued to go into Jalalabad.

After passing this roadblock, you will enter Jalalabad, a big city in Afghanistan. You can see various old buildings, mosques with pointed roofs, and pedestrians rushing to and fro on the streets.

A team of government soldiers walked quickly, and when they saw the donkey cart, they subconsciously walked faster.

Although the Soviets occupied the city here, because the Soviets had to go out to clear out the guerrillas, the security in the rear was mainly the responsibility of the Afghan government army, and only scattered Soviets could be seen on the streets.

The day before yesterday, I received a message from James that the intelligence personnel arranged by the CIA in a bar in Jalalabad found the two Soviet test pilots, who loved to drink very much.

Yesterday, the two test pilots came to the bar again. This can be seen as a rule. Today, the two may come again.

So, Muhammad decided to kill the two test pilots in this bar! And, use the most violent way!

Muhammad drove a donkey cart and wandered in the alleys of Jalalabad. He wandered slowly, waiting for the signal.

Several Afghans in robes walked by Muhammad's donkey cart and gestured to him. Muhammad also made a secret gesture in response.

Everything is normal, ready!

A few hundred meters away is the bar. Muhammad drove the donkey cart and continued to wander leisurely. Suddenly, with a click, the axle of the donkey cart broke in the middle and the front was raised high.

The donkey was startled and called twice with a grunt.

Muhammad jumped off the cart, untied the donkey's rope, and tied it to the shade of a tree nearby. He looked at the broken axle under the donkey cart, shook his head helplessly, and got in.

The people around kept looking sideways, smelling the smell, and quickly left with their noses covered.

Under the car, Muhammad has been repairing it non-stop, but it seems that there is no effect.

"Crack." A Soviet-style off-road vehicle stopped at the bar on the corner of the street. Two Soviets got out of the car and walked in swaggeringly.

Muhammad held his breath. The person he was waiting for came!

Feigachev and Solinovich jumped out of the car and walked into the bar very skillfully. They have liked this place in the past two days.

Especially Solinovich. In the past two days, he was sure that the dancing girl had been flirting with him. Yesterday, when the girl took off the last pair of underwear that only covered her shame, she threw it to him. If it weren't for a private soldier to grab it from him, the underwear would be his. Thinking of this, Solinovich felt excited, and the long-lost feeling came again.

"Solinovich, that woman seems to be interested in you." When he walked to the door, Feigachev suddenly said.

"I came here to drink." Solinovic dodged and walked inside. Although he was walking towards the bar, his eyes were looking in the direction of the stripper's performance.

"Haha." Feigachov laughed and said, "Solinovich, if I were you, I wouldn't drink, and go directly to the back to find that woman."

Every time the performance, the woman came in from the back of the bar. Feigachov had observed that there should be some special rooms behind the bar. His sensitive ears seemed to be able to hear the women's moans coming from inside.

"Two glasses of vodka." Feigachov walked to the bar and said to the bartender inside.

"One glass will do." Solinovic said, "I'll go out for a while."

Watching Solinovic walk into the bar, Feigachov smiled. This guy had been thinking about it for a long time, but he didn't admit it.

Behind the bar, there were partitions. Solinovic listened to the screams from the partitions and felt a burning desire. Where was the dancing girl?

"Hey, girl, stop!" At this moment, a partition door opened, and a lazy woman came out and walked slowly backwards.

Just by looking at the back, Solinovich knew it was the dancing girl, and he immediately called out.

The girl turned around, threw a familiar wink at Solinovich, and said, "Go in and wait for me, 300 rubles per time, I'm going to pee outside first."

The girl said it very directly, not shy at all. Solinovich blushed instead. This was the first time in his life that he had paid for a woman, and he was willing to be ripped off. Three hundred rubles a time! It was simply a sky-high price.

The girl continued to walk outside, where there was a back door.

Solinovich wanted to go into the partition and wait, but another unique psychological drive made him follow her out.

When he reached the back door, Solinovich pulled hard, but couldn't open it! The door had been locked from the outside.

What's going on? Going to the toilet also requires locking the door from the outside? Solinovich thought depressedly, walked back, walked two steps, and suddenly smelled something, something was wrong!

There was a street behind, where was the toilet? The girl was dressed neatly just now, and it was clear that she was going to leave!

There was a problem, there must be a problem!

Solinovich took a few steps back, ran over quickly, and hit the side of his body against the door panel, bang! There was a violent collision, and he felt that all his bones were hurting. The wooden door in front was so strong!

"Bang!" He finally couldn't help it, pulled out his pistol, and shot the door lock.

"Balan." The door was opened, and outside, it was indeed an empty street. The girl had run away long ago.

**, dared to lie to me!

"What's going on?" Solinovic's gunshot alarmed many people, and they ran over from the front, holding their guns.

"Bang, bang, bang." At this time, a special sound was heard not far away.

Smelling the smell in the air, Solinovic reacted: "Rocket!"

On the street, donkey cart.

At this time, the big wooden barrel of the donkey cart, the wooden barrel used to hold manure, had its front cover off, revealing the conical object inside, with round holes on it. Just now, Muhammad was busy under the broken axle. He was not repairing the axle at all, but supporting the donkey cart steadily. At the same time, he kept aiming visually. At such a close distance, he must not miss the target.

When he received the signal, Muhammad climbed out from under the donkey cart and quickly pressed a button installed at the bottom of the donkey cart.

The rockets in the rocket launcher are fired by electric shock. Now, with the stimulation of the current, a 57mm rocket flew out of the rocket launcher.

The thick smoke at the tail completely covered the donkey cart. In the black smoke, the rocket with a tongue of fire flew out of the rocket launcher and flew to the bar opposite.

Then, the second one flew out from it.

This is the UV-32-57 32-tube 57mm rocket launcher on the Mi-24 helicopter. It is a ground-killing weapon. When it keeps spitting out tongues of fire, it will create a ruin on the opposite side.

In order to prevent innocent people from being affected, only ten rockets were stuffed in here. Now, as rockets flew out of the launch nest one by one, Muhammad, who had dodged to the side, looked at the bar opposite.

"Boom!" The rocket landed accurately on the bar. Just this one rocket blew up the roof of the bar, and a scream came from inside.

"Boom!" The second rocket landed, and the whole house collapsed. At the exit of the ruins, Soviets kept pouring out.

"Da da da, da da da." The Afghan guerrillas hiding around immediately pulled the trigger, and bullets poured over. The people who had just escaped death fell down immediately.

"Boom!" The third rocket fell right among them, and those Soviets who were shot but not dead were all turned into minced meat in the explosion.

"Soviet devils who massacred innocent villagers, this is your price!" Muhammad shouted loudly, and his voice spread far away.

"Retreat!" When all ten rockets landed there, the bar had completely turned into ruins, and a big pit appeared underground. There would be no survivors there, and even a complete body could not be found. It had been completely destroyed.

According to the original plan, they quickly retreated to the alley, walked along the winding alley to the edge of the city, and then slipped out through a tunnel.

If it weren't for carrying the rocket launcher, Muhammad would not have to bother pretending to be a manure digger. He could just set up an ambush at the door of the bar and snipe.

In doing so, Muhammad not only killed the two murderers who killed the villagers, but more importantly, warned the Soviets to launch an attack on innocent villagers. No matter how much it cost, he had to kill him!

Suddenly, Muhammad stopped, held the gun in his hand horizontally, and then pulled the trigger towards an alley on the side.