Soviet Godfather

"Comrade Sergei Ivanovich Petrov, look at how you led the soldiers. You have once again maintained the bottom one position in the regiment. Can you tell me why your results are so stable?" Gera Head Qiaofu unceremoniously criticized Seryozha in front of the whole regiment. Sergey Sha's expression of fear and trepidation at this time made the rest of the platoon leaders secretly proud. A big soldier became an officer so quickly, so how embarrassing are these officers who are standing still.

But Seryozha knew in his heart that Lebed had already greeted him in advance. When he heard this madness, he instinctively wanted to refuse, what a joke, it was like betting his brothers' lives. But when Lebed told Seryozha the whole story, Seryozha immediately realized Grachev's difficulties. Grachev is notoriously lacking background in the entire 103rd Airborne Division. Facing the censure of his superiors, poor Grachev can only turn to his confidants for help. Is there any better bait than Seryozha? Really do not have.

"Comrade Sergei Ivanovich Petrov, you and your men are a disgrace to the 103rd Airborne Division. You are not worthy of being an airborne soldier. I think you might as well engage in transportation!" Gracho The husband continued to belittle Seryozha.

Seryozha blushed furiously, and clenched his fists with golden hands, as if he was about to explode at any moment. Suddenly, another scene that no one in the group expected happened. Seryozha quickly grabbed Grachev by the neck with both hands, and directly grabbed the short Grachev up. It was unheard of for a platoon leader to dare to hit the regiment leader in front of the whole regiment, and some officers who reacted quickly rushed over to persuade them to fight. Seryozha and Grachev grabbed each other by the neck and shouted passionately.

"Grachev, you begged me to be the platoon leader!"

"I'm really blind, even a pig can do a better job than you as a platoon leader!"

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The two of them sprayed at each other, and the people around couldn't pull away no matter what. After everyone managed to separate the two with great difficulty, Lebed hurriedly intervened between the two to prevent them from doing anything, although he knew that everything was arranged.

"Lebed, these are your subordinates. Transfer them to the transport unit today. I can't control them anymore!" Grachev finished his sentence and took off the military jacket that was torn by Seryozha He threw it on the ground, turned around and left angrily. Seryozha was still chattering behind Grachev. Lebed couldn't help but sighed in his heart, they are all good actors!

. . .

The heroic deeds of Seryozha quickly spread throughout the 103rd Airborne Division, and even Eva, who was far away in the hospital, heard about it. She immediately put down what she was doing and ran to Seryozha.

"What's going on? Did you really hit your regiment leader? Don't you have a good relationship!" Eva asked Sergesha with a worried face. Yuri and the others were also sulking, and everyone was waiting for Seryozha to make up his mind.

Seryozha frowned and kept thinking about the problem, but it was not the conflict with Grachev, because it was all negotiated, but how to make this bait safely. He hasn't told Yuri about it yet, because he hasn't figured out how to do it yet.

Eva thought that Seryozha was worried about offending Grachev again, so she looked around vigilantly, and then whispered in Seryozha's ear. Don't worry, there is no other way for us to become deserters like those Turkmen and Kazakh soldiers and flee abroad. Anyway, now that Karim is here, we can rely on her help to pretend to be refugees and flee to Pakistan, and then go to the United States. Go to Europe, go anywhere.

Seryozha couldn't help but glanced at Eva, this woman is so smart! He even thought of a way out so quickly. Recently, Seryozha's life is pretty good, and he has forgotten that he had ever planned to escape. Although Eva's proposal was good, if it had been proposed earlier, Seryozha would definitely agree.

It is a pity that Seryozha cannot be sorry for his friends at this time, nor can he be sorry for Grachev and Lebed. If he defected, the lives of Grachev and Lebed would be over.

Seryozha took the last puff of his cigarette, threw the butt on the ground, and said, "Isn't it just going to be a transport soldier? It's no big deal, we'll go today. It's so dangerous to be a paratrooper. I know where it was blown by the wind."

"But I heard that the transport team is also very dangerous. It was ambushed by guerrillas not long ago, and almost no one survived." Eva said worriedly. Seryozha hugged Eva in his arms gratefully, it felt so good to be cared for.

"If Seryozha really becomes a transport soldier, I hope to modify the vehicle, at least to increase the thickness of the steel plate, so that I can be sure of encountering guerrillas!" Yakov has already begun to think about his transport career.

"When the guerrillas come, fight with them. When have we ever been afraid of others!" Boris also expressed his opinion.

Mikhail and Yuri also looked at Seryozha with confidence, and everyone seemed to not take what happened today seriously at all.

"Would you like to go to my place to have a good meal today and do your best for you." Eva supported Seryozha in her own way. This suggestion was unanimously approved. Everyone started talking and laughing again.

. . .

"General, our chance has finally come!" Hafizola was sitting drinking tea under the moonlight when a subordinate hurried over and said excitedly.

"Opportunity? What opportunity?" Hafizola poured a cup of tea for this subordinate again, while anxiously waiting for the next step. It's a pity that this guy ran a little too fast, and he stood there panting heavily, unable to speak, Hafizola waited so anxiously.

After a while, the subordinate was finally able to speak normally. "The five people in the photo, they offended their superiors and were transferred to the transport team. We finally have a chance to meet them face to face!"

"Really? Is the news reliable?" Hafizola immediately stood up excitedly.

"Reliable, our people and the Americans have confirmed it! They will run under our noses soon, God bless, what a godsend!"

"Immediately inform Jalal to come to my place, this time we must catch them, and we can't let these cunning Soviets run away again, God knows, Abdul's revenge can finally be avenged !"

Hafizollah's subordinates led away. Hafizollah looked at the place where Abdul's bones were buried not far away under the moonlight, raised the teacup on the table and drank it down, and then slammed the cup hard. It was smashed.