Soviet Godfather

Hafizollah proudly watched the surrendered Soviet soldiers walk out of the house one by one, their weapons were confiscated, black cloth covers were put on their heads, and they were quickly escorted into the car. Unlike those dejected comrades in arms, Seryozha has been constantly feeling the surrounding environment. With the darkness in front of him, Seryozha felt a sense of familiarity, just like when he was in Lubyanka.

Sitting in the bumpy car, Seryozha pricked up his ears and listened to everything around him. He silently estimated the route the car was driving, and took note of every turn, stop, and acceleration. After about an hour or so, Seryozha suddenly heard the sound of running water in his ears, and he smelled a pungent smell in his nose.

With a sound of "squeak", the car that Seryozha was riding in finally stopped, and they were taken outside one by one, and then their hoods were removed. Seryozha's eyes suddenly transitioned from the darkness to the bright environment. He felt very uncomfortable, but he still forced himself to open his eyes wide and carefully observe the surrounding environment.

The first thing that catches the eye is a huge plane, which is the hijacked An-22 heavy transport plane. Seryozha's eyes didn't linger on it too much, he looked around for things other than the plane, and he saw a meandering river flowing into the distance. In the distance, there is a colorful area, which looks like cloth drying. Combined with the pungent smell in the air, Seryozha was sure that there must be a cloth dyeing workshop.

Just as Seryozha was about to take another look at the surrounding environment, the fighters who were in charge of guarding them began to drive them into the plane. Seryozha felt a little surprised, why did they lock everyone up in such a place. Full of doubts, Seryozha boarded the plane for the first time. Unexpectedly, the plane was not empty. A blond young man dressed as a pilot was sitting inside.

More than a hundred captives were quickly driven into the plane. Everyone watched the pilot remain silent. The pilot stood up in embarrassment and introduced himself: "My name is Anton, and I am the pilot of this plane. I'm the same as you~~" Anton swallowed the second half of the sentence under the angry eyes of everyone.

"It seems that this place is very spacious, enough for so many of us to live together!" Seryozha walked towards Anton while talking. You, my name is Seryozha!"

Anton was moved by Seryozha's enthusiasm and tears welled up in his eyes. For the past few days, he had been terrified, afraid that he would die here, that he would never be able to return to his hometown, and that he would never see his beloved lover again. He began to greet everyone enthusiastically: "It's a pleasure to meet you all. I just tried to make myself feel a little excited, and I didn't mean anything malicious. I..."

"Can you tell me about the situation around here, it's best to tell me everything you know! Why did they lock us up here?" Seryozha didn't have time to listen to Anton's nagging, he learned everything here as soon as possible .

"As far as I know, they are afraid that our air force will suddenly attack and blow up this plane. After all, there are less than one hundred of this plane in the world, and there are many people who are interested. Even the disassembled parts can be sold for a good price. !" Many of Anton's words were his guesses, and he didn't know that the guerrillas actually thought the same way. It is true that some people have taken a fancy to this plane, maybe Americans don’t like it, but Pakistanis, Iranians, and Chinese, more and more people are bidding for Hafizollah, as long as he is willing, he can definitely sell it for a good price .

Seryozha felt that Anton's analysis made sense, but he saw that some items with dangerous chemical marks on the plane were neatly placed in the middle of the fuselage and covered with canvas. Then Seryozha asked again: "What's that over there?"

"Those were white phosphorus bombs shipped to the front line, but unfortunately they also fell into the hands of the enemy this time!" Anton replied.

"White phosphorous bomb? Why didn't the guerrillas dispose of it?" Seryozha asked puzzled.

"This kind of thing is very powerful. It's just a bomb used on the plane, so the guerrillas can't use it. But these white phosphorus bombs are expensive. I think they might want to smuggle them to Pakistan to sell them for a good price." The reason why Anton said this was because those guerrillas had asked about the cost of these things. Anton’s answer at the time was about 20,000 rubles a piece, and there are almost 100 pieces here, which is more than two million rubles. This is not a small amount of money.

The principle of the white phosphorus bomb is very simple. When it is dropped from the air, it will disintegrate and explode in the air. The white phosphorus in the bomb will be evenly spread into the air, and once the white phosphorus encounters the air, it will burn violently, burning everything he touches. to everything. Seeing Boris smoking a cigarette, Seryozha stubbed out his cigarette. Locked up with such a dangerous thing, Seriosha felt that the guerrillas were not afraid of them detonating these white phosphorus bombs. If they wanted to die, everyone would not surrender, and instead everyone would watch these bombs carefully. These fighters are really It's a good plan.

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Compared with the hesitant and helpless mentality of Seryozha, Hafizola is now warmly entertaining his new allies, the Khazais and Tajiks. It was the first time that the three tribes teamed up to achieve such a big victory, which no one expected beforehand. Now Hafizollah's reputation has resounded throughout the land of Afghanistan, even in Pakistan, many people know him. He has become the leader of what is essentially a coalition of three tribes.

And the most powerful thing is that Hafizola also captured a Soviet heavy transport plane, more than a hundred Soviet prisoners, defeated the armored forces in the Kabul theater. All this is beyond the reach of other fighters. But Hafizola is also facing a new problem now, that is, he has no money. In the context of the establishment of a coalition army by the three tribes, Hafizola cannot arm his soldiers with weapons aided by the Americans. Now His defense zone is bigger and his responsibility is heavier. He also needs more money to exchange for better weapons from the Americans, just like the anti-aircraft missiles and anti-tank missiles that showed their power this time, they are simply the big killers of the guerrillas.

All the people at the banquet were full of hope for the liberation of Afghanistan and full of confidence in the prospect of the coalition forces. Only Jalal was a little gloomy. He was disgusted by the sight of those Hadzais, these damned heathens. Jalal left the banquet alone, ignoring the gazes of the people around him, and then he went directly back to the cave where he lived, and took out a satellite phone from his luggage when he left home. There was only one number on it, which was not his parents and relatives. It is a person who is regarded by Jalal as a life mentor, a YSL scholar who was expelled from his homeland because of JDSX, and a great prophet who dreamed of establishing a kingdom of God in Afghanistan.