Soviet Godfather

On the tarmac where the 103rd Airborne Division was stationed, five Mi-8 multipurpose helicopters were fully loaded with personnel and ammunition, their engines were started, and they were ready to depart at any time. The head of the 354 regiment, Pavel Sergeyevich Grachev, got out of the jeep carrying him with a cigarette in his mouth, explaining to his deputy what he needed to do while walking.

"Listen, I have already informed the division headquarters about this matter, but they are unwilling to take risks, and only agree to let the Afghan government forces cooperate with us. Although they are useless, it is better than nothing. Tell them, let them follow us Follow my instructions." The noise of the Mi-8 multi-purpose helicopter engine almost drowned out Commander Grachev's voice, and his deputy stretched his ears to listen carefully to every word Commander Grachev said. I also kept writing down the corresponding content in the confidential notebook.

Pavel Sergeyevich Grachev felt that he had almost said what he wanted to say, so he dropped his deputy and strode to the nearest Mi-8 multipurpose helicopter. It took only a few steps to get into the cabin, and with a wave of his hand, the five planes slowly left the ground and flew towards the blue sky.

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After the gunshot, the four of Sergesha, who were standing under the tree, were taken aback. Sergesha pulled out his paratrooper dagger and threw it into Boris' hands. Boris immediately cut off the umbrella strap on his shoulder after receiving the dagger, and immediately fell from the tree. Fortunately, he was caught by Mikhail and Yakov who were waiting under the tree and was not injured.

Seryosha and the others hadn't had time to run when the gunshots came closer and closer. It was too late to run now, and the five of them hid in the woods on the spot. As soon as they hid, they saw comrades fleeing in all directions outside the forest. They turned around and shot from time to time, but this training was not for actual combat exercises, but for parachuting assessment, so the ammunition, water and food they carried Not many. A soldier who turned around and fired a few rounds was smashed into a sieve by the enemy's powerful M2HB machine gun, and half of his head was blown away by the bullet.

Fortunately, the retreating Soviet soldiers did not run into the woods, but ran in the opposite direction, where there was a valley and hilly area, which was easy to hide. Seryozha and the other five nervously watched the mujahideen pass by them, and they breathed a sigh of relief. They retreated cautiously, slowly exited the woods, and then ran forward desperately. The woods are not worth defending, and the enemy is likely to spot them, so it is wise to slip away quietly.

What Seryozha thought was quite reasonable, but unfortunately their actions were quickly discovered by the commander of this group of warriors, Hafizola Kasim Wardak, and now although Hafizola -Kassem Wardak has already blocked most of the Soviet army in the valley, but he does not intend to let those who slipped through the net go. He said to his brother: "Abdul looks Those who ran away over there?"

Abdul turned his head to look where his brother's hand was pointing, and immediately saw the five guys, although they thought they were concealed and bent forward and ran forward. But no matter how cunning a fox is, it cannot hide from the eyes of a good hunter. He immediately nodded to his brother.

"Go and catch them alive, preferably alive." Hafizollah Qasim Wardak had just given the order, and the TOYOTA pickup truck carrying his younger brother Abdul immediately turned around and thanked him. Liao Sha and the others chased after him.

Hafizola Qasim Wardak looked at his younger brother's disappearing figure and nodded in satisfaction. This was simply a great gift from the Lord to the Pashtuns of Paghman. A loyal follower of former Afghan leader Hafizollah Amin, Hafizollah Qassem Wardak changed his name to the same Hafizollah as his idol. Like Amin, Hafizollah Qassem Wardak's hometown is also in the Paghman district on the outskirts of Kabul.

All the children there did not regard Amin as their idol. Amin is a golden phoenix flying out of the mountain village of Paghman, and is the pride of the Pashtun countrymen of Girzai. The Pashtun students in the local school, especially the students of the Girzai tribe, all worship Amin, regard him as their idol and take him as a role model. Hafizola Qasim Wardak is no exception. In order to follow his idol, Hafizola Qasim Wardak studied hard and was admitted to the Kabul Military Academy with excellent grades.

After graduating from the Kabul Military Academy, Hafizollah Qasim Wardak joined the Afghan army. With his outstanding talent and infinite admiration for Amin, he finally entered the guard of Amin's presidential palace and became a member of the Afghan army. Amin's most trusted bodyguard.

On the night of December 27, 1979, a day Hafizollah Qassem Wardak will never forget, Soviet special forces stormed Amin's presidential palace. Hafizollah Qasim Wardak and his comrades put up a desperate resistance, but Amin's presidential guard was no match for the powerful Soviet special forces GRU. The presidential palace guards tried their best and suffered heavy casualties, but they still couldn't stop the opponent's attack. Amin, his four wives and twenty-four children were almost all killed. Hafizollah Qassem Wardak escaped from the presidential palace by desperately defending one of Amin's daughters. The two were lucky enough to escape back to Paghman, and Hafizola Qassem Wardak was seriously injured, and it took him a whole month to recover. Blood debts to be paid in blood, Hafizola Qassem Wardak vowed to tear these Soviets to pieces.

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Abdul ordered the driver not to drive too fast, but to follow them not too far or too close. He wants to play with these Soviets well, play with these Soviets like a cat fooling a mouse.

Seryozha quickly found the TOYOTA behind him. He turned around and was full of bullets, but the AK-74 in his hand was no match for the M2HB heavy machine gun. A volley of bullets came from the opponent, and Serezha hurried forward to dodge. Seryozha and the others ran forward desperately, and the TOYOTA followed behind them, but did not shoot, but followed slowly.

Soon Seryosha understood what the other party wanted to do. As long as his escape speed slowed down a little, the other party would immediately shoot a volley of bullets, forcing them to continue running forward. Xie Liaosha was full of anger, but he couldn't help the other party at all. During the tense and anxious running, the physical strength of the five members of Seryozha and the others drained rapidly. Yakov and Mikhail fell to the ground more than once, but were quickly pulled up by Seryozha and the others. . Whenever Yakov and Mikhail fell to the ground, bullets followed immediately.

Although it was a cold day, Seryozha felt a burning pain in his lungs, a taste of rust in his mouth, and his footsteps began to gradually lose control. Xie Liaosha understood that he had run more than ten kilometers and was close to the limit. He fell into deep despair, was he about to die here?