Soviet Godfather

Seryozha felt that he couldn't run anymore, but the sound of the tires of the car behind him rolling on the ground never stopped. Now Seryozha can no longer be said to have run away, the will to survive has supported him to the present, while another voice in his mind has been persuading himself to give up. Now Seryozha's mind is blank, there is no anger, no hatred, only deep despair.

"Plop!" Seryozha fell to the ground again. Although he really wanted to stand up, he had more than enough. Gunshots rang out from behind very quickly, and Seryozha couldn't care less about dodging these deadly bullets. Now he only had the strength to breathe heavily, but suddenly he choked on his own saliva, and coughed violently uncontrollably. Seryozha felt that his mouth was full of the smell of rusty iron nails, and he spit out, it was red, and his lungs might have been injured.

Yuri who was next to him wanted to pull Serio Sala up, but pulled himself down instead, and Yuri, who fell down, didn't have the strength to stand up again. Boris, Yakov, and Mikhail also fell to the ground one after another. The sound of panting came and went.

Gunshots sounded from behind from time to time, and the enemy was still urging them to get up and run. Seryozha and the others have ignored these things, and he doesn't even think about his next fate, whether to be killed or captured?

"Throw the gun aside!" Abdul shouted to Sergey and the others in blunt Russian, and Sergey and the others lay on the ground without responding. Abdul gave a wink to one of his men in the same car, who nodded to express his understanding, jumped out of the car immediately, pointed a gun at Seryozha and the other five who were lying on the ground, and approached them cautiously.

Sergey and the others fell to the ground. Although the guns were still in their hands, they knew that as long as they fired, the M2HB heavy machine gun on the opposite car would immediately fire. Now that they have completely lost the meaning of resistance, they might as well save their lives to see if there is any chance to run away.

Abdul's men approached Seryozha, first kicked the gun in his hand aside with their feet, then picked it up and carried it on their backs, followed by Yuri's, Mikhail's, Boris' and Yaya's. Cove's. The guy with these guns on his back turned around and walked back. Seeing that the danger was gone, Abdul slowly walked up to Seryozha. He took off the AK-47 on his shoulder and held it in his hand, pointing his gun at the five guys who fell on the ground.

Seryozha stared at Abdul who was slowly approaching. He took two steps back and instinctively struggled to sit up, but was kicked on the head by Abdul who walked up to him. The blood soon covered Seryozha's eyes, and Abdul didn't intend to stop, and he kicked Seryozha's abdomen fiercely with his feet. Yuri, who was next to Seryozha, wanted to stand up and fight this guy, but was soon shot down by Abdul.

When Abdul's subordinates saw that the leader had made a move, they ran out of the car one after another, punching and kicking Seryozha and the others. Seryozha desperately protected his vitals. These people were not gangsters on the streets of Gorky. They were fighters and guerrillas in Afghanistan. Killing people here would not be punished by law. The irony is that just over a year ago, this country was a close ally of the Soviet Union. The AK-47s and RPGs in the hands of these guerrillas were all aided by the Soviet Union. Many people in the Afghan army can speak Russian. The world is like this wonderful.

One of his subordinates took out the camera that he carried with him, and cheerfully directed everyone to pose. These guys stepped on the five bodies of Sergesha and the others, and Abdul deliberately posed a posture of a conqueror to follow These prisoners of war pose for a group photo.

Abdul saw that the five Soviet troops had been repaired badly enough, so he waved his hand to signal his subordinates not to fight. Abdul always felt that it was not enough to physically torture these Soviets. He wanted these guys to understand who was the master of this country.

Abdul had been following them all along, and he had long seen that Seryozha was the leader of them all.

To humiliate these people starts with their leader. So Abdul went up to Seryozha again, looked at his boots, and said to Seryozha in his broken and curt Russian: "Lick my shoes clean!"

Although the other party's Russian is not very good, every Soviet person present understood this sentence. Seryozha, Yuri, Boris, Mikhail and Yakov, all of them were staring at him angrily. With Abdul.

Abdul saw that Seryozha was not moving, so he kicked him on the head. Seryozha struggled to get up, and spit bloody spit directly on Abdul's face. Abdul was furious, and he wanted to kill the Soviet. Seryozha was quickly knocked to the ground by Abdul and his men. Abdul stepped on Seryozha and pulled the bolt of the gun. Yuri and the others struggled desperately to save Sergesha, but they were quickly knocked down to the ground.

Seryozha was stepped on the ground, turned his head to one side, his eyes were fixed on the front, his cheek was next to the rough sand, this was a shady place, the ground was not exposed to the sun, the cold feeling made Seryozha feel very cold calm. If you are about to die, will you return to the original world?

There is a desolate scene in the distance, the wind blows the weeds, and there is something slowly approaching, what is it, a fox catching hares? snow leopard? While Seryozha was still guessing, the thing stopped moving, and a flash of light surprised Seryozha. Before he had time to think about what it was, a gunshot rang out, and Seryozha instinctively closed his eyes. eyes.

"Am I dead?" Seryozha asked himself in his heart. "Bang!" There was a gunshot. Seryozha opened his eyes, and immediately fell beside him. His face was facing Seryozha, and Seryozha saw that this was the guy who wanted to kill him just now? At this moment, a big hole was opened in this guy's temple, and he was completely dead. Yes, it was Abdul who died.

Seryozha was overjoyed. He snatched the AK-47 from Abdul's hand, shot at these guys running towards the truck, and soon one of them fell down. Seryozha forced himself to calm down, not to let these guys go to the machine gun, or everyone would be finished.

Seryozha stood up, and with all his strength, chased these guys and fired. One guy was only a step away from the truck, but Seryozha shot him dead. There was another guy who was already on the truck. Gunshots sounded in the distance, and this guy was headshot directly.

The gun battle ended quickly, and ten corpses were dropped on the scene, all of them belonged to the enemy. Seryozha stretched out his thumb in the direction of the sniper, and the sniper slowly stood up from the ground. Putting the gun on his shoulder, he walked towards Seryozha step by step.

A long-lost reunion smile appeared on Sergesha's face, look who it is! Dear Battalion Commander Vasily is here!