Soviet Godfather

"I can't help it, take a gamble." Yakov, who was sitting in the driver's seat, said something as if to cheer himself up, but his voice was very low, and he seemed a little lacking in confidence.

"What did you say?" Yuri, who was sitting in the passenger seat, couldn't hear what Yakov was saying, and asked quickly.

"I said, there is no other way, take a gamble!" Yakov repeated loudly what he had just said, this time with a firm tone as if he had made up his mind. He shifted the gear to reverse, stepped on the accelerator suddenly, and the car began to reverse rapidly.

"What do you want to do?" Yakov's behavior surprised Yuri, he didn't know what was going on with Yakov. Battalion Commander Vasily and Sergei who were behind the car were also confused by the sudden reverse of the car.

"Sit down and fasten your seat belts, I'm going to fly over here!" Yakov yelled loudly, but he didn't need to remind everyone that they were already seated, the car was driving at high speed just now, and they didn't fix themselves He had already been beaten to the point of bleeding.

"We'll fall to your death, you lunatic!" Yuri looked at Yakov in fear, but he didn't stop Yakov. Because even if Yakov didn't do it, they would be dead.

The rapidly backing car was getting closer and closer to the guerrillas. Seeing the car rushing towards them backwards, the fighters who had been chasing after them aimed all their guns at them, and the bullets were like bullets. Raindrops flew over. Battalion Commander Vasily held Seryozha tightly under his body.

Yakov looked at the rearview mirror for a while, and looked at the front for a while, he was always estimating the distance. This is not the first time he has done this, he did it last time when he was followed by Popov's men in Gorky City. Just when the car was getting closer and closer to the guerrillas behind, Yakov finally stepped on the brakes, and the car began to slow down slowly until it came to a complete stop. Yakov changed gears again, and the car began to accelerate forward. The pointer of the fast speed gauge is pointing to the maximum speed.

Yakov has no time to deal with those enemies now, his eyes are only on the broken bridges. As the speed of the car got faster and faster, the steering wheel in Yakov's hand became more and more difficult to control. This car was not as good as the Volga that Seryozha had given him. It had no power steering and the steering wheel was heavy as hell. Yakov wanted to ensure that the car would not overturn at high speed. The car flew over the bumpy road, and finally reached the bridge. The car started to go uphill, which slowed down his speed. The distance from the gap was getting closer and closer, and Yakov had already closed his eyes. His heart was about to fly out of his chest. Yuri, who was sitting next to him, covered his head and curled up into a ball.

Just when the car reached the end of the road, Yakov bravely opened his eyes, and he wanted to test his luck with his own eyes. The car began to take off, and Yakov felt himself being thrown into the air. He watched the front of the car start to fall, but there was still a little distance from the other side of the bridge.

"Are you going to fall?"

"Are you really going to fall?"

Yakov repeated this sentence over and over involuntarily in his heart. "Boom!" With a loud noise, the car fell heavily on the bridge on the other side. While controlling the direction, Yakov kicked the brakes crazily.

All the people in the car couldn't believe it was true. Everyone cheered and celebrated the joy of the survivors. No one from the Afghans who were chasing after them dared to fly over from the other side of the bridge like them.

Seryozha also stood up. He wanted to celebrate with Battalion Commander Vasily. When he stood up from under Battalion Commander Vasily, he saw blood all over his body. Commander Vasily didn't respond. fell aside.

. . .

When the sun rose from the horizon the next day, Grachev, who was sitting in the helicopter, slowly saw the city of Kabul bathed in the morning light. only one day,

Grachev felt as if a year had passed. He couldn't believe that he could come back alive.

The strategy Grachev came up with really worked. The tribes of Tajiks and Pashtuns did not have any mutual trust mechanism. , neither tribe did anything to them. Just as Grachev thought, the Pashtuns did not dare to shoot at the Tajik territory, and the Tajiks also did not dare to shoot at the Pashtun territory. Two allies who lack mutual trust just let their common enemy go.

Although they made a big circle, they avoided more casualties. It was not until they were gradually out of danger that they encountered the belated rescue force. Finally relieved, Grachev didn't step into the cabin until all his men had boarded the plane.

The plane had begun to land, and Grachev saw ambulances all around the airport. This time the heroic Red Army suffered heavy losses. Almost all the bodies of the dead soldiers were thrown to the enemy, and many were injured.

The plane finally returned to the ground safely, the medical staff ran over immediately, and the dejected soldiers walked out of the plane. Grachev helped paramedics lift the wounded from the plane and into the ambulance. He didn't start to walk back slowly until everyone had left the plane.

The pilot of the helicopter code-named Firebird II has been sitting in his seat since it landed on the ground and refused to leave. Almost everyone on the plane left, only the flight mechanic who was on the same plane with him saw that something was wrong with him, and was still persuading him: "Andre, you are just following orders."

"Thank you, Nikolai, I just want to be quiet!" the pilot named Andre replied.

"Okay! Don't take too long, go back and rest early!" The flight mechanic Nikolai turned and left, leaving room for Andre.

Most of the people had already left the plane, and Grachev had gone back. Andre took out all the things in his pockets on the plane and put them neatly on the console. He took off his flying helmet and kissed it, then put it on the seat. He slowly got off the plane, took a few steps forward, then stood still, pulled out his own gun from his waist and slowly raised it to his temple.

"Bang!" A gunshot shocked Grachev, who was walking back, he turned around and threw away his coat, and ran quickly to the place where the gunshot was fired. When he arrived there, there were already many people around, Grachev pushed away the people in front of him and slowly squeezed in. When he finally came to the front, he was a little saddened by the corpse of a pilot lying in blood. The pilot held a gun in his right hand, and there was a hole in his temple, from which blood was slowly gushing out. The dead pilot still had his eyes open, and Grachev slowly squatted down and closed his eyes with his hands.