Muhammad's eyes narrowed into slits. When he saw the expression of the squad leader guarding the roadblock, he knew what this guy wanted to do. A small official guarding the intersection was a man who made a fortune every day. However, he was just a dung collector. How could he have the money to give to this guy?
"Oh, okay. The toilet in the headquarters has been full for a long time. I agreed with the quartermaster yesterday to go and empty it. Since there is martial law these days, I won't go." Muhammad said, "The crops in the fields should be ripe these days, so I'm going back to harvest them."
The headquarters toilet? The squad leader knew that there was indeed a toilet in the headquarters that could be used by dozens of people at the same time. In addition to a few senior officials who could use the high-end toilet, even the quartermaster used the stinking toilet. That toilet was full. If he knew that he was the one who stopped him from coming in...
Thinking of this, the squad leader said, "Since we are going to the headquarters, let's go over there. Come on, move the roadblocks."
Driving the donkey cart, Muhammad narrowed his eyes and continued to move towards Jalalabad.
After passing this roadblock, you will enter Jalalabad, a large city in Afghanistan. You can see various ancient buildings, mosques with pointed roofs, and pedestrians hurrying to and fro on the streets.
A group of government soldiers walked by quickly, and when they saw the donkey cart, they subconsciously quickened their pace.
Although the Soviets occupied the city here, they had to go out to wipe out the guerrillas, so the security in the rear was mainly the responsibility of the Afghan government forces, and only scattered Soviets could be seen on the streets.
The day before yesterday, James received a message that the CIA's intelligence personnel stationed in a bar in Jalalabad discovered the two Soviet test pilots, who were very fond of drinking.
Yesterday, the two test pilots came to the bar again. This can be seen as a pattern. Today, the two may come again.
So, Muhammad decided to kill the two test pilots right here in the bar! And he had to use the most violent method!
Muhammad drove a donkey cart in the alleys of Jalalabad, wandering slowly, waiting for the signal.
Several Afghans in robes walked past Muhammad's donkey cart and made a gesture to Muhammad, who responded with a secret gesture.
Everything is working fine and ready to go!
A few hundred meters away was the bar. Muhammad continued to drive the donkey cart leisurely. Suddenly, with a click, the axle of the donkey cart broke in the middle and the front was raised high.
The donkey was startled and brayed twice.
Muhammad jumped off the cart, untied the donkey's rope, and tied it to the shade of a tree nearby. He looked at the broken axle under the donkey cart, shook his head helplessly, and got in.
People around kept looking sideways, smelling the odor, and quickly left while covering their noses.
Under the car, Muhammad had been repairing it non-stop, but it seemed to have no effect.
"Creaky." A Soviet-style off-road vehicle stopped at the bar on the corner of the street. Two Soviet men got out of the car and walked in with a swagger.
Muhammad held his breath. The person he was waiting for came!
Feghachev and Solinovich jumped out of the car and walked into the bar skillfully. They had fallen in love with this place over the past two days.
Especially Solinovich. In the past two days, he was sure that the dancing girl had been winking at him. Yesterday, when the girl took off her last pair of panties that was just to cover her body, she threw them towards him. If a private had not snatched them from him, the panties would have been his. Thinking of this, Solinovich felt excited, and the long-lost feeling came back again.
"Sorinovich, that woman seems to be interested in you." As he reached the door, Figachev suddenly said.
"I come here to drink." Solinovich dodged and walked inside. Although he was walking towards the bar, his eyes were looking in the direction of the strippers' performance.
"Haha." Figachev laughed and said, "Solinovich, if I were you, I would not drink and go directly to the back to find that woman."
During every performance, the women would come in from the back of the bar. Feghachev had observed that there should be some special rooms behind the bar. With his sensitive ears, he seemed to be able to hear the women's moans coming from inside.
"Two glasses of vodka." Fegachev walked to the bar and said to the bartender inside.
"One cup is enough." Solinovich said, "I'll go out for a while."
Looking at Solinovich walking into the bar, Figachev smiled. This guy had already had this idea in mind, but he still refused to admit it.
Behind the bar, there were partitions. Solinovich listened to the screams coming from inside the partitions and felt a burning desire. Where was that dancing girl?
"Hey, girl, stop!" Just then, a partition door opened, and a lazy woman came out and walked slowly back.
Just by looking at the back, Solinovich knew it was the dancing girl and he immediately called out.
The girl turned around, gave Solinovich a familiar wink, and said, "Go in and wait for me. Three hundred rubles a time. I'm going to pee outside first."
The girl said it very directly, not shy at all. Solinovich blushed instead. This was the first time in his life that he had paid for a woman, and he was willing to be ripped off. Three hundred rubles a time! It was simply an exorbitant price.
The girl continued to walk outside, where there was a back door.
Solinovic originally wanted to go into the partition and wait, but a unique psychological force made him follow out.
When he reached the back door, Solinovic pulled hard, but it couldn't open! The door had been locked from the outside.
What's going on? I have to lock the door from the outside to go to the toilet? Solinovich thought depressedly and walked back. After two steps, he suddenly smelled something. Something was wrong!
There is a street behind, where is the toilet? This girl just dressed neatly, clearly looking like she was leaving!
There is a problem, there must be a problem!
Solinovich took a few steps back, ran over quickly, and slammed the side of his body against the door. Bang! There was a violent collision, and he felt pain in all his bones. The wooden door in front of him was surprisingly strong!
"Bang!" He finally couldn't bear it anymore, pulled out his pistol and shot the door lock.
"Ganlang." The door was opened, and outside, there was indeed an empty street. The girl had already run away.
Damn it, how dare you lie to me!
"What's going on?" Solinovich's gunshot alarmed many people, and they ran over from the front with guns in their hands.
"Bang, bang, bang." At this moment, a special sound was heard not far away.
Smelling the smell in the air, Solinovic reacted: "Rockets!"
Donkey carts on the street.
At this time, the lid of the big wooden barrel on the donkey cart, which was used to hold manure, fell off, revealing a cone-shaped object with round holes on it. Muhammad was busy working under the broken axle, not repairing it, but supporting the donkey cart steadily. At the same time, he kept aiming visually. At such a close distance, he must not miss.
When the signal was received, Muhammad climbed out from under the donkey cart and quickly pressed a button installed at the bottom of the donkey cart.
The rockets in the rocket launcher nest are fired by electric shock. Now, with the stimulation of electric current, a 57mm rocket flew out of the rocket launcher nest.
The thick smoke at the rear completely covered the donkey cart. In the black smoke, the rocket with a tongue of fire flew out of the rocket launcher and flew towards the bar opposite.
Then, a second one flew out from inside.
This is the UV-32-57 32-tube 57mm rocket launcher on the Mi-24 helicopter. It is a ground-killing weapon. When it keeps spitting out flames, it will create a ruin on the opposite side.
In order to prevent innocent people from being harmed, only ten rockets were stuffed in there. Now, as one rocket after another flew out of the launch nest, Muhammad dodged to the side and looked at the bar opposite.
"Boom!" The rocket landed accurately on the bar. Just this one rocket caused the roof of the bar to collapse, and screams were heard from inside.
"Boom!" The second bomb fell, and the whole house collapsed. Soviet people kept pouring out from the exit of the ruins.
"Da da da, da da da." The Afghan guerrillas hiding around immediately pulled the trigger, and bullets poured over. A large number of people who had just escaped death fell down immediately.
"Boom!" The third rocket fell right among them. Those Soviet soldiers who were hit but not dead were all turned into minced meat in the explosion.
"Soviet devils who massacred innocent villagers, this is the price you pay!" Muhammad shouted loudly, his voice carrying far away.
"Retreat!" When all ten rockets fell there, the bar had been completely turned into ruins, and a large pit appeared underground. There would be no survivors there, and not even a complete body could be found. It had been completely destroyed.
According to the original plan, they quickly retreated into the alley, walked along the winding alley to the edge of the city, and then slipped out through a tunnel.
If it weren't for carrying the rocket launcher, Muhammad wouldn't have had to bother pretending to be a dung collector. He could have just set up an ambush at the door of the bar and fired a sniper shot.
By doing this, Muhammad not only killed the two murderers who killed the villagers, but more importantly, warned the Soviets to launch an attack on innocent villagers. No matter what the cost, they must kill him!
Suddenly, Muhammad stopped, held the gun horizontally in his hand, and then pulled the trigger towards an alley on the side.