Chapter Five Hundred and Fifteen - The Veteran Is Not Old
~.-< >-~ Chapter 515 - Veterans never grow old
"Hurry up, hurry up, you idiots, if you can't take off, I will tear your bones apart."
Ba!~
The long whip whipped up a drop of blood, and a young Tajik man in ragged clothes was whipped to the ground. His whole body was twitching, and he didn't even have the strength to scream. The heavy wooden box on his body was weighing him down.
He could only make feeble moans.
"Tali, Tali, get up quickly."
Behind him, there were dozens of Tajiks carrying heavy wooden boxes. Their faces showed signs of premature aging, but their eyes were full of anger. They did not dare to make any unnecessary movements and lowered their voices to urge them to be knocked down.
The young people must get up quickly, otherwise they will suffer.
Most of their family members were killed and their homes were destroyed by the war. If they were not still young and still had some strength, they would have been killed by these bandits from the south.
But now, they were captured and forced to do hard labor day and night, without enough food and almost exhausted to death. Those guys almost took turns to squeeze out the last bit of their physical strength.
"Uh!~" The Tajik young man who was called Tali by his companions weakly uttered an unconscious single tone, as if the fire of life would be extinguished at any time.
"Damn it, another waster of food."
Boom!~
A stream of red and white blood burst out from Ta Li's forehead as he fell to the ground. His body twitched twice and stopped moving.
The coolies with low eyebrows only saw a guy wearing a black cowhide vest. He blew the smoke from his gun, picked up the whip again, blew up a whip in the air with his hand, and shouted again, "Slacker"
If you don't work, he will be your fate. If you don't want to taste my Gukra's gun, just do it quickly."
People carrying heavy cargo silently let out a desperate sigh in their hearts.
Almighty Allah!
Please save the suffering Muslims.
Some people tried to escape, but failed. Their weak bodies and bruises could hardly run very far. All the escapees were executed on the spot and hung on a wooden pole not far away, becoming a warning to scare everyone, but more
Most of them were beaten to death or even thrown to death while working.
In the distance is a long runway. In the past two days, hundreds of captured Tajiks and Pathans were forced to build a crude runway of nearly one kilometer here.
They didn't know the purpose of building this, but they soon found out that not long after the runway was repaired, or even a few hours later, they heard the sound of thunder in the distance.
With a deafening roar, two silver figures rushed onto the runway at extremely fast speeds, slowed down slowly, and successfully completed the landing.
fighter?
The compact and slender silver-shiny fuselage, the round cross-section fully pressurized air inlet, the quarter-chord line swept back 55-degree all-metal mid-monoplane, and the fully-moving horizontal tail with the same swept back angle, look like
It's a silver swallow.
The Tajiks and Pathans who had sacrificed their blood, sweat, and even their lives for the runway were immediately driven one kilometer away after the completion. Inside the wall surrounded by iron thorn nets, several heavy machine guns were set up outside, and the black holes pointed at the muzzles.
Keep them close and don't allow any movement.
"Mr. Jedin, nice to see you again, haha."
The pilot of the leading "Silver Swallow" climbed out of the cockpit and, with the help of the armed men responsible for the response, took off his helmet, revealing a head of thick short chestnut hair.
At the end of the runway, parked were four or five open-top jeeps covered in dust that looked dusty. Four or five militants holding AK-47s were spread out and on alert, surrounding a group of people in suits.
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"Shkurta Pali Konomi, you are indeed punctual and trustworthy. I didn't expect you to deliver it in person. Can this thing still be used? Damn it, I want to take advantage of the air combat weapon. I have already suffered
Enough with those crappy helicopters."
A white man with shaved black hair came up to him and looked at the two fighter jets that were covered with rivets. They seemed to be quite old.
Shkurta, who has thick short chestnut hair, took out a pair of sunglasses from his jacket pocket and put them on his face. He looked leisurely, more like he was on vacation than delivering goods.
He patted the fuselage hard, which was slightly hot due to friction with the air after supersonic speed, and said: "Don't worry, it is definitely a good thing with good workmanship. It is made by the Chinese. Oh, the quality is absolutely reliable. I spent a lot of money."
They were obtained from Albania at a price of $100. If you hadn’t insisted on getting jet fighters, it would have been really hard for me to get these two good things.”
Shkurta Pali Konomi is an arms dealer who works in war-torn areas. He has always dealt with agents of major forces. His special status makes him still very popular even if he is involved in several ships.
He can get any kind of weapons as long as the price is right. There are even rumors that some Arab terrorists have obtained plutonium for nuclear weapons from him.
"Wait a minute, what kind of antique did you get? It looks very ancient. No, no, no, Shkurta, you bastard. If my fighter jet is not an antique, can this thing still be suitable for war?"
Mr. Jeddin, one of the most popular agents recently active in Afghanistan, did not recognize what kind of fighter it was, but it was definitely not a new or sub-new fighter.
"Haha, don't worry, this is the J-6, an imitation of the MiG-19. You only gave me 1.2 million euros. What kind of decent jet fighter can you buy? You can't even buy a trainer. Even if it's a modern high-imitation version of P
-The 51'Mustang' also costs 5 million US dollars. This price/performance ratio is already very good and very practical. The maximum speed is Mach 1.2 and the attack radius is 680 kilometers. It fully meets your needs. I asked a professional mechanic to perform thorough maintenance.
Yes, it won’t be a problem if I fly for another 800 hours.”
Shkurta walked over and patted Jadin on the shoulder. As an old arms dealer, he tried his best to boast about himself.
"J-6, my God! It's obsolete that even the Chinese don't use anymore. My opponent is the 'Super Tucano'. Damn it, I was fooled. I want to return it." Jie Ding's eyes widened and he beat his chest.
He shouted, causing the nearby armed men to look sideways.
Shkurta was stunned, but laughed instead. He saw what this cunning guy was thinking, and punched Jadin without any courtesy. He hit the opponent's body and said viciously: "You bastard, hurry up."
Pay the money, 1.2 million euros, not a penny less, be careful if I fall out with you. These two J-6s are 80% new and are Albania’s strategic reserves. The surface is only slightly oxidized. Don’t worry, it won’t affect its use whether you wipe it or not.
, it can be loaded with air-to-air missiles, rockets and aerial bombs. The three 30mm cannons can even penetrate tank armor. It is a good thing that has not grown old. Just like the hero Saladin, I have been doing business with you for so many years.
When have I ever tricked you? Look, I have driven here from Turkmenistan. If the quality is not good, I can deliver the goods to you personally?"
"Okay, okay, can you lower it a bit? This is the J-6. After all, it is already obsolete."
"no way!"
"Cheaper, 1 million euros!"
"no!"
"1.1 million euros!"
"Go away, if you keep talking nonsense, I would rather drive back by myself!"
"Okay, I'm scared of you, I'll write a check right away!"
"That's ridiculous. Is it easy to make such a small amount of money? I risked losing my head. If the world knew about it, we would all lose our heads."
Agent Jie Ding failed to take advantage in the end and wrote the check angrily on the spot.
Hey, a net profit of 200,000 euros, Shkurta was secretly happy in his heart, but on his face was a bitter and resentful expression that he had not made any money.
Ha, 300,000 euros were withheld, and Jie Ding smiled like a fox, with a smile on his face but no smile on his face.
"You have to help us train pilots and provide maintenance services for at least half a month! If I still need ammunition, you have to get it for me immediately." Still pretending to be angry, Jedin handed the check to Shkur
Ta put it in his hand and then gestured behind him, "Zoke, Bell, come and see, can you handle these two J-6s?"
According to his estimate, two weeks is enough time to shoot down the damn dragoon consortium, and the airborne ammunition and maintenance parts can be delivered along the Amu Darya River tomorrow.
"No problem!" Shkurta said with a smile on his face, and kissed the check that smelled of copper and blood.
"Boss, as long as there are no problems with the MiG series, the J-6 is also an imitation of the MiG-19. We originally used it as a training aircraft. We can make it fly in just one day, don't worry."
The mercenary pilots Zok Nikonov and Bell Susanin, who were recruited by Jedin, looked at each other, stepped forward and took a look at the two J-6s, their eyes full of pride and confidence.
In their hearts, these two J-6s are just children's toys that they can easily play with.
"Ha, Jadin, you are very lucky. The two pilots you found are really good."
Arms dealer Shkurta, who had made a fortune, was in a good mood and flattered agent Jie Ding without hesitation.
The two J-6s, which had their logos and paint worn off, and had a shiny silver appearance, flew in formation at an altitude of 600 meters above the ground with the roar of thunder.
Two cells of short-range air-to-air missiles and two sets of rockets were mounted under the wings, flying straight to the northeast with murderous intent.
The tails of the two lightweight fighter jets are only distinguished by the Arabic numerals "1" and "2" painted with inferior paint.
There is no ground radar, no communication tower, everything is simple, only the satellite phone and GPS positioning system installed in front of the cockpit, and the position is marked on Google Maps. It is just a patchwork of things that can be used.
"Bell, we are almost there. Haha, what a game. Oh my god, there is no radar. We rely on toy-like civilian satellite map navigation and ground satellite phone positioning."
"Yes, Zoke, they are just three Super Tucanos. Their speed is not half as fast as ours. They are simply living targets. The Pili-1 air-to-air missiles we brought can just lock them with radar waves. Thanks to Albania,
If they hadn't kept it improperly, we really wouldn't have been able to get such a suitable fighter jet."
"Bell, I saw them, two of them, oh, as slow as a chick, starting to lock on!"
"Yes, there is no need for the fighter to use foreplay, let's go straight to it! Complete the lock! Get ready!"
ps: There is a forced collection of monthly passes. This month’s monthly passes are not enough.