The old man Abdul's marksmanship is extremely accurate, but Liu Handong doesn't take it seriously. He can also achieve the same results with the Bayi Bar, and this kind of Ying Qiqi, who was criticized by Gu Zidi as "difficult to use" in "Assembly", is in
It is almost useless in modern warfare. Its biggest function is to use it as a weapon to increase its presence.
“The Lee Enfield was the best rifle during World War II, bar none.” Old Man Abdul said to himself, “It can hold ten rounds of bullets, and its rotating bolt action is faster and more powerful than the German Mauser.
It is convenient and well-trained British soldiers can use it to produce machine gun-like effects, and!" He emphasized, "It is most suitable for Afghanistan."
"Is it more suitable than AK74?" Liu Handong asked. He knew that the old man who had been tested by war must have his own reasons.
"There is a saying in China that a ruler is short and an inch is long." Abdul, the old man, was talking eloquently. If he were not holding a rifle, he would feel like a wise lecturer.
"During the Soviet invasion, they used the small-caliber AK74. You know, this is an automatic rifle designed by Kalashnikov. It is very useful, but it is only suitable for use on battlefields like Europe with mechanized infantry because of its
The effective range is only four hundred meters. Beyond this distance, it cannot defeat the Enfield. Within a short distance of one hundred meters, it cannot defeat the Sten submachine gun with a high rate of fire. The heroic Afghan people used weapons from World War II to win the battle.
The Soviets were armed to the teeth.”
The old man said this with great pride. Of course, this is just a feeling. Without the American Stinger portable anti-aircraft missiles and the Chinese 54-type 50 high-altitude aircraft, the Lee Enfield and Li Enfields built by the Peshawar handicraft workshop alone
Stern, it is impossible for the Soviet Union to sink into the mud.
Liu Handong expressed his sincerity and his humble attitude made the old man very satisfied. He said: "Now let's learn how to use grenades." As he said this, he took out two grenades of different shapes from his pocket like a magic trick.
"This is called apple, this is called pineapple. There are many ways to use grenades. You throw one first and I will teach you in detail."
Liu Handong took the pineapple, held the safety grip, opened the safety ring, took a few steps and threw it hard. His strong and heroic posture seemed to have returned to the training ground back then.
The grenade flew into the distance like a meteor. With Liu Handong's arm strength, he could throw it at least seventy or eighty meters. Unfortunately, the fuse of the grenade was short, so it flew a certain distance and exploded in the air.
Ahmed opened his mouth in shock.
The old man Abdul nodded reservedly, but the meaning in his eyes was obviously "This is not enough."
"Very good, I've got a 60MM mortar on top." The old man said, "Now I'll teach you how to make booby traps..."
As the sun set, another day came to an end. Liu Handong followed Ahmed's example and sat on the carpet, wolfing down hard naan and drinking goat's milk. The work boots with yellow hair on his feet were already worn out.
It was so miserable that they were replaced with a pair of rubber-soled Pashto sandals handmade from truck tires.
After struggling all day, he actually learned nothing new, just some guerrilla tactics and weapon use, but he successfully awakened the soldier gene in his blood. He hadn't shaved for more than a week, and the beard on his face
He gradually took shape and lost a lot of weight, but he looked more like an Afghan soldier.
Seeing that the appointed time had come, Liu Handong went out to make a call. The Iridium phone must be in the open air to ensure smooth signal. The moonlight outside was bright, the stars were brilliant, and the cold air was refreshing.
The other party answered the phone quickly. After the routine report of safety, Zheng Jiayi told Liu Handong that the emergency team is already in Kabul and it won't take long for the rescue team to pick you up.
"I'm fine here." Liu Handong said, "I seem to have found the coordinates of my life."
Zheng Jiayi's tone raised an octave: "Do you want to stay in this war-torn and barren place? I won't stop you, and I don't have the ability to stop you, but you have to think about your family."
The mention of family members poked Liu Handong's weakness, and he said dejectedly: "I will go back after I rescue Tang Jianjun and the others."
"You?" Zheng Jia's words were sarcastic, and one could imagine the way her eyebrows were raised, "Liu Handong, I don't deny that you can kill everyone at home, but this is Afghanistan, and the people here have grown up in war.
, they are all murderous and bleeding, you can't beat them."
"I'm with them." Liu Handong said quietly, "I promise you, no, I promise the organization, I will go back after finishing this job."
Zheng Jia was furious and wanted to throw the phone over. This Liu Handong had no sense of organization and discipline. He was born to love fighting or something. This kind of person should be sent to the army instead of harming people in society. No, he is from the army.
Those who came down were the black sheep eliminated by the army.
"Okay." Zheng Jiayi tried to calm down, "Who are you with, how many people are there, and how are their combat capabilities?"
"They are Pashtuns. The leader of the tribe is Abdul Mohammad Said Saleh. There are hundreds of people in the tribe, and they have all received military training..." Liu Handong was bragging. In fact, this tribe except
Abdul and Ahmed have no strong men left, only the old, weak, sick, disabled and pregnant, with no fighting ability at all.
"Wait!" Zheng Jiayi interrupted him, "Say this name again."
"Abdel Mohammed Said Saleh." Liu Handong repeated it fluently.
"Something's wrong, this is not a Pashtun name, it's more like an Arab name." Zheng Jiayi's tone became serious, "Liu Handong, have you been deceived?"
…
After making the call, Zheng Jia let out a long breath. Liu Handong was stubborn and refused to listen to anything he said. He really wanted to let him go, but as a member of the emergency team, he had to be responsible for every Zhongyanhuang employee, even if he was just
A labor worker.
The Kabul government is inefficient, but it is quite cooperative under the coordination of the embassy. However, Zheng Jiayi tried his best to mobilize the army or police to rescue Liu Handong, because the latter was in an area where warlords were rampant and government troops could not enter at all.
Yang Xu was not idle either. He contacted a French-owned defense company and hired foreign paramilitary personnel at a high price to enter the mountainous area to search for the whereabouts of the hostages.
The international situation is ever-changing, with wars raging in the Middle East, ongoing disputes in the South China Sea, ongoing conflicts between Russia and Ukraine, and domestic anti-corruption campaigns. One or two big news breaks out every day. The kidnapping of a Zhongyanhuang employee soon faded out of the public eye.
sight.
There are a large number of Pashtuns living in northwest Pakistan. They have inextricable relationships with the Pashtuns in Afghanistan. It is very convenient to inquire about information. Previous communication was also carried out with the assistance of tribal elders, but these Pashtuns
The Shitu tribe has no idea who killed the kidnappers.
Things came to a standstill, leaving the emergency response team in a dilemma and struggling in Kabul.
…
In northern Afghanistan, the city of Baghlan is located in the valley on the north side of the Hindu Kul Mountains. The Kunduz River flows slowly through it. This is where the famous Wakhan Corridor must pass. More than 30 years ago, weapons made in China
Ammunition was carried by boxes of mules from the interior of the United States and transported into Afghanistan through the Wakhan Corridor to arm the insurgents resisting the Soviet invasion. Today, stowaways are still active on the ancient Silk Road, often
The terrorists trained by the Communist Party returned to Xinjiang from here to commit terrorist crimes such as bombings and assassinations.
Thirty kilometers south of Baghlan City, deep in the mountains, there is a secret camp where hundreds of terrorists from Xinjiang are stationed. They are hidden in the cleverly disguised camp, like mice in a cave that cannot see the light.
Even if satellites and unmanned reconnaissance drones pass by, no clues can be seen.
There are countless caves in the Hinduku Mountains. Such limestone caves extending in all directions have brought countless nightmares to the Soviet Red Army. The guerrillas quickly disappeared into the caves after launching attacks. The Soviet troops often fell into traps in pursuit. When they were forced to retreat, the guerrillas
Team members will suddenly appear like moles in the game of whack-a-mole, shooting hateful bullets.
Tang Jianjun and Bai Furong were imprisoned in a cave near the camp, but neither of them could figure out who had kidnapped them. There was also a haggard American with a long beard who was imprisoned with them.
He is not mentally healthy anymore. He must have been detained for a long time.
The sound of footsteps came, and Bai Furong shivered with fright. Tang Jianjun comforted him: "Don't be afraid, nothing will happen."
Several masked men came. They pulled Tang Jianjun up from the ground and dragged him to a room in the camp. Tang Jianjun saw a blue star and crescent flag hanging on the wall. In the room were a tripod and a camera, and on the table were
Holding a laptop, several people with Central Asian faces were gathering together and muttering something.
Tang Jianjun was tied up and held in front of the camera. Two masked men were holding AK47s on both sides. Another man was holding a two-foot-long serrated hunting knife. Under the mask, a pair of eyes were so cold that it reminded people of some cold-blooded animals.
.
The camera's red light flashed and started recording. A masked man who looked like a spokesman was chattering endlessly, and his emotions were very exciting. Tang Jianjun had already guessed what was going to happen, and closed his eyes in despair. He thought of his wife, and thought of
He lost his daughter, and the video of his beheading must not be allowed to be seen by them, especially his daughter, the apple of his eye, his dear little princess, it is a pity that he will never see her again...
After waiting for a long time, the declaration was finished, and the masked man had not yet started to act. There seemed to be a dispute between them. The specific reason was unclear, but at least now, Tang Jianjun did not have to die.
Tang Jianjun was escorted back to the cave. Bai Furong asked him: "Mr. Tang, how is the mediation going?"
"Alas..." Tang Jianjun sighed. He could no longer comfort Bai Furong. The only thing waiting for them was death. But at least he understood one thing. These people did not speak Pashto, but Turkic languages.
Their identities are about to come out.
…
A small mountain village welcomed a traveler who had been traveling for a long time. Old man Abdul talked with him for a long time before sending him away. He summoned Liu Handong and Ahmed and said: "The time for revenge has come. I already know the location of the murderer."
, dear friend, if you choose to quit now, no one will laugh at you as a coward."
Liu Handong said firmly: "I want to participate."
The old man Abdul pondered for a moment, looked at Liu Handong with bright eyes, muttered something in his mouth, and put his hand on his forehead, as if he was performing some kind of religious ceremony.
When Liu Handong saw the old man's serious look and Ahmed's serious face, he unconsciously stopped and accepted Abdul's "consecration."
"The eagle of Afghanistan is about to spread its wings and soar, Allah Ahu Akbar." Following a melodious chanting sound, Liu Handong felt that his whole body was full of strength, as if he had sacrificed his life under the Hinduku Mountains for thousands of years.
The souls of Afghan warriors are attached to their bodies!