The next situation is indeed as I was worried. In a few days, it will be the time for us to start our work...
Of course we don't know how to contact the Afghan guerrillas... We don't even know where the Afghan guerrillas are... What's more, I learned from Rana that there are dozens of Afghan guerrillas, large and small, and the number of people is large.
There were thousands, only a few hundred, and most of them fought guerrillas with the Soviet army in the mountains of Afghanistan. Only a small number of them fled to Pakistan because they were chased by the Soviet army or the political and axe army.
So... Pakistan must be the middleman in the middle.
The operation process of the entire mission is as follows: First, Pakistan contacts the Afghan guerrillas and informs them that there is such a base in Peshawar that can provide them with weapons for free and conduct necessary training. Then, military advisers will be arranged for them as appropriate.
Guide guerrillas to fight.
At this time, the guerrillas must make a decision whether to choose American equipment or skilled equipment...
This decision is crucial to a force, and once it is decided, it cannot be changed generally... because even the guerrillas know one truth, it is very important to unify the equipment of a force, otherwise if the Su style
If both equipment and American equipment are used, ammunition will appear, and the parts are not universal, which will put a lot of pressure on the logistics, which is particularly important for guerrillas with difficulty in logistics supply.
But obviously... not many guerrillas chose to use Soviet-style equipment and also our equipment...
However, this does not seem to be a problem with Soviet equipment, but a problem with Chinese equipment... China, Pakistan, and Afghanistan are all neighboring countries, and China and Pakistan are super friendly countries, so of course China's weapons and equipment will
Flowing to these countries... For example, during the Second India-Pakistan War, China assisted Pakistan with a large number of 59 Chinese tanks.
Of course, all tanks in the 59th century have been assisted, and other light weapons such as 56 rushing will naturally not be missing.
But... we have used these weapons in counterattacks and we know the quality, so no wonder others have no confidence in our weapons. Although the 1,000 assault rifles we brought in were all ak47s sold from the battlefield...
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So... although our base is built in a very good manner, no one comes at all... And the Americans are crowded with people, and it doesn't take long to get broken everywhere.
The guerrillas who signed up for the gun... but we didn't have one person.
Some of them occasionally... I'll come to ask for directions! I heard that we were Chinese troops and turned around and left...
It was difficult to wait until the afternoon, and finally twenty people wearing white hats and long gowns came... They did look like guerrillas.
Soon Saheed started talking to them, and then said to me excitedly: "Battery Commander... They are from the guerrillas, and they say there are more than a thousand people, and they hope to receive training here!"
"Hey! The business has finally opened!" Scar jumped up excitedly: "And more than a thousand people came..."
However, just as we were happily preparing to register the information... Major Rana also came, and then he shouted at the guys with a stern face and scared the twenty or so people so much that they ran away.
Just when I was surprised, Saheed explained to me with a wry smile: "Battery Commander... those are weapons dealers, who are here to cheat equipment!"
"Damn it!" Scar threw his military cap to the ground and cursed: "Battery Commander! What do you think this is... We can't even send it out if we have weapons!"
"hi!" At this time, a beautiful [fucking] official with a mustache came up with a cigar in his mouth, a soldier and an interpreter... The officer was smoking a cigarette while sweeping with a smile.
He glanced at us and then fixed his eyes on me.
"I think...you are Yang Xuefeng!"
"How do you know my name?" I couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
"I'm sorry!" The beautiful [fucking] official held my hand and said, "I am Colonel Smith, the head of the American Consultant Group... As for why I know your name, I did some homework before coming to this ghost place.
!I know your performance on the battlefield and I have always wanted to see you with my own eyes, but now I finally got what I want!"
"Oh!" I felt helpless. I could say I knew nothing about the American advisory group, but he knew my situation very well... From this perspective, the United States is much better than us in terms of intelligence.
Then I quickly realized... the reason why this guy said this was that he was not really admiring me, but coming to demonstrate to me.
Sure enough, Smith then pretended to have just discovered it: "Huh... have there been no guerrillas here yet to report it?"
I didn't say anything, and I'm sure Smith is coming this time to ridicule us.
"Need help? Mr. Yang!" Smith said: "Oh... I'm sorry, because you don't have a military rank, so I don't know what to call you, so I have to use 'Mr.'
"Thank you!" I said, "No need for the time being!"
"Yeah!" Smith smiled and said, "Mr. Yang... We have a common purpose, that is, armed guerrillas fight against the Soviets, so we are not enemies, but friends... I don't want to steal all guerrillas,
But you know...it's their own choice!"
"What the hell do you want to say?"
"What I want to say is..." Smith said: "The military advisory group's mission is not just about fighting, but also requires equipment, funds and strength as a backing, do you understand?"
As he said that, he shook his head at us and left proudly. He was so angry that his faces were blue and red. If I hadn't stopped him, they would have come forward to beat this arrogant guy long ago.
It's right.
Of course, we cannot fight... because as Smith said, we are friends and the United States now, not enemies, whether internationally or in the two bases of Peshawar... our goals are the same.
The problem is... we seem to be left aside now.
"Battorney General, what should we do now?" Zhao Jingping asked.
"What should I do?" said Scar, "Where do I think... let's just drive to Afghanistan to fight a few wars with the Soviet devils!"
"This is a good idea!" Liang Lianbing responded and said, "It's better than being angry here! Maybe after a fight... those guerrillas will know how powerful we are and are willing to come and train!"
"What a f*ck!" I cursed angrily: "Afghanistan is what you can go to whenever you say it? Every mountain there is Afghan guerrillas occupy... Where are you going? The guerrillas will treat us as if they were.
I started fighting myself by grabbing territory!”
When I said this, the soldiers were speechless.
I originally thought this task should be a natural thing... Free equipment and training, plus front-line guidance... What a great thing! Who doesn't like to take such a big advantage?
But now it seems that things are not as simple as I thought.
"There is a place you can try!" Chen Qiaoqiao, who had been silent, broke the silence.
"Where?" I asked.
“Refugee camp!”
"Um!" I was stunned when I heard this, and then nodded: "Maybe it is indeed a solution..."
So I immediately asked Major Rana about the location of the refugee camp.
"Refugee camp?" Lana looked at me strangely: "What are you going to do there?"
I spread my hands with a wry smile: "Recruitment... see if there are any Afghans who are willing to receive our training!"
"Hope is very small!" Lana shook her head.
"Why?" I couldn't help but ask strangely: "Is it because there are too few refugees?"
"No...there are all 100,000 refugees in Peshawar!"
“That’s…”
"There is no suitable man!" said Rana: "Afghan economy is backward, and years of war, and [fucking] serious... For Afghan youth, there are only two ways to go... One is to join the army, and the other is to sell drugs.
, otherwise you will have to go hungry, let alone support your family! So... the refugee camps are basically filled with elderly people, women and children..."
"Where did those guerrillas come from?" I couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Some of them are drug dealers!" Rana said relaxedly: "Because the place on which they depended for survival was occupied by the Soviet Union, we had to organize guerrillas... Some were surrendered by the political and axe army, and some were to bring the Soviets.
The young man who drove out..."
"You mean..." I asked Rana in disbelief: "A part of those guerrillas are drug dealers?"
"Of course!" Rana nodded: "Some troops...are very sorry that one-third of the people are addicted to drugs!"
I almost fainted after hearing this... There was such a thing, which was really unimaginable for me, a modern person, because I always felt that those things were very far away from me, and drug dealers and others wanted them.
He was a serious crime, but unexpectedly, there were everywhere here...
But it’s not surprising to think about it. If you are poor, you will think of change!
Due to years of war in Afghanistan... industry and other things cannot develop, agriculture... and because of drought and irrigation systems, the large area of arable land has become deserts and cannot develop.
Then there is neither industry nor agriculture...what do people eat? What is the source of income?
So, as Rana said, either join the army or sell drugs.
This may be terrible to us, but for Afghans... it may have been used to it and has become a very common thing.
So the saying that the environment creates people is true. If I were born in this place, my ideas would not be the same as them.
Finally, I could only sigh and said to Rana: "There is no other way, so let's go to the refugee camp for a walk!" (To be continued.)