North Ossetia-Alan Republic, on the outskirts of the city Alagir near the Kazbek Mountains.
This is a private ranch, but it is located in a remote location, surrounded by mountains. There are only a few bungalow buildings in the center of this ranch.
Through the window, you can see the lights here are bright. In one of the bungalows, the firewood is crackling in the stove. There is snow outside, but the interior is warm as spring, even a little stuffy.
There is a bottle of red wine that has been opened on the table. This is not a red wine produced by a famous winery in the old world, but a wine produced by the Massandra Winery in Crimea. It was once recognized as the best in Tsarist Russia.
The winery was founded in 1898. It not only makes wine but also stores wine. It has millions of bottles and about 700 varieties of red wine from Russia and Western Europe. Some of these red wines have royal seals and the prices are absolutely
Not cheap.
There was a small square wooden table in a corner of the room, with a rather historic gramophone on it. The huge trumpet-shaped speaker was like a soldier raising his head proudly, and the stylus landed on the ancient disk, emitting a nostalgic sound of music.
What is being played at this time is a song from the "Triumphal March" composed by the Italian composer Guseppi Verdi. This piece is the music for Dallas's triumphant return in the second act of the opera "Aida". It was later
It was adapted into an orchestral piece and a wind ensemble, called the "Grand March" or "Aida March". The whole piece consists of two themes. The first theme expresses the vigorous and heroic posture of the returning soldiers in triumph while marching, and the third theme
The second theme shows people's warm and joyful emotions.
In the light and joyful rhythm, Basiev was wearing MC camouflage uniform, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, half-closing his eyes, enjoying the music while dancing to the melody in ecstasy.
The most surprising thing in the artistic environment is the AK-74 automatic rifle placed in the corner of the room, as well as the guards outside the door who are waiting with loaded weapons.
This is a moment worth celebrating.
Tonight, all the plans planned by himself and the leader of the Holy City Army, Kawasaki Ryuichi, are being implemented smoothly step by step.
The fsb's infiltration team fled in panic. News came from Georgia that dozens of soldiers from the Ministry of Internal Affairs' gng special forces stepped into the trap they had carefully prepared and suffered heavy casualties amidst a huge roar.
And there is Qin Fei.
This is the highlight of Basiev's celebration that deserves a drink. This kid actually dared to choose to parachute and infiltrate alone. He really underestimated himself.
In fact, Basiev had already detained the traitor Khasayev when the team infiltrated. As expected, this fruit merchant who had been with him for more than ten years was not a tough guy.
He fully explained his secret plan.
track?
That kid actually wanted to track him through Khasayev?
Hum!
How naive!
Basiev did not immediately kill Khasayev, but instead let Khasayev once again become his spy and release false misleading signals to lure Qin Fei into his carefully laid trap.
As long as the opponent comes in, Basiev believes that the strength of the company he has arranged there is enough to control the opponent.
Qin Fei's life is worth 100 million U.S. dollars, which is an extremely generous bounty.
However, what Fan Tianlong wants is a living Qin Fei.
Damn it!
Why should we be alive?
If all he wanted was a corpse, Bavsky would be happy to let his men go on a killing spree.
But for the sake of money, a soldier who infiltrates has at most eight magazines, maybe only ten?
In short, Qin Fei will soon run out of ammunition and food, and it will not be difficult to capture him alive by then.
The only thing that Basiev can worry about now is whether Qin Fei will commit suicide with a gun.
This is the result he least wants to see. No one can be sure whether this mercenary leader who once served in the Pla Special Forces will do that.
He gently took another sip of red wine, and the mellow wine slid over his tongue, leaving behind complex raspberries and strawberries. The taste of red berries filled his nose, and the moderate tannins gave him an elegant and calm feeling.
As the leader of an illegal armed organization known for his cruelty and bloodiness, Basiev had a surprising double life. Before the first Chechen war, he studied as an undergraduate at the Gnessin Conservatory of Music. After the war began, he still
Basiev, who had not yet graduated from his sophomore year, returned to Chechnya, joined Dudayev's command, and began his armed career.
If there hadn't been that war, maybe Baskev would have graduated from the Gnessin Conservatory of Music, and then found a school to pursue a career as a music teacher, or perhaps become an artist.
However, there are no ifs in this world. Destiny is often so twisty and bizarre. One accident will lead to countless accidents. Since that war, the passionate young man Basiev has transformed from an officer of an illegal armed organization to a leader and now he is engaged in various activities.
The point of no return for kbist activities.
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A knock on the door interrupted the melodious music.
Baskev stopped and glanced at the gramophone with some nostalgia, then walked over and lifted the needle.
As the music stopped suddenly, the relaxed nerves became tense again.
"Come in."
He changed his face to a face as cold as rock, turned to face the door and said.
A heavily armed soldier pushed open the door and entered.
"General, Mr. Chuan Qi is here."
"Oh?" Baskev's eyes lit up. It may be that he came at the right time. Now is the time to close the net. Far away in the Vladikavkaz Mountains, the mercenary named Qin Fei may be entering the trap he arranged.
In the trap.
Kawasaki Ryuichi and Fan Tianlong have an extremely close relationship, and it would be best for him to witness all this.
"Invite him in."
"Yes, General." The guard turned and left. After a while, Basiev heard the familiar footsteps. He always felt that Kawasaki Ryuichi might be lighter because of his short stature, or maybe it was because of habit that he had difficulty walking.
It's very light, as cautious as a thief sneaking into the crime scene.
The door opened and Kawasaki Ryuichi appeared at the door.
"Mr. Kawasaki, welcome to my farm." Basiev opened his arms and greeted him. He gave Ryuichi Kawasaki a man's hug, then led him to the table, pointed to the red wine and said: "Let's have a drink to celebrate.
Wait? Tonight is a wonderful time and a moment of victory. I received news that the Alpha team that marched into Vladikavkaz has been forced to evacuate. The Georgian GNG special forces suffered heavy losses in Kazbegi, losing dozens of people.
These are all good strategies you provided me, and you should also share the credit."
As he spoke, he poured a glass of red wine for Kawasaki Ryuichi and put it into the hand of the Japanese-Italian man.
"What's even more gratifying is that the mercenary Mr. Fan asked for may soon have news. He thought he could follow Khasayev's convoy alone, but I prepared a small meeting gift for him."
"Are you talking about Qin Fei?" Kawasaki Ryuichi took the wine glass and looked at Basiev with some suspicion: "General, that is not an easy character to deal with. Can you really catch him?"
"My faith does not allow me to lie." Basiev said seriously with a face that did not know the truth: "And we will have news soon, why not sit down and wait? It is absolutely safe here!"