Dominate South Asia

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Fire trucks and ground handling vehicles were parked at the edge of the runway, and the personnel at the airport were on high alert.

A black dot appeared in the sky, and an airplane appeared in their field of vision. With a rumbling sound, the airplane made three turns and aimed at the runway.

Chriswich operated the airplane easily, and looking at the big battle below, he couldn't help but chuckle. It was just a few holes. It was nothing. There was no need for such a big show.

Pushing the nose of the plane, closing the throttle, the two main landing gears came into contact with the ground, making a rustling sound, and then the front wheels also fell down. After continuing to slide on the runway for a few hundred meters, the T-8 plane landed.

Chriswich opened the canopy, looked at the ground staff running over, and said: "Two anti-aircraft machine guns fired, and hit a few bullets."

How many? A ground crew member looked at the plane. There were at least dozens of holes of different sizes on the wings, rear fuselage, and tail wing. Especially the bullet embedded in the front windshield was even more terrible. If the bullet was more powerful, the pilot would probably die.

How brave! The ground crew could not help but admire.

"Thank you for your hard work. Fix these holes. Today's mission is not completed. I will continue to go out tomorrow." Chriswich said, and walked down the ladder. Looking at his own plane, he was also sighing. It was hit by so many bullets!

Holding the flight cap, Chriswich did not leave the apron. He looked at the sky in the distance. A puff of black smoke appeared. His wingman returned.

What happened? Chriswich saw at a glance that there was a problem with this wingman. The black smoke came out from another engine, and the plane was also very difficult to operate and swayed.

The engine was hit? The engine was also covered with armor, and machine gun bullets could not penetrate it at all, unless it was an anti-aircraft gun or a missile!

Berriyuev felt that he was soaked, and beads of sweat kept coming out of his forehead. The plane had lost an engine and was constantly yawed. He had to keep pressing the control stick to restore the plane to its normal course. The radio device also failed. It must be that when the engine exploded, the fragments hit the antenna at the vertical tail of the plane. At this time, he could only rely on his own efforts.

He wiped his eyes with the back of his gloved hand and stared at the runway below.

"Lower the landing gear, lower the landing gear!" Krisvich shouted loudly on the runway, and at the same time, he gestured with both hands down.

Berriyuev saw Krisvich and knew the meaning of Krisvich's actions. Just now, he had pressed the switch for the landing gear. His eyes returned to the dashboard, which was lit with countless red lights. Although he was highly nervous, he still saw the indicator light of the landing gear failure from it.

The landing gear was not lowered! There must be a problem with the hydraulic system. He gritted his teeth, turned on the engine at full speed, and opened the speed brake at the same time.

The T-8 aircraft first accelerated suddenly, then decelerated again, and the fuselage shook violently. With a crash, the wheels were shaken down.

Beryuev tried hard to operate the aircraft. When the main wheel touched the ground, the aircraft suddenly bounced to the left. Then, the left wing touched the ground and collided with the ground, and sparks continued to emerge.

Since only the right engine was left, and when it just landed, the main landing gear on both sides did not touch the ground at the same time, the right one touched the ground first and was bounced up, resulting in the aircraft flipping to the left.

Beryuev screamed in despair. He had lost control of the aircraft. No matter what kind of aircraft, accidents are most likely to occur during takeoff and landing.

The rescue vehicle on standby at one end of the runway drove towards the out-of-control T-8. When the T-8 stopped sliding, the fire truck's water hose began to spray water to prevent the T-8 from exploding. Then, several ground staff came forward and pulled Beryuev, who had fainted in the cockpit, out.

Looking at the engine that was blown off the tail, Krisvich was also secretly surprised. What happened? What weapon hit Beryuev?

Air Force Base, Headquarters.

"Captain Krisvich, Lieutenant Beryuev, please tell us in detail what happened at that time." Ilyich frowned and asked the two.

Beryuev had woken up. He was not injured, but was frightened. Now, his body was still shaking. Krisvich looked at his poor companion. Maybe he should go back to the Soviet Union now. He was not suitable for fighting.

"Two anti-aircraft machine gun positions, 12.7 mm machine guns, were blown up by me." Krisvich said: "There is a guerrilla group active in the No. 3 mountain area."

"Beryuev, what about you?" Ilyich asked.

"I, I don't know. The captain's plane was shot and injured and had to return. I flew to the village alone. Just when I was crossing the valley, the tail of the plane blasted and the engine was blown up." Beryuev said.

"What weapon fired?" Krisvich asked. What powerful weapons could the Afghan guerrillas have?

"I don't know." Beryoev lowered his head and said in a trembling voice.

Don't know? Krisvich immediately felt annoyed: "Did the radar warning receiver make a sound? Did you see anything visually? When flying at low altitude, you must be vigilant. Don't you know this?"

If it is a surface-to-air missile, with radar lock, the warning receiver will sound an alarm. If the Afghan guerrillas even have surface-to-air missiles, then this battle will be difficult to fight.

"No, nothing." Beryuev covered his head with his hands and pinched his head hard: "I flew a little low, maybe it was an RPG."

RPG? Krisvich couldn't help but get even more annoyed: "Beryuev, you mean, you were hit by those Afghan guerrillas with RPG? If it weren't for the strong anti-strike capability of the aircraft, you would have fallen in the mountains because of an RPG?"

Krisvich would hardly accept this point of view. The powerful ultra-low-altitude killer, the T-8 aircraft, was hit by an RPG. This is as ridiculous as an ant stretching out its legs to trip an elephant.

However, it seems that this is the only way. What else do those Afghan guerrillas have besides RPG?

"Moscow has decided that the T-8 will enter the low-speed production stage. The first batch of ten will be produced and all will be supplied to the Afghan battlefield. This battle has at least verified the strong battlefield survivability of the T-8." Ilyich said: "Beriyufu, you should take a vacation."

Not everyone is born a warrior, and the same is true for the fighting nation. Beriyufu's performance is not suitable for staying on the battlefield. Looking at Beriyufu's still trembling body, Ilyich continued: "Tomorrow, an Il-76 transport plane will land here and transport a company of soldiers. You will go back with that plane."

The Soviet army's supplies are mainly transported by road, and they are often ambushed by Afghan guerrillas, with considerable losses of supplies, while personnel are mainly transported by transport planes.

In the past, they were all transported to Kabul, but now the base runway here has been renovated and can take off and land T-8, and also can take off and land excellent front-line transport planes such as Il-76.

A company? Krisvich couldn't help but be curious. Now, there are only the transfer of soldiers, the wounded are sent back to the country, and new personnel enter Afghanistan, but there is no precedent for the transfer of the entire company.

"Which unit is it?" Krisvich couldn't help but ask, this has already violated the confidentiality regulations.

"A unit." Ilyich said: "They are very good at dealing with the Afghan guerrillas, damn guerrillas."

A unit is a special unit of the Soviet Union, affiliated with the KGB. After the disintegration of the Soviet Union, this unit was renamed the Alpha Special Forces and has been famous since then.

Now, only a very few people know the existence of A unit.

Ilyich looked out the window. The continuous mountains in the distance made the Soviet Union suffer enough. The big cities in Afghanistan are already in the hands of the Soviet Union. When will those guerrillas, who are as numerous as cattle hair, be completely wiped out?

Unit A was mobilized only because of one person, Muhammad. This person actually knew many secrets of Moscow, which made the top KGB officials attach great importance to him. The West-81 military exercise was originally intended to directly evolve into a military operation to control Poland, but it was forced to be cancelled because of the leak. How many secrets did this Muhammad still know?

What the Soviets could not imagine was that Muhammad, whom they valued most, was in the bombed mountainous area at this time, looking at the things in front of him, and he was very happy.

Watching the plane fly away, Muhammad shouted loudly: "Durani, Durani!"

The machine gun position was just destroyed, and Durani might have died.

At this moment, Durani, with a face full of ash, ran over, jumping up and down: "Report to the instructor, I just emptied a magazine and shot the Soviet plane, but I didn't shoot it down."

Durani was very strange. The machine gun had already shot, but the plane seemed to be fine. It was simply a flying tank!

"Mr. Muhammad, you are so brave!" Lilith also ran to Muhammad and hugged him from behind: "Your bravery conquered my heart, Muhammad, I love you."

The other guerrillas were stunned when they saw Lilith express her love so boldly.

Mhammad didn't know what to do. Such a rejection seemed to embarrass Lilith, not to mention that he didn't have much aversion to this girl.

While he was hesitating, Herman ran over quickly: "Mr. Instructor, American friends have sent new weapons!"

"Let's go and take a look." Muhammad opened Lilith's arms and said, "Lilith, it's dangerous here. After you complete your mission here, you should go back."

Lilith pouted, looked at Muhammad's back, stomped her feet, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Mhammad, I want to be your woman!"