Dominate South Asia

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Company commander Gilkochakin stood on the snow, holding a thick cylindrical object in his hand, opened it, and looked around.

This is a low-light night vision device, a good thing for night battles. It is expensive and rarely equipped to individual soldiers. Only the reconnaissance company is equipped with this device. With this device, hidden enemies can be observed at night.

Although it has been confirmed that it is safe here, Gilkochakin still looked around. There were no ambushes on the mountains on both sides.

The snow was still falling, the wind was cold, and everyone's face was red from the cold in a close-fitting military coat.

Gilkochakin looked at the ground. The snow would soon cover the footprints left in front of him, and now he had to continue the pursuit.

Gilkochakin made a gesture, and the entire company chased after him along the vast snow in the canyon.

Their uniforms were all white. In such a place, even if they were only a few hundred meters away, they could not be seen clearly. They were completely mixed with the surrounding snow.

When the sun rose again, the heavy snow finally stopped, but the temperature began to drop further. The cold wind blew the snowflakes, and people could not be seen clearly a few meters away.

In this case, even the most cold-resistant Eskimos would choose to stay in the house and burn firewood to keep warm.

There was silence all around, except for the whistling wind and the two teams that were almost a thousand meters apart.

Gil Korchagin's company had already caught up. If he took action now, he could ensure that the transport team was completely wiped out and the Afghan guerrillas were killed, but now, he did not do so.

These people were not his prey yet. He had to follow this transport team and find the guerrillas' base.

This was a long process. They were like a group of hungry wolves in the wilderness, quietly tracking their prey.

"Sir Khwaja, how long will we have to go?" James asked Khwaja while riding on horseback.

"Two more days." Khwaja said: "After crossing the mountain in front, we should walk south. The mountain road is not easy to walk, especially after snowing. The road in the mountain is much more slippery than the canyon here."

When we came here, we rode horses and walked for a day, but now we are carrying things, almost at the same speed as walking.

James took out a wine flask from his back. When he came here, he filled it with high-concentration brandy.

Looking up, James wanted to take a sip, only to find that the wine in the wine flask was frozen hard.

"No, I want to make a fire." James said.

"Sir James, making a fire will expose our target." Khwaja said, this American is really unreliable. Do you think it is completely safe in winter now?

As soon as Khwaja finished speaking, he saw James take out a gun from his back, open the safety, and pull the trigger.

"Da." A bullet flew out from the muzzle. In the silent valley, the sound of the gunshot spread far away.

Suddenly, Hewaja was startled. This American was unwilling to expose his whereabouts.

"Go." James ignored Hewaja, hit the horse's butt, and galloped forward.

A pheasant fluttered and wanted to fly, and a red mark flowed on the white snow.

James jumped off the horse and caught the pheasant in his hand. It was cold and the pheasant didn't eat much. It was not very fat. However, after eating dry food for more than ten days in a row, it was really good to have this pheasant to eat.

James took off the helmet on his back. Although it was cold and he wore a cotton hat, he still carried a helmet to prevent being attacked. At this time, it just came in handy.

Turn the helmet over, fill it with snow, prop it up, boil it, and remove the chicken feathers first!

Watching James doing it with great interest, Hewaja felt a fire burning in his chest. If this guy was a member of his guerrillas, Hewaja would have slapped him.

James had no other thoughts. In fact, he was too tired. The hardships along the way made him feel that he had to compensate himself. It happened that there was this pheasant. He took off all the feathers and roasted it, and then dissolved the wine. He immediately felt how wonderful life was!

As for the Soviets, where would there be Soviets in such a cold place! The Soviets must be hiding in big cities.

When escorting the Pakistanis, James was very cautious, and now that the guerrillas came to meet him, James had completed the task. Now he has no pressure.

"Sir James, we have to keep moving forward." Hewaja said, "I will leave one person for you to take you back to the base."

Hewaja will not wait for James to eat barbecue here. It is dangerous here before returning to the base.

"No need to keep anyone." James said, "You go first, you will leave footprints. I will come to you as soon as I finish eating."

Hwaja originally brought more than a dozen people with dozens of donkeys. There were not enough people. Now he left one person for James just to take care of his friend.

And now, James said no, so Hewaja led the transport team with a smile on his face and continued on the road.

Hwaja saw through James's mind at a glance. This guy shot a pheasant and roasted it, which was enough for him to eat alone. If he left a guerrilla fighter, he would definitely give half to the guerrilla fighter. This guy refused.

This American... Khwaja was speechless. Anyway, this guy has a horse. When he is full of food and drink, he will catch up.

The transport team left, leaving James in the middle of the road, proudly watching the snow in his helmet melt and boil, and then put the pheasant in, just right.

After taking off his chicken feathers and wearing them with a bayonet, James started his own barbecue. He didn't know that his stay would make some people behind him miserable.

Gil Korchagin squatted on the snow, looked at the guy in the distance with a telescope, and kept frowning.

Just now, the Afghan in front fired a shot, which immediately shocked Gil Korchagin. His men immediately opened the safety of the gun. Fortunately, it did not misfire.

Only then did he realize that it was one of the guys who shot a pheasant!

It turned out that this young man was also a fool. It was such a top-secret task to transport these weapons, but he actually shot and killed a pheasant! Are these guerrillas really out of food?

James was wearing thick clothes, with only his face exposed. He hadn't shaved for several days and had turned into a long beard. This made Gil Korchagin behind him not realize that this guy was originally an American.

Gil Korchagin took his own people and hid in the back, waiting like this, watching the transport team disappear from sight.

The chase lasted all night and half a day, but it was all in vain.

Could it be that our whereabouts have been leaked and this guy is here to stop us? It's completely different. Watching this guy find firewood, light a fire, boil water, and iron his hair, it turns out he is a complete foodie.

Gilkochakin stared at this guy in the distance. The valley here was blocked by one man and no one could open it. If this guy blocked the way, he would not be able to pass.

There are cliffs on both sides. Go around and climb the cliff? Gil Korchagin shook his head. It was too dangerous, especially when it snowed, and after the severe cold last night, there was dark ice underneath the heavy snow, making it impossible to climb up.

The platoon leader Klishevich on the side made a gesture of wiping his neck to Gil Korchagin, indicating that he was going to kill him.

Now, that guy is concentrating on the barbecue. It is very easy to get close to him and kill him. The entire reconnaissance company is white, and even the guns are white. They will not be discovered in the snow.

However, this guy is obviously a high-status guy in the guerrillas, otherwise he would not be riding a horse alone and eating alone here. It is easy for our side to kill him, but after we kill him, the guerrillas in front may be aware of it.

If they find that there are no people behind them, the guerrillas will know that there are followers behind them, and it will not be easy to find their base. These guerrillas are all very tough-minded. They will capture a prisoner, interrogate him, and die without saying a word. Come out with the secrets of the guerrillas.

Gilkorchagin shook his head vigorously, so Krisevich could only give up.

James, who was grilling, didn't know that he had already escaped from the gate of hell. He was concentrating on grilling. Roasting pheasant is also a technical job. When it is old, it will be burned with firewood. It is not delicious, the heat is not enough, and it is raw. of.

When he saw the oil from the pheasant flowing down, James finally couldn't help it anymore. He tore off a piece of meat with his hands and ate it.

After eating a few bites and drinking a sip of wine, James enjoyed his meal very much.

The smell of roasted pheasant spread to the back along with the wind, and the entire company of Soviet soldiers were spitting in their throats.

Looking at the guy in front of him eating, Klishevich gestured to Gil Korchagin again. He applied to kill the guy, and then...then ate the rest of the chicken he roasted, even if it was just a bone. , can also be chewed and eaten.

At this time, the sun had turned to the west for two hours.

Finally, Gil Korchagin nodded and couldn't wait any longer. The longer the time dragged on, the farther the guerrillas in front ran. Maybe this guy came to block the road deliberately and hinder his pursuit.

Seeing Gilkochagin nodding, Krisevich pulled out a dagger from behind his back, held it in his hand, and slowly crawled out of the snow cave where he was hiding.

This is not an ordinary dagger, it is the NRS-2 dagger gun only equipped by the Soviet special forces. It is a combination of a dagger and a silent gun. The handle of this dagger can shoot 7.62 mm special bullets, killing people invisible.

Damn Afghans! Krisevich cursed in his mind as he slowly crept forward, getting closer and closer to James.

At this time, James' mouth was full of oil and his appetite was huge.