Chapter 13

"Boss, your brother's car~~~" Hafizola Qasim Wardak was concentrating on directing the battle when suddenly someone came to his ear and said a few words. Hafizola Qasim Wardak suddenly felt that he had lost the whole world. If someone hadn't supported him, he might have fallen to the ground on the spot.

"Catch them, catch them at all costs, I want them to taste the taste of life!" Hafizola-Qasim-Wardak can no longer command the battle here with peace of mind, he wants To avenge his younger brother, he will personally capture the enemies who killed his younger brother and torture them with the cruelest methods until they are sent to hell.

Hafizollah Qasim Wardak turned away without a word, no longer a calm guerrilla commander, but an angry and sad brother who wanted to avenge his younger brother. Hafizola Qasim Wardak did not give any explanation to his subordinates. His deputy took the initiative to stay in command instead of him, and the rest of his cronies followed him to hunt down the murderer who killed his brother.

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Grachev covered his men and retreated into the valley again. This was the third breakout operation he led his men and the rescued paratroopers to launch. Every time Grachev took the lead, but every time All fell short under the crazy attack of the enemy.

The defeated Soviet troops retreated into the valley, all dejected. This valley is very close to the Afghan government forces in the south, but between the besieged Soviet Red Army and the Afghan government forces who came to rescue, there is a heavy gap between the fighters and guerrillas. Another heavy line of defense. Grachev now feels that breaking out to the south is simply a dream, that is, hitting his head against the city wall, but trying to hit the solid city wall in vain. Although the city of Kabul is to the south, and the Afghan government forces are also to the south, it would be extremely difficult to expect the Afghan government forces with low combat effectiveness to pass through the rushing blockade to join their own troops.

Grachev took out the military map he carried with him again, and carefully observed every road, river, and valley marked on it, hoping to find another way to break through. Every road going south has been blocked. Although Grachev did not give up, the facts have proved that the south is definitely a dead end. Although Grachev still has the help of a helicopter gunship, the helicopter cannot fly too low. The enemy's RPG is always staring at them. Once the altitude is lowered, it is easy to be shot down by rockets from nowhere.

Grachev called the staff officer who came with him, and Grachev pointed to the map and said to him: "Comrade Ivanov, tell me, there is a possibility that we will break out to the south and meet with the Afghan government forces." How big is it?"

"The possibility of breaking out to the south is almost non-existent. Our firepower is inferior to that of the enemy. All the roads between us and the Afghan government forces are in valleys. Everywhere is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Even if all our Everyone is dead, and it is impossible to rush over." The regimental staff officer named Ivanov once again confirmed the conclusions that Grachev had drawn from a professional point of view.

Angrily, Grachev took off his hat and threw it heavily on the map. He stepped aside, looked at the scenery outside the valley, and silently lit a cigarette. I don't know if I can leave this ghost place alive today, and it will be the New Year in 1981 in a few days, maybe...

Grachev was not a smart person, not from childhood to adulthood. As the son of a metallurgical worker, Grachev, who was born in the countryside of Tula Region, could not have received a good education. Even among a bunch of country kids who didn't like studying, Grachev was the kid who worked hard but could never come out on top. But Grachev never gave up, he was not as smart as others, so he had to work harder, God did not let Grachev's efforts go to waste, Grachev just stepped into the Soviet Union's highest military academy step by step. The gate of Longzhi Military Academy.

More than ten years later, when those children whose talents far surpassed Grachev's had disappeared, Grachev, who was only in his early thirties, had already become a member of the famous 354th Regiment of the 103rd Airborne Division. long.

At the Frunze Military Academy, Grachev was still not the most promising student of the professors. It is no wonder that since the establishment of the Frunze Military Academy in 1918, how many military geniuses have graduated from here, Cuikov, Zhukov..., which one is not famous. But Grachev still studied hard day and night, and finally graduated with honors from this world-renowned military school. Grachev's efforts won the respect of the teachers. A professor who valued him said to him: "Although you are not my smartest student, you are the student I value the most. I have a word for you, a real genius It’s all about finding possibility out of impossibility, seeing hope out of despair.”

"Find the possibility from the impossible, and see the hope from the despair." This sentence came back to Grachev's mind at this moment, and he stood there in a daze until the cigarette burned his fingers. Come.

Grachev felt as if he had grasped something, and for the first time in his life, he had an epiphany. He ran to the place just now and picked up the map that he had studied countless times. The southeast, northwest, and four sides were all controlled by the guerrillas of the fighters. There were friendly Afghan government forces in the south, but there were also many lines of defense waiting for him to go up. Collide. In addition to cliffs to the east and west, there are also heavy firepower deployed by the enemy. The north side was controlled by another tribe, and it was still armed with warriors no less powerful than the tribe in the south. This situation is so familiar, it is simply a replica of the situation faced by the genius military strategist in China in 1934. It was in this situation that he brought his own defeated soldiers to stand out from the encirclement.

"It works! Everything works!" Grachev shouted excitedly.

"What's the matter, commander?" Staff officer Ivanov said with a puzzled expression.

"I've decided, I'm going to break out to the north!" Grachev's tone was full of excitement and no doubt.

"Breakthrough to the north? The north is a territory controlled by Tajik tribes, and they are equally strong?" Ivanov, the staff officer, felt that the head of the regiment was under too much pressure and had a brain problem.

"I'm going because it's a territory controlled by Tajik tribes. Although they are armed with fighters, the Tajiks will not let Pashtuns enter their territory, let alone start a business on their own territory." gun!"

After Grachev's explanation, staff officer Ivanov suddenly became enlightened. He suddenly thought of two new questions, so he asked: "But what about the Afghan government forces? And we have a helicopter to carry out the rescue mission. What about those comrades who were hunted down by the guerrillas?"

"Notify the Afghan government forces that we will continue to break out to the south, and tell them to wait for us obediently, just to help us hold the enemy. As for the few lost comrades, let's call the plane back, we This time the route is farther, and we need their guards!" When Grachev said these two sentences, he remembered another sentence that the professor gave him - "One will succeed and ten thousand bones will die!" .