Chapter Forty-Seven: Rocket Coverage

  Muhammad's eyes narrowed into a slit when he saw the expression of the squad leader who was in charge of roadblock, and he knew what this guy wanted to do. The little officials guarding the entrance were all making a fortune every day, but he himself was just a toilet cleaner, where did he have the money to give to this guy?

  "Oh, okay, the toilet in the headquarters has been full for a long time, I agreed with the quartermaster to go and clean it out yesterday, but since we're on high alert these few days, I won't go." Muhammad said: "The crops in the ground should be ripe by now, let's go back and harvest them."

  The headquarters' toilet? The squad leader knew that the headquarters also had a toilet for dozens of people to use at the same time, except for a few high-ranking officials who could use the high-end toilet. Even the chief of staff used that stinky toilet. If it was full and you knew you were blocking someone from coming in...

  The class leader said, "Since we're going to headquarters, let's go. Move the roadblock."

  Hurrying along on his donkey cart, Muhammad narrowed his eyes and continued into Jalalabad.

  After passing this roadblock, it is considered to have entered Jalalabad, a major city in Afghanistan. You can see buildings of various ages, the pointed roof of the mosque, and people coming and going on the streets.

  A group of government soldiers quickly walked by and when they saw this donkey cart, their footsteps unconsciously quickened.

  Although the Soviets occupied the cities, because the Soviets had to go out to clear the guerrillas, the security of the rear was mainly the responsibility of the Afghan government army, and only a few Soviets could be seen on the streets.

  The day before yesterday, I received a message from James. The CIA arranged for an intelligence officer to be stationed in a bar in Jalalabad and found the two Soviet test pilots who loved drinking very much.

  Yesterday, those two test pilots came to the bar again, which can be seen as a rule. Today, these two people may still come.

  Then Muhammad clapped his hands and said, "Get rid of these two test pilots in this bar! And do it in the most violent way!"

  Muhammad drove a donkey cart and blended into the alleys of Jalalabad, slowly wandering around waiting for a signal.

  Several Afghans in long robes walked past Muhammad's donkey cart, making a gesture to Muhammad, who responded with a secretive gesture.

  All set!

  A few hundred meters away, it was that bar, Muhammad drove the donkey cart and continued to stroll leisurely. Suddenly, with a "crack" sound, the axle of the donkey cart broke in half, and the front end rose high up.

  The donkey was startled and let out two loud brays.

  Muhammad jumped down from the cart, untied the donkey and tied it to a nearby tree shade. He looked at the broken axle under the cart and shook his head helplessly before getting in.

  The people around couldn't help but glance sideways, smelling the odor emanating from it, covering their noses and quickly leaving.

  Underneath the car, Muhammad had been constantly repairing it, but it seemed like there was no effect.

  "Screech." A Soviet-style off-road vehicle stopped at the corner bar, and two Soviets got out of the car, swaggering inside.

  Muhammad held his breath, the person he was waiting for had arrived!

  Fega and Sorinovich jumped out of the car and walked into the bar with ease, they had already grown fond of this place over the past two days.

  Especially Sorokin, these two days, he was convinced that the dancing girl had been throwing flirtatious glances his way all along. Yesterday, when she took off her last piece of underwear, it was thrown in his direction. If a private hadn't grabbed it from him, it would have been his. Thinking about this, Sorokin felt a thrill and an excitement he hadn't experienced in a long time.

  "Sorokinovich, it seems that woman has taken a liking to you." Fyodor said suddenly as they reached the doorway.

  "I came here to drink." Sorokin flashed a glance, walking towards the inside, although the direction was the bar, his eyes glanced at the striptease performance.

  "Haha." Feigauf laughed and said: "Sorinovich, if I were you, I wouldn't drink anymore, just go find that woman in the back."

  Every time she performed, the woman would come from behind the bar. Feiga had already observed that there must be some special rooms behind the bar, and his keen ears seemed to hear the sound of women coming from inside.

  "Two vodkas." Fyodor Kuzmichov walked up to the bar and said to the bartender inside.

  "That's enough," Sorokin said: "I'll be right back."

  Watching Sorokinovich walk into the bar, Fyodorov smiled slightly. This guy had long since made up his mind and still didn't admit it.

  Behind the bar, there were partitions one by one. Sorinovich listened to the cries coming from inside the partition and felt a raging fire burning. Where was that dancing girl?

  "Hey, girl, stop!" Just then, a door that had been closed opened and a lazy woman came out from inside, slowly walking backwards.

  Just by looking at her back, Sorokinovich knew it was that dancing girl and he immediately called out.

  The girl turned around, gave Sorokinovich a familiar flirtatious glance and said: "Go inside and wait for me, three hundred rubles at a time, I'll go outside to pee first."

  The girl spoke directly, without any shame, and Sorokinov blushed for the first time in his life paying for a woman, and so willingly getting ripped off, 300 rubles at a time! It's simply daylight robbery.

  The girl continued walking towards the outside where there was a back door.

  Sorokin originally wanted to go into the partition to wait, but another unique psychological drive made him follow out.

  He walked to the back door and Sorinovich pulled hard but it wouldn't open. The door had been locked from the outside.

  What's going on? Do I have to break in from the outside to go to the toilet? Sorokin thought gloomily, turned around and walked back, took two steps, suddenly sniffed out something, no!

  Behind is the street, where is the toilet? This girl was dressed neatly and clearly going to leave!

  There must be something wrong!

  Sorinovich retreated a few steps, sprinted over, and rammed his body sideways into the door panel with a loud crash! A fierce collision shook him to the core, making every bone in his body ache. The wooden door in front of him was surprisingly sturdy!

  "Bang!" He finally couldn't bear it anymore, pulled out his pistol and fired a shot at the door lock.

  "The door creaked open. Outside, as expected, was an empty street. The girl had long since fled."

  How dare you deceive yourself!

  "What's going on?" Sorokinovich's gunshot had startled many people, who came running from the front, holding their own guns.

  "Bang, bang." Just then, a strange sound came from not far away.

  Sniffing the smell coming from the air, Sorokinovits reacted: "Rocket artillery!"

  Donkey cart on the street.

  At this time, the large wooden bucket on the donkey cart, which was used to hold the big manure, had its front cover fall off, revealing a conical object inside with round holes on top. Muhammad, who was just under the broken axle, wasn't repairing it at all, but rather propping up the donkey cart steadily while continuously taking aim with his eyes, and from such a close distance, he absolutely couldn't afford to miss.

  When he received the signal, Muhammad crawled out from under the donkey cart and quickly pressed an electric button installed at the bottom of the donkey cart.

  The rocket projectile in the rocket launcher was fired by electric ignition. Now, with the stimulation of the current, a 57mm rocket projectile flew out from inside the rocket launcher.

  The thick smoke at the rear completely covered the donkey cart, and in the black smoke, the rocket shell with a trailing flame flew out of the rocket launcher nest and flew towards the bar on the opposite side.

  Then came the second one, flying out from inside.

  This is the UV-32-57 32-tube 57mm rocket launcher pod on a Mi-24 helicopter, an area-saturation anti-infantry weapon that lays waste to everything in its path as it spews out flames.

  To avoid harming innocent people, only ten rocket-propelled grenades were stuffed in here. Now, as the rocket-propelled grenades flew out of the launch nest one by one, Muhammad, who had dodged to one side, looked at the bar across from him.

  "Boom!" The rocket grenade landed accurately on the bar, and just this one alone blew up the roof of the bar, and a burst of miserable cries came from inside.

  "Boom!" The second one fell again, the whole house collapsed, and at the exit of the ruins, a large number of Soviet people poured out continuously.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat." The Afghan guerrillas hiding around immediately pulled the trigger, and bullets poured in. People who had just escaped death fell down in a large area.

  "Boom!" The third rocket fell right among them, and the Soviets who had not yet died from their wounds were all torn to pieces in the explosion.

  "The Soviet devils who slaughtered innocent villagers, this is your price!" Muhammad shouted loudly, his voice carrying far.

  "Retreat!" When all ten rockets hit, the bar had been completely reduced to rubble, and a large crater appeared underground. There would be no survivors there, not even a single intact corpse could be found, everything was thoroughly crushed.

  They quickly retreated into the alley according to plan, along the winding alley, walked to the edge of the city, and then slipped out through a tunnel.

  If it weren't for the rocket launcher, Muhammad wouldn't have had to pretend to be digging up feces, he could have just set an ambush at the bar entrance and sniped.

  By doing so, Muhammad not only killed the two murderers of villagers but also sent a warning to the Soviets that launching an attack on innocent villages would come at a great cost and he would be eliminated.

  Suddenly, Muhammad stopped in his tracks, holding his gun level, and then fired into a side alley.