Chapter 56: Petrified Biryukov

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

  In the sky, a black dot appeared, an airplane, came into their view, with a rumbling sound, the plane made three turns and headed towards the runway.

  Chris Witch lightly manipulated the plane, looking at the big array below, couldn't help but chuckle, it was just a few holes, no big deal, didn't need such a big show.

  Throttle back, reduce oil gate, two main landing gears touch the ground, making a hissing sound, followed by the front wheel also coming down, and after sliding on the runway for several hundred meters, the T-8 aircraft finally came to a stop.

  "Two high-mounted machine guns firing, took a few hits."

  How many? A ground crew member gazed at the plane, wings, rear fuselage, tail, and numerous holes of all sizes, at least several dozen, especially the bullets embedded in the windshield, which was even more frightening. If the power of the bullets had been greater, the pilots might have lost their lives.

  What great courage! I couldn't help but admire him.

  "Good grief, patch up these bullet holes. Today's mission isn't over yet, I'll have to take off again tomorrow." Chriswitch said, climbing down the ladder with a thud, and gazed at his own plane, also sighing in dismay, having been hit by so many bullets!

  Carrying his flying helmet, Chris Wicht did not leave the apron, he looked into the distance at the sky, a black smoke appeared, and his wingman came back.

  What's going on? Chris Vitch spotted the problem with this plane at a glance, that black smoke was coming from another engine, and the plane was very difficult to operate, swaying back and forth.

  Was the engine hit? The engine is also covered with armor, and machine gun bullets can't penetrate it at all, unless it's a high cannon or a missile!

  His whole body was soaked, and beads of sweat kept appearing on his forehead. The plane had lost an engine, causing it to veer off course, and he had to constantly press the control stick to get it back on track. The wireless device was also out of order, probably damaged by shrapnel from the exploding engine that hit the antenna on the tail section. Now, everything depended solely on his own efforts.

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

  "Drop the landing gear! Drop the landing gear!" Chriswich yelled loudly on the runway, while gesturing downwards with both hands.

  Beriev's husband saw Chriswich, knew the meaning of Chriswich's action, and had just pressed the switch of the landing gear. His eyes returned to the instrument panel, where countless red lights were lit up. Although he was highly tense, he still scanned from inside and found the indicator light for the malfunction of the landing gear.

  The landing gear didn't come down! The hydraulic system must have malfunctioned. He gritted his teeth, opened the engine to full throttle and simultaneously deployed the drag chute.

  The T-8 aircraft first accelerated violently, then decelerated, and the fuselage shook violently. With a loud noise, the landing gear was shaken off.

  The pilot struggled to control the plane, and when the main wheels touched down, the plane suddenly bounced to the left. Then, the left wing scraped against the ground, sparking continuously.

  With only the right main landing gear remaining, and at the moment of touchdown, the two main landing gears did not touch the ground simultaneously. The right one touched first and was bounced up, causing the plane to flip over to the left.

  A desperate cry escaped from Bayard's lips, he had lost control of the plane, and no matter what kind of plane it was, takeoff and landing were always the most accident-prone times.

  The rescue vehicle waiting at the head of the runway moved towards the out-of-control T-8, and when the T-8 stopped sliding, the fire truck's water cannon began to spray water to prevent the T-8 from exploding. Then, several ground crew members rushed forward and pulled Belyaev, who had fainted in the cockpit, out.

  Looking at the engine blown open at the tail of the plane, Chris Witch was also secretly surprised. What's going on? What kind of weapon did Belyaev use?

  Air Force Base, Headquarters.

  "Captain Krivich, Lieutenant Byeryuf, please tell me the details of what happened at that time." Irichi asked with a frown.

  Byeryuv has already woken up, he is not injured, just scared to death. Now his body is still shaking, Krysvich looks at his poor comrade and says that maybe it's time for him to return to the Soviet Union, he is not suitable for combat.

  "Two anti-aircraft machine gun positions, 12.7mm machine guns, were blown up by me." Chriswich said: "In the third mountain area, there is a guerrilla team active."

  "Byeryev, and you?" Ilyich asked.

  "I, I don't know, Lieutenant's plane was hit and wounded, had to return, I flew alone to the village, just when crossing the valley, the tail of the plane suddenly exploded, the engine was blown up." Byeryuf said.

  "What kind of weapon was fired?" Chris Vickery asked. What kind of deadly weapons could the Afghan guerrillas have in their hands?

  "I don't know." Belyaev said in a trembling voice, hanging his head.

  "What's wrong? Chris Witcher felt annoyed: "Is the radar warning receiver making a sound? Did you see anything visually? When flying at low altitude, we must be vigilant. Don't you know all this?"

  If it's a surface-to-air missile with radar lock-on, the warning receiver will sound an alarm. If the Afghan guerrillas have surface-to-air missiles, this battle is going to be tough to fight.

  "No, nothing." Byeryev clutched his head with his hand, pinching his temples hard: "I flew a bit low, maybe it was an RPG."

  "RPG?!" Khrishevich's anger grew: "Berezovsky, are you saying that you were hit by an RPG fired by those Afghan guerrillas?! If it weren't for the plane's strong anti-impact capabilities, you would have crashed in the mountains from just one RPG?"

  Chris Wicher would hardly accept this view, a tough ultra-low-altitude killer, the T-8 aircraft barely survived an RPG attack, which was as ridiculous as an ant trying to knock down an elephant.

  However, it seems like there's no other choice for those Afghan guerrillas; what else can they use besides RPGs?

  "Moscow has decided that the T-8 will enter low-rate production, with an initial batch of ten aircraft to be supplied to the Afghan battlefield. This battle has at least verified the T-8's powerful combat survivability." Ilyich said: "Beryuzov, you should take a vacation."

  Not everyone is born a warrior, and the fighting nation is no exception. Beriyev's performance was not suitable for continuing to stay on the battlefield. Looking at Beriyev's still trembling body, Ilyich continued: "Tomorrow, an Il-76 transport plane will land here, transporting a company of soldiers, you follow that plane back."

  The Soviet army's supplies, mainly transported by road, were frequently ambushed by Afghan guerrillas, with considerable loss of material, while personnel were mainly transported by air.

  In the past, they were transported to Kabul, but now the runway of this base has been renovated and can take off and land T-8, which means it can also take off and land Il-76, an excellent front-line transport aircraft.

  A whole battalion? Chris Witcher couldn't help but wonder, now, only the movement of troops, the wounded were sent back to their country, new personnel entered Afghanistan, but there was no precedent for the entire battalion to move.

  "Which unit is being called in?" Chriswitch asked involuntarily, already violating the secrecy clause.

  "A detachment," Ilyich said. "The guerrillas in Afghanistan are quite familiar with them, the damned guerrillas."

  Spetsnaz Alfa, a special unit of the Soviet Union, was subordinate to the KGB. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, this unit was renamed Spetsnaz Alfa and became famous.

  Now, very few people know of A-Team's existence.

  Ilyich gazed out the window at the distant, rolling mountains. The Soviet Union had taken a beating in Afghanistan, but its grip on the country's major cities was firm. When would those ubiquitous guerrilla fighters finally be eradicated?

  A unit was mobilized just because of one person, Muhammad. This man surprisingly knew many secrets about Moscow, which made the high-ranking KGB officials highly valued. The Western-81 military exercise, originally intended to directly evolve into a military action to control Poland, was forced to be cancelled due to the leak. How many more secrets did this Muhammad have?

  What the Soviets did not expect was that their most valued Muhamed, at this time, was in the mountainous area being bombed, looking at what was in front of him, laughing with his mouth wide open.

  As he watched the plane fly away, Muhammad shouted loudly: "Durrani, Durrani!"

  The machine gun position has just been destroyed, and Durrani is probably already a casualty.

  Just then, a soot-covered Du Lanni ran over, jumping up and down: "Reporting to the instructor, I just fired an empty clip and hit the Soviet plane, but didn't bring it down."

  Dulles was amazed, the machine gun had already hit that plane, but it seemed to be fine, just like a flying tank!

  "Mr. Muhammad, you are too brave!" Lili also rushed to Muhammad's side and hugged him from behind: "Your bravery has conquered my heart, Muhammad, I love you."

  The other guerrilla fighters were stunned as they watched Liru so boldly express her love.

  Muhammad didn't know what to do either, refusing like this would make Lilith too embarrassed, besides, he didn't have much dislike for the girl.

  Herman hurried over at a quick pace: "Sir, the American friends have sent new weapons!"

  "Go and take a look." Muhammad opened his arms, saying: "Lilith, it's dangerous here. After you complete your mission, go back."

  Lily pouted and watched Muhammad's back as he walked away, then stamped her foot and suddenly shouted loudly: "Muhammad, I want to be your woman!"