Fall in love with you reading the book network 630book, the fastest update of the godfather of the Soviet Union "Chief, your brother's car" Hafizollah Kassim Vardak was engrossed in directing the battle when someone suddenly came into his ear and said a few words.
Hafizollah Kassim Vardak suddenly felt as if he had lost the whole world, and if someone hadn't helped him, he would have fallen to the ground on the spot.
"Catch them, catch them at all costs, I want to make them taste life worse than death" Hafizollah Kassim Vardak can no longer command the battle here with peace of mind, he wants to avenge his brother, he will take the enemies who killed his brother with his own hands, and torture them in the most cruel way until they are sent to hell.
Hafizollah Kassim Vardak turned away without saying a word, and at this moment he was no longer a calm partisan commander, but just an angry and grieving older brother who wanted to avenge his brother.
Hafizollah Kassim Vardak did not give any explanation to his subordinates, and his lieutenant volunteered to stay behind to take his command, while the rest of his cronies followed him to hunt down his brother's murderer. 。。。
Grachev covered his men and retreated back into the valley again, and this was already the third breakthrough he had launched with his men and the rescued paratroopers, each time Grachev took the lead, but each time he fell short under the frenzied attacks of the enemy.
The defeated Soviet troops were all dejected, and the valley was close to the Afghan government forces to the south, but between the besieged Soviet Red Army and the Afghan government forces that rushed to the rescue, there was a heavy line of defense of the Sheng fighters guerrillas.
Grachev now felt that breaking through to the south was a fool's dream, that is, slamming his head against the wall, but trying to hit the strong wall.
Although the city of Kabul is to the south and the Afghan government forces are to the south, it is harder than heaven to expect the ineffective Afghan army to meet their own forces through the rushing blockade.
Grachev once again took out the military map he had with him, and carefully observed every road, river, and valley marked on it, hoping to find another way to break through.
Every road to the south has been blocked, and although Grachev is not giving up, it has been proven that the south is definitely a dead end.
Although Grachev also had the help of helicopter gunships, the helicopters could not fly too low, the enemy's RG was always watching them, and once they lowered their altitude, they could easily be shot down by rockets that came out of nowhere.
Grachev called the staff officer who came with him, and Grachev pointed to the map and said to him: "Comrade Ivanov, you tell me, now how likely is it that we will break through to the south and make peace with the Afghan government forces."
"The possibility of a breakthrough to the south is almost non-existent, our firepower is not comparable to that of the enemy, and all roads between us and the Afghan government forces are in the valley.
Everywhere is an easy to defend and difficult terrain, even if all of us are dead, it is impossible to rush through.
"The regimental staff officer named Ivanov once again confirmed the conclusions that Grachev had already drawn from a professional point of view.
Angrily taking off his hat and slamming it on the map, Grachev stepped aside, looked out at the valley, and silently lit a cigarette.
I don't know if I can leave this hellish place alive today, it's the New Year of 1981 in a few days, maybe Grachev was not a smart man, not growing up, and as the son of a metallurgical worker, it was impossible for Grachev, born in the countryside of the Tula region, to receive much of a good education.
Even among a bunch of country kids who didn't like to study, Grachev was the one who always worked hard but never came out on top.
But Grachev never gave up, and if he was not as smart as others, he had to work harder, and God did not let Grachev's efforts go to waste, and Grachev stepped into the door of the Frunze Military Academy, the highest military academy of the Soviet, step by step.
More than ten years later, when the children whose talents far surpassed Grachev were already unknown, Grachev, who was only in his early thirties, had already become the commander of the famous 103rd Airborne Division and the 354th Regiment.
At the Frunze Military Academy, Grachev was still not the professor's favorite student.
It is no wonder that since the establishment of the Frunze Military Academy in 1918, how many military geniuses have graduated from here, Chuikov, Zhukov, which one is not famous.
But Grachev continued to study hard day and night, and finally graduated with honors from this world-renowned military school.
Grachev's efforts earned him the respect of his teacher, and one professor who valued him said to him: "Although you are not my smartest student, you are my most valued student, and I have a message for you, true geniuses find possibility in the impossible, and hope in despair." ” "Find the possibility from the impossible, see hope from the despair."
Grachev remembered this sentence again in his mind, and he froze there until the cigarette burned to his fingers.
Grachev felt as if he had grasped something, and for the first time in his life, he had a flash of inspiration.
He ran to the place just now and picked up the map that he had studied countless times, the territory controlled by the guerrillas of the Sheng fighters was on all sides, and there were friendly Afghan government forces in the south, but there were also heavy defensive lines waiting for him to collide with him.
In addition to the cliffs on the east and west, there is also heavy fire from the enemy.
To the north is the territory controlled by another tribe, and there are still sheng warriors who are not inferior to this tribe in the south.
This situation is so familiar that it is simply a replica of the situation faced by the genius Chinese military strategist in 1934, when he broke out of the encirclement with the remnants of his army.
"It's all over," Grachev exclaimed excitedly.
"What is clear, regimental commander," Staff Officer Ivanov said with a puzzled expression.
"I've decided, I'm going to break through to the north," Grachev's tone was full of excitement and unquestionable.
"Break through to the north, but the north is a territory controlled by Tajik tribes, and their strength is just as strong," staff officer Ivanov wondered if the regiment commander was under too much pressure and had a brain problem.
"I'm going to go because it's a territory controlled by Tajik tribes, and although they are all armed warriors, the Tajiks won't let the Pashtuns enter their territory, let alone shoot at their own territory."
After Grachev's explanation, Staff Officer Ivanov suddenly burst into tears, and he suddenly thought of two new questions, so he asked: "But what about those Afghan government troops, we have a helicopter to carry out a rescue mission, and what about those comrades who were chased and killed by the guerrillas?"
"Inform the Afghan government forces that we will continue to break through to the south, and tell them to wait for us honestly and help us hold off the enemy.
As for the lost comrades, let's call the plane back, we have a farther route this time, and we need their escort" When Grachev said these two words, he remembered another sentence given to him by the professor: "One will be a success, and ten thousand bones will wither."
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