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Yakov, who was sitting in the driver's seat, said as if to cheer himself up, but his voice was small and he seemed a little lacking in confidence.
"What are you talking about" Yuri, who was sitting in the passenger seat, didn't hear what Yakov was saying, and hurriedly asked.
"I said, I can't help it, take a gamble," Yakov repeated aloud what he had just said, this time in a firm tone, as if he had made up his mind.
He shifted the gear to reverse, slammed the accelerator, and the car began to go backwards at a rapid pace.
"What do you want to do" Yakov's behavior surprised Yuri, who did not know what Yakov was all about.
Battalion commander Vasily and Seryosha, who were behind the car, were also confused by the sudden reversal of the car.
"All sit down and fasten your seat belts, I'm going to fly over here" Yakov shouted loudly, in fact, he didn't need to remind everyone to sit down a long time ago, the car had been driving at high speed just now, and if he didn't fix himself, his head would have been broken and bleeding.
"We're going to fall and fall to your death, you madman," Yuri looked at Yakov in fear, but he didn't stop him.
Because even if Yakov hadn't done it, they would have died.
The rapidly reversing cars were getting closer and closer to the guerrillas, and when they saw the cars rushing backwards towards them, the Sheng fighters, who had been chasing after them, aimed all their guns at them, and bullets flew like raindowns.
The battalion commander Vasily protected Seryosha under his body.
Yakov looked in the rearview mirror and ahead as he kept estimating the distance.
It wasn't the first time he had done this, he had done it the last time he was being followed by his husband's men in Gorky City.
Just as the car was getting closer and closer to the partisans behind him, Yakov finally stepped on the brakes, and the car began to slow down until it came to a complete stop, Yakov changed gears again, and the car began to accelerate forward, and soon the speedometer hand pointed to the maximum speed.
Yakov no longer had the strength to care about the enemy, and his eyes were only on the broken bridge.
As the speed of the car became faster and faster, the steering wheel in Yakov's hands became more and more difficult to control.
This car is not as good as the Volga that Seryosha gave him, it has no steering power, and the steering wheel is deadly heavy.
Yakov had to make sure that he would not overturn at high speeds, and the car sped over the bumpy road, and finally came to the bridge deck, and the car began to go uphill, which slowed him down a little.
The distance to the gap was getting closer, and Yakov had closed his eyes.
His heart was flying out of his chest.
Yuri, who was sitting next to him, covered his head and shrunk into a ball.
Just as the car drove to the end of the road, Yakov bravely opened his eyes, he wanted to test his luck with his own eyes.
The car began to take off, and Yakov felt himself thrown into the air, and he watched the front of the car begin to fall, but it was still a little distance from the other side of the bridge.
"Are you going to fall?"
"Are you really going to fall?"
Yakov's heart involuntarily repeated this sentence over and over again.
With a loud bang, the car fell heavily on the bridge deck on the other side, Yakov controlled the direction while kicking the brakes frantically, he didn't dare to step on the brakes all at once, so he would definitely overturn.
Everyone in the car couldn't believe it was real, everyone cheered and celebrated the joy of the aftermath, and none of the Afghans chasing after them dared to fly over from the other side of the bridge like them.
Seryosha also stood up, he wanted to celebrate with the battalion commander Vasily, but when he got up from under the body of the battalion commander Vasily, he saw that he was covered in blood, and the battalion commander Vasily fell to the side without any reaction. 。。。
When the morning sun had just risen over the horizon the next day, Grachev, who was sitting in a helicopter, slowly saw the city of Kabul bathed in the morning light.
After only one day, Grachev felt as if a year had passed.
He couldn't believe he was going to come back alive.
Grachev's plan did work, the Tajik and Pashtun tribes really had no mutual trust mechanism, and when Grachev led the remnants of the defeated army with little resistance to retreat along the border between the two tribes, neither tribe did anything to them.
As Grachev thought, the Pashtuns did not dare to shoot at the territory of the Tajiks, and the Tajiks did not dare to shoot at the territory of the Pashtuns.
Two allies who lacked mutual trust just let go of their common enemy.
Although they made a big circle, they avoided more casualties, and it was only after they gradually came out of danger that they encountered the belated rescue force.
Grachev, who was finally relieved, did not step into the cabin until all his men were on the plane.
The plane had already begun to land, and Grachev saw ambulances all around the airport.
This time the heroic Red Army suffered heavy losses, almost all the bodies of the dead were lost to the enemy, and many were wounded.
The plane finally returned to the ground safely, and the paramedics immediately ran over, and the dejected soldiers stepped out of the plane.
Grachev helped paramedics lift the wounded from the plane to the ambulance.
It wasn't until everyone had left the plane that he began to walk back slowly.
The pilot of the helicopter, codenamed Firebird II, sat in his seat from the moment he landed on the ground and refused to leave.
Almost everyone on the plane left, only the flight mechanic who was on the plane with him saw that something was wrong with him and was still persuading him: "Andrey, you are just carrying out orders." ” "Thank you, Nikolai, I just want to be quiet," replied the pilot named Andrei.
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"Okay, don't be too long, go back and rest early" Nikolai, the flight mechanic, turned and left, leaving space for Andrei.
Most of the people had already left the plane, and Grachev had already gone back.
Andrei took everything out of his pocket on the plane and placed it neatly on the bridge, he took off his flight helmet and kissed it, and then put it on the seat.
He slowly stepped off the plane, took a few steps forward, then stood still, pulled his gun from his waist and slowly raised it to his temple.
The "bang" of the gunshot shook Grachev, who was walking back, and he turned around and threw off his coat and ran as fast as he could.
By the time he got there, there were already a lot of people around, and Grachev pushed away the people who were in front of him and slowly squeezed in.
When he finally came to the front, he felt a little sad about the corpse of a pilot lying in blood, with a gun in his right hand and a hole in his temple, from which blood slowly gushed out.
The dead pilot's eyes were still open, and Grachev slowly crouched down and closed his eyes with his hands.
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