With the loud roar of the four Kuznetsov propeller engines, the huge body of the An-22 began to accelerate, gradually leaving the ground and flying into the sky.
At this time, the five guerrillas on the plane, disguised as Afghan postal workers, were in a difficult situation, and the explosives that were supposed to be delivered before the plane took off did not arrive as promised.
Something must have gone wrong, they weren't sure what would happen when they got to Kandahar, the original plan was no longer possible, so they decided to take action in advance.
By the time of the operation, the five guerrillas had already been determined to die, and they had planned to transport the bomb to the plane and then coerce the pilot to fly the plane to Pakistan.
Now there are a few Russians on the plane, and these are the first ones to be dealt with.
The five of them discussed in Pashto, and the Russians on the plane couldn't understand what they were saying, and the Russians only knew how to drink.
The five partisans, who had already been planned, stood up and slowly walked towards the three Russian soldiers who were in charge of escorting the weapons.
The three Russians were drinking happily, and they were a little strange to see the guys from the post office coming by.
One of the partisans, smiling at them, made a drinking move.
"You want to drink some too, but don't you don't drink," said the leading Russian.
The guerrilla, continuing to drink, gave them a thumbs up with a hearty smile on his face.
The Russians never refused to join the party, they took out five more glasses, poured the wine and handed it to the Afghans, then raised the glasses and said: "For friendship" As soon as the words fell, the three Russians were suddenly covered by these Afghans from behind, and these Afghans cleanly stabbed the Russians into the throat with the screwdrivers on their bodies, because they were covered in mouths, the Russians could not make any sound, they struggled in pain in the arms of the enemy, and finally fell down weakly.
The partisans took off their weapons and took them in their hands and walked to the cockpit of the plane.
Unfortunately, they didn't know that the plane was loaded with white phosphorus bombs, otherwise they wouldn't have gone to great lengths to bring the explosives there.
The partisans opened the cockpit door with their pistols, and before the two pilots inside could react, the partisans rushed in.
One of the partisans said in stiff Russian: "You have been hijacked, I order you to fly the plane to Pakistan" The pilot of the plane was shot in the head after the slightest hesitation, and now there was only one pilot left, and although he was pointed at the head with a gun, he did not want to be at the mercy of these people.
This An-22 transport aircraft was an important transport aircraft of the Soviet Red Army, and there were only a few in the country, and it had an important duty and must not be destroyed.
At this moment, Anton, the pilot who is in charge of piloting the An-22, has been thinking about how to prevent this plane from being destroyed, and how to prevent this plane from flying to Pakistan, and must find a place to make a forced landing.
Although this An-22 is not the newest Soviet aircraft, it is definitely the most solid, and it has the huge advantage of being able to take off and land on an improvised runway.
Taking advantage of the enemy's inattention, Anton secretly opened the oil drain valve, and the fuel on the plane poured out of the sky.
It's a pity that the people in the plane can't see it.
At the same time, he again changed the course of the plane, which flew in the opposite direction to Pakistan.
Anton did all this very secretly, and the enemy did not find out at all.
Anton was actually too worried, those guys didn't know how to fly a plane at all.
The radar, which had been monitoring the aircraft, soon discovered that something was wrong with the An-22, and the dispatcher hurriedly contacted the pilot, but no matter how he called, the pilot did not answer.
In a crisis, the dispatcher had to report the anomaly here.
Within five minutes, the plane's fuel alarm went off, and the five guerrillas immediately understood that something was wrong.
Hurriedly put the gun on Anton's head and threatened to ask, "What's the matter, are you playing tricks?"
"I played tricks, I ran out of fuel on the plane, I'm sorry, we had to land."
As soon as he finished speaking, the roar of the huge propeller stopped, and the plane began to fall, drifting like a kite in the wind.
The partisans had no idea that the pilot had been playing tricks on them, but as the plane descended, the dense buildings below told them that this was the city of Kabul.
If the plane falls in such a place, I don't know how many people will die, then they are sinners in Afghanistan.
And the big problem is that none of them can fly planes, and now only this Soviet pilot can be relied upon.
So they said: "Don't let the plane fall in the city, or we'll kill you now" Anton knew that his plan had succeeded, the plane would land soon, and it would be up to him to see what Anton did.
However, there is a big problem, that is, the plane has lost power, the descent is fast, and Anton must find a place to make a forced landing as soon as possible.
The objects on the ground became clearer and clearer, and Anton controlled the plane to constantly avoid crowded places, and soon the front suddenly opened up.
There are fewer and fewer houses, and large areas of vacant land have appeared.
This made Anton happy, and the location was just right.
Anton hurriedly adjusted the attitude of the plane, and the landing gear of the plane began to be lowered, slowly approaching the ground.
After a "thump", the plane finally landed, but it still did not stop taxiing forward.
Anton suddenly noticed that there were a lot more colorful things in front of him.
But he didn't care about that, he had to stop the plane as soon as possible.
The plane slowed down and finally stopped.
Anton was quickly controlled by the Afghans, and when he stepped off the plane, he finally knew what the colorful thing he had just seen was, it was a cloth to dry.
The place where he had just landed was a dirt road, surrounded by dyeing mills, and the wide road naturally became a drying ground.
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Before Anton could continue to see anything more, a black cloth hood was placed over his head.
The symbol of the plane on the radar finally disappeared, and the air dispatchers, who had been thinking about it, hurriedly informed the Soviet embassy and the Red Army command about the situation here, and soon the place where the plane fell was calculated, and the helicopter in charge of search and rescue had already set off to fly to the place of the incident. 。。。
In the cave, Hafizzola, who was reading a book, was interrupted by his panicked men, and he had to stop what he was doing.
The subordinate said breathlessly: "General, something is wrong with our plan" Hafizzola comforted his subordinates: "It doesn't matter if you fail, there is little hope" "No, they drove the plane back and stopped on our territory," said the subordinate at a loss.
Hafizzola was taken aback, but he quickly reacted, and said with a confident smile on his face: "It's better this way, so that we can have a good time with the Soviets" t1706231537: