Valentin quickly got a plane ticket to Kabul based on his past work connections.
As for how to get the needle missile he wanted, Valentin did not have a careful plan.
He plans to wait until he arrives in Afghanistan to consider these issues.
When Valentin was still in the KGB, he had access to a lot of intelligence that the old white surname in China could not reach.
He knew that at present in Afghanistan, the fighting spirit of the Soviet Red Army had been exhausted, and as early as a few years ago, the first Turkmen troops to enter the war had a large-scale escape without permission, so the Ministry of Defense had to draw politically reliable troops from the Russian Republic and the Republic of Ukraine to participate in the war.
Due to the unfavorable situation of the war, the soldiers on the front line gradually began to become restless, the discipline of the army began to weaken, and the fighting spirit began to lose.
What's more, some soldiers of the Soviet Red Army defected to Pakistan and even the forces of the jihadist Massoud, turning their guns and attacking their compatriots.
Valentin's plane had a stopover in Almaty, and when he landed in Kabul, it was already the morning of the third day.
Valentin knew that he would not be able to get what he needed in Kabul, firstly because of the strict management of the troops, and partly because there was a large air defense system with specialized firepower, and Iranian and Pakistani planes did not dare to go wild here.
Valentin's destination is in the Kandahar region, near the Pakistani border, where Pakistani or American planes patrol the border from time to time, and occasionally helicopter gunships or 10 attack planes provide air support to the local jihadists.
Therefore, in the hands of the units of the Soviet Red Army stationed nearby, a large number of individual anti-aircraft missiles were equipped with individual anti-aircraft missiles that could deal with these aircraft.
Although Valentin had no reliable relations with the local troops, he was convinced that the soldiers on the front line would not be uninterested in the green dollar.
The most dangerous stretch of the road in Afghanistan was the supply line from Dushanbe in Tajikistan to Kabul, which the Soviet Red Army had tried to open since the outbreak of the Afghan war, but until now most of the Soviet army's supplies have been maintained by aircraft.
The reason for this is that this main transportation artery passes through the famous Panjshir Valley, where the forces of the Mujahideen leader Massoud are entrenched.
The road from Kabul to Kandahar was much safer, with open plains that Soviet armored forces could easily deploy and guard the vicinity.
After a few days in Kabul, Valentin bought a second-hand car and paid a fortune to hire a Russian-speaking local guide.
In order to minimize the risk, Valentin also changed into a local robe.
After asking the guide to help him procure everything he needed on the road, Valentin immediately set off on official business in the southwest direction.
Valentin put all the money on his body in the driver's seat.
He didn't dare to sleep well along the way, and when he was tired, he rested in the car for a while, and one hand always touched Tokarev on the back waist.
The road from Kabul to Kandahar was not easy to walk, and from time to time you could see military vehicles and tanks overturned by rockets, but fortunately Valentin was lucky, he honestly followed other cars most of the time on the road, so he did not encounter mines or other weapons.
Valentin found this guide, named Kassym, who spoke Russian well and was an honest person.
Valentin thought that this kid was a good helper, and he thought that maybe the weapons business would become a stable way of making money in the future, so he started the idea of recruiting this guide.
The journey took almost four days, and the road conditions were so bad.
Valentin's used car was sent to a garage in Kandahar, where Valentin found a place to live near the Soviet garrison, and he asked Qasim to inquire around to see if there was a market for Soviet trucks and weapons.
It didn't take much effort for Qasim to find the place Valentin was looking for.
Speaking of which, this place can be regarded as the most container place for locals and Soviets to get along.
Although the two countries were at war, the Soviets needed to earn more money to send home to pay for the rising prices of life, and the locals had to buy all kinds of goods from the Soviets, so a small underground market was formed.
Here you can buy auto parts made in the Soviet Union, guns of the Soviets and other items that flowed out of the barracks.
Some of these items were dismantled from vehicles that had been scrapped on the battlefield, while others were sold by Soviet soldiers who had access to them.
Valentin and Qasim wander around the market, inspecting the situation.
Because Valentin was wearing local clothes, covering his face and wearing sunglasses, he didn't leak anything.
Walking to a weapons stall and seeing that Tokarev and 74 hanging on the shelves did not even open the oil seals, Valentin had a bottom in his heart.
He whispered a few words in Qasim's ear, and Qasim immediately asked the stall owner, "Is there any more powerful guy in the end?"
"Little brother, these things are enough to buy for self-defense" The stall owner looked at Kassim's appearance, not a big customer, and casually prepared to send it away.
"Boss, my master would like to ask if there are any weapons that can attack the plane," Qasim asked again.
"Rockets, if you give me the starting price, I can help you ask," the stall owner stood up, this time no longer despising the other party.
He was afraid that the other party had been sent from the jihadist armed forces outside the city to procure them, so he hurriedly invited the two into the house.
The house is a small two-story building with a small yard in the middle.
"Two distinguished guests, I don't know what weapons you want, we have everything here, as long as you have money, we can get it for you" The stall owner served tea and cigarettes, and greeted the two of them courteously.
Qasim whispered the stall owner's words to Valentin, and then Valentin asked Qasim to ask: "My master said that he wanted a weapon that could shoot down the Soviets' planes, not rockets, but a weapon that could automatically chase the plane on his shoulder."
"You're saying that individual anti-aircraft missiles are very expensive, and we don't have them in hand for the time being, but customers, do you want to make them Soviet-made or American-made, we can get them here," the stall owner replied.
"Boss, you're not kidding, this weapon is so easy to get your hands on" After understanding the other party's reply, Valentin asked Kasim to hurry up.
He wondered if he had heard it wrong, what he thought was difficult, could he just find a small arms stall and do it "Guest, don't you know, those Russian GIs are so poor and crazy that they dare to sell anything.
As for the American-made missiles, some of the Mujahideen prefer to do opium business and don't want to fight the Russians, so it's useless to get this weapon from the Americans, so it's better to sell it," the stall owner explained with a grin. t1706231537: