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The T-8 is an excellent attack aircraft, mainly used to deal with the armored forces of the frontline enemies and ground combatants. This attack aircraft often needs to take off and land at a simple frontline airport, so it has excellent take-off and landing performance. The relatively flat runway in the Jalalabad base can allow the T-8 to land calmly.

The two fighter planes landed one after another, slid for a distance, and stopped.

The ground crew members who had been waiting on both sides moved the ladder over and placed it in the hatch, opened the hatch, and the pilot with a smile on his face took off his oxygen mask and climbed out from it.

"It's really a long distance to fly from the test flight yard," said Feigachev. "This seat is too uncomfortable and not suitable for long-distance flights. I have to tell the guys in Sukhoi to revamp the seats of this plane."

As the flight boots stepped on the solid ground, Feigachev watched his partner Solinovich walk down and continued: "But the special incendiary bomb is really good, this is the best gift for the Afghan guerrillas."

As soldiers, obeying orders is their duty. Now, the battlefield in Afghanistan is the best opportunity to test such aircraft. What the two of them are thinking about at this time is how to exert the power of such aircraft.

"The aiming system needs to be improved, and those guys just refuse to use advanced airborne computers." Solinovic complained: "I almost threw a bomb."

"No need to worry about that." Feigachev said: "Let's go, we should have a drink. We can't touch women in Afghanistan, but vodka is a partner that we cannot lack in our lives."

After getting into a ground crew car, the two of them headed towards the tower, where the commander of the flight base Ilychi was waiting for them.

"Welcome to Afghanistan." Ilyic said to the two. With the T-8, their support to the ground will be more powerful. The Afghan guerrillas have always given them a headache.

"Are there any wine?" Feigachev asked Ilyich. The test pilots had high ranks, and the two were on par with Ilyich.

Drinking? Hearing the two of them, Ilicia suddenly felt a headache. There was no drinking in the army, especially the combat troops, which would have orders to take off to fight at any time. How could drinking be possible?

However, almost all the Soviets were addicted to drinking, and many of their subordinates secretly hid their wine, and they could only take a sip when they found an opportunity. Irichi could only turn a blind eye. Now, like the two people in front of him, there were too few people who came up and wanted to drink directly.

Seeing that Ilyic did not respond, Feigachev said: "The maintenance ground staff will arrive in these two days. Before that, take care of these two planes."

The ground staff here can only maintain the Mi-24 helicopter. This newly developed T-8 aircraft will only be maintained by the personnel of the test flight institute.

After saying that, Feigachev turned around, took Solinovich, got into the base car, and said to the driver in front: "Go to Jalalabad."

"Two Your Excellencies, you must stay in the base, Jalalabad is dangerous," said Irichi.

These are the two test pilots. If something happens to them here, Ilyic will have great responsibility.

"Don't we have controlled all the cities?" asked Feigachev. "We are celebrating our victory in China. The Afghan guerrillas are just a small group of resistance forces that will be eliminated soon. What else am I afraid of?"

After saying that, Feigachev said to the driver in front, "Drive!"

Test pilots deal with death at any time. In terms of technology, they study hard and strive for excellence. In terms of life, they are very indulgent. As tall and burly Russians, life is meaningless after leaving drinking.

In the test flight yard, there were so many old guys watching, and they only dared to drink secretly in the dormitory. Now, when they arrived at the field base, they were finally free.

"Two heroes, you are really my idols. When you arrive, the commander's face turned green." The driver in front said to the two in the back seat while driving. At this time, the two were taking off their flight jackets and changing into ordinary clothes in the car.

"Is there a place to drink at Jalalabad?" asked Feigachev. The driver in front of him was even more tempted by his temper.

"Yes, Jalalabadri, there are many places selling alcohol. I know there is a bar that is safer, and almost all of us are there." The driver said.

Although Afghanistan prohibits alcohol, it does not prevent foreigners from drinking in Afghanistan. In fact, even people from Afghanistan's own country also drink alcohol frequently. The way to drink whiskey with ice and water is created from Afghanistan.

The strictest period of alcohol ban in Afghanistan was limited to the years when the Taliban ruled Afghanistan.

Now that the Soviet Union has occupied Afghanistan, the Afghan government is a puppet government of the Soviet Union, there is no time to take care of these things.

In the Soviet Union, the strict planned economy left the middle and lower classes with almost no chance to drink, and these soldiers who came out to fight were at risk of fighting with the guerrillas at any time. Therefore, when the mission was over, drinking a glass of wine was the happiest time for them.

After finishing his words, the driver looked at the two people behind and said, "There are special services there. If you need them, I can find some interesting things for you."

In the bar, in addition to selling wine, there are also women who work in special industries.

Solinovich shook his head: "It's better to be far away from women."

Figachov smiled. He knew that Solinovich had been in the test flight courtyard for many years and had his wife stayed alone in the empty room. As a result, Solinovich's wife had an affair with a worker in the factory. When Solinovich found out, she beat the man up and at the same time, she divorced her wife.

Since then, Solinovic has fallen in love with drinking, but he has never looked for women.

Soon, the car stopped in front of a Gorky bar, and the two got out of the car and walked into it with big strides.

There were two bartenders at the door. When they saw the two Soviets, they let them go.

When he entered, Feigachev saw that there were Soviet soldiers around him and many of his armed forces had not been disarmed. The AK-74 rifle was on his back and couldn't wait to pick up the wine glass.

This is such a great place!

"Two glasses of vodka," Feigachev said to the bartender at the bartender, a native of Afghanistan.

"Okay." The bartender took out two cups and filled the wine.

When the stimulating liquid flowed into his mouth, Feigachev felt that every cell in his body was extremely relaxed. When he thought of the village bombed during the day, he felt that his life in the test flight was too dull. He simply transferred from the test flight to the front line. He could start fighters every day and fight to fight. This is the life that a pilot should have!

"Another glass." He drank the wine into his stomach in one breath and placed the cup on the bar.

"Oh, oh." At this moment, several Soviets suddenly shouted.

Figachov looked over and saw a woman appearing on the high table in the middle of the bar. She was wearing a transparent suspender skirt and could see the black underwear inside, especially the lower body, which made people think a lot.

The Soviets shouted happily, clamoring.

"What is this?" asked Feigachev.

"A new project started yesterday, dancing." The bartender said, staring at him intently, and saw the woman on the table dancing while taking off her clothes.

The scene suddenly became more active.

This is a blonde and blue-eyed Western woman. Solinovic watched the woman's waist twist and her hips kept making a certain position, and suddenly felt that she also had a certain desire.

At this moment, the woman looked at her and threw a tempting look.

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"Broken, chubby." A donkey cart was walking on the dirt road, and the wheels crushed the loess, and dust was half a meter high.

The man in the car sat listlessly in front of the donkey, his whip hanging in front of the donkey.

A T-62 stands on the side of the road with the barrel facing outward, as if it can open fire at any time. It is a simple roadblock.

Several Afghan government soldiers stood beside the roadblock, looking at the donkey cart from far to near, facing the scorching sun above their heads.

Before the car arrived, a strong and special smell came over, and they couldn't help but cover their noses.

"Stop!" shouted the squad leader of the Afghan government army, holding the AKM rifle and looking at the people in front of him.

"Wow." The person on the donkey cart grabbed the car and looked ahead with some confusion. There was no checkpoint yesterday, so why did the checkpoint be set up here today?

"What are you doing?" asked the squad leader.

"The man who took out the manure." said the person in the car: "Is this still necessary?"

There was a large round wooden barrel on the car, placed horizontally, and the strong and unique smell continued to emit. He was still lazy, as if the other party was asking a very idiotic question.

This city, like many cities in Afghanistan, has simple public equipment and public toilets, and there are several pits, and the stench is so stinking that a while later, there will be special people who take out manure to take away all the manure.

It is now the 1980s. Even in the prosperous Kuwait and Saudi Arabia, there are still such toilets in cities. The luxurious flush toilets have not been widely popular yet. Even if it is popular, Afghanistan, a country that lacks water sources, cannot allow every household to use modern sanitation facilities.

"The city is martial law these days, and no one is allowed to enter without any concerns." The squad leader shouted, covering his nose.

In fact, he just wanted to ask for some benefits. When others were hiding in the camp to enjoy the cool air, he had to come here to expose the sun. How could he not have any benefits?
Chapter completed!