Accompanied by the huge roar of the four Kuznetsov propellers, An-22's huge body began to accelerate and gradually left the ground and flew into the sky. At this time, the five guerrillas on the plane who were disguised as Afghan postal staff were in trouble. The explosives originally scheduled to be delivered before the plane took off did not arrive as promised. Something must have happened. They were not sure what would happen after arriving in Kandahar. The original plan could no longer be carried out, so they decided to take action in advance.

When participating in this operation, the five guerrillas were determined to die. They originally planned to transport the bomb to the plane and then coerced the pilot to drive the plane to Pakistan. There are still a few Russians on the plane, and the first thing they need to solve is these guys. The five people discussed in Pashto, and the Russians on the plane didn't understand what they were talking about, and those Russians only knew how to drink.

The five guerrillas who had planned to stand up and slowly walked towards the three Russian soldiers responsible for escorting weapons. The three Russians were drinking happily, and they felt a little strange when they saw the guys from the post office coming. One guerrilla smiled at them and made a drink.

"You want to drink too? But don't you drink alcohol?" said the leading Russian.

The guerrilla continued to drink, then compared them with a thumbs-up, with a cheerful smile on his face.

The Russians never refused to join the wine party. They took out five more cups, poured the wine and handed it to the Afghans, then raised the cup and said, "For friendship!" As soon as they finished speaking, the three Russians were suddenly covered by the Afghans from behind. These Afghans were thorned into the Russians' throats with screwdrivers. Because they were covered, the Russians could not make any sound. They struggled in the arms of the enemy in pain, and finally fell down weakly.

The guerrillas took off their weapons and took them in their hands and walked towards the cockpit of the plane. Unfortunately, they didn't know that the plane was filled with white phosphorus bombs, otherwise they would not have had much effort to transport the explosives. The guerrillas opened the cockpit door with their pistols. Before the two pilots inside could react, the guerrillas rushed in. One of the guerrillas said in stiff Russian:

"You have been hijacked, I order you to drive the plane to Pakistan!"

The plane was shot and shot when hesitated. Now there is only one pilot left. Although he was pointed at the head with a gun, he did not want to let these people mercy. This An-22 transport aircraft was an important transport aircraft of the Soviet Red Army, and there were not many in the country. It shouldered important responsibilities and must not be destroyed.

At this moment, Anton, the pilot who was responsible for flying this An-22, was thinking about how to prevent the plane from being destroyed. It was impossible to let the plane fly to Pakistan. It had to find a place to make a landing. Although this An-22 was not the latest Soviet aircraft, it was definitely the most solid. One of its huge advantages was that it could take off and land on a simple runway. Anton took advantage of the enemy's inattention and secretly opened the oil drain valve, and the oil on the plane poured out from the sky. Unfortunately, the people in the plane could not see it. At the same time, he changed the course of the plane again, and the plane flew in the opposite direction to Pakistan. Anton did all this secretly and the enemy did not discover it at all. Anton was actually worried, and those guys didn't know how to fly the plane at all.

The radar that had been supervising the aircraft soon discovered something wrong with the An-22. The dispatcher quickly contacted the pilot, but no matter how he called, the pilot refused. In the crisis, the dispatcher had to report the abnormality here.

In less than five minutes, the plane's fuel volume alarm sounded, and the five guerrillas immediately understood something was wrong. They quickly put the gun on Anton's head and threatened and asked, "What's going on? Are you playing tricks?"

"It was me who was playing tricks. I was emitting all the oil on the plane. I'm sorry, we had to land." As soon as we finished speaking, the roar of the huge propeller stopped, and the plane began to fall, drifting in the wind like a kite.

The guerrillas didn't expect that the pilots kept playing with them, but as the plane descended, the dense buildings below told them that this was Kabul's urban area. If the plane fell into such a place, they were sinners in Afghanistan. And the biggest problem was that no one among them could fly the plane, and now they could only rely on this Soviet pilot. So they said:

"You can't let the plane fall into the city, or we'll take your life now!"

Anton knew that his plan had succeeded, and the plane would land soon, so we will see Anton's performance below. However, there is a big problem, that is, the plane has lost its power and descent is very fast, and Anton must find a place for emergency landing as soon as possible.

The objects on the ground became clearer and clearer. Anton controlled the plane to avoid crowded places, and soon the front suddenly became clearer. There were fewer houses and a large area of ​​open space appeared. This made Anton happy. The location here was just right. Anton quickly adjusted the attitude of the plane, and the plane's landing gear began to be lowered and slowly approached the ground.

"Boom!" After a vibration, the plane finally landed, but it still did not stop gliding forward. Anton suddenly found that there were many colorful things in front of him. However, he didn't care about these things, and he wanted to stop the plane as soon as possible. The speed of the plane was getting slower and slower, and finally stopped. Anton was quickly controlled by the Afghans. When he got off the plane, he finally knew what the colorful things he had just seen were, which were drying cloth. The place where he landed was a dirt road, and the road was surrounded by dyeing workshops, and the wide road naturally became a drying yard. Before Anton could continue to see more things, a black cloth head cover was placed on his head.

The sign on the radar finally disappeared. The air dispatcher hurriedly informed the Soviet embassy and the Red Army Command about the situation here. Soon the place where the plane fell was calculated, and the helicopter responsible for the search and rescue had already set off to fly to the scene. The head of the Soviet army in Kabul City took a breath when he saw the place name.

...

In the cave, Hafizzola, who was reading a book, was interrupted by his subordinates who rushed in in a panic, and he had to stop what he was doing.

The subordinate said in a angrily voice: "General, something went wrong with our plan!"

Hafizzola comforted his subordinates: "Has failed? It doesn't matter, the hope was slim!"

"No! They drove the plane back and stopped on our territory!" their subordinates said at a loss.
Chapter completed!