Chapter 43 Forced Landing

Accompanied by the huge roar of the four Kuznetsov propeller engines, the huge body of An-22 began to accelerate, and gradually left the ground and flew into the sky. At this time, the five guerrillas disguised as Afghan postal workers on the plane were in trouble. The explosives that were originally scheduled to be delivered before the plane took off did not arrive as scheduled. Something must have gone wrong, they couldn't be sure what would happen when they got to Kandahar, the original plan couldn't 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 coerce the pilot to drive the plane to Pakistan. There are still a few Russians on the plane now, and these guys are the first thing to be solved now. The five discussed it in Pashto, but the Russians on the plane couldn't understand what they were talking about, and those Russians only knew how to drink.

The five guerrillas who had already planned stood up and walked slowly towards the three Russian soldiers who were in charge of escorting the weapons. The three Russians were drinking happily, and felt a little strange seeing the guys from the post office approaching. A guerrilla smiled at them and made a gesture of drinking.

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

The guerrilla continued to drink, and then gave them thumbs up with a hearty smile on his face.

The Russians never refuse people who want to join the drinking party. They took out five glasses, poured the wine and handed them to the Afghans. Then they raised the glasses and said, "For friendship!" The three Russians just finished speaking. Suddenly, these Afghans covered their mouths from behind, and these Afghans cleanly stabbed the Russians' throats with their screwdrivers. Because they were covered, the Russians could not make any sound, so they In this way, he struggled painfully in the arms of the enemy, and finally fell down powerlessly.

The guerrillas took off their weapons and took them to the cockpit of the plane. It's a pity that they didn't know that the plane was equipped with white phosphorus bombs, otherwise they wouldn't have spent a lot of time trying to transport the explosives up. The guerrillas opened the door of the cockpit with pistols, and before the two pilots inside could react, the guerrillas rushed in. One of the partisans said in curt Russian:

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

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

At this moment, Anton, the pilot in charge of flying the An-22, has been thinking about how to prevent the plane from being destroyed. The plane cannot be allowed to fly to Pakistan, and it must find a place to make an emergency landing. Although this An-22 is not the latest Soviet aircraft, it is definitely the most solid. It has a huge advantage that it can take off and land on a simple runway. Taking advantage of the enemy's inattention, Anton secretly opened the fuel drain valve, and the fuel on the plane poured out from the sky. It's a pity that the people in the plane can't see it. At the same time, he changed the course of the plane again, and the plane flew in the opposite direction from Pakistan. Anton did all this very secretly, and the enemy didn't find out at all. Anton actually worried too much, those guys don't know how to fly a plane at all.

The radar that has been monitoring the aircraft quickly discovered something was wrong with the An-22, and the dispatcher hurriedly contacted the pilot, but no matter how he called, the pilot refused to answer. The dispatcher had to report the abnormality here under the crisis.

In less than five minutes, the plane's fuel level alarm sounded, and the five guerrillas immediately understood that something was wrong.

Quickly put the gun on Anton's head and asked threateningly; "What's going on, are you playing tricks?"

"I was playing tricks. I drained all the fuel on the plane. I'm sorry, we can only land." As soon as he finished speaking, the roar of the huge propeller stopped, and the plane began to fall, like a kite Blow in the wind.

The guerrillas never thought that the pilot had been playing tricks on them, but as the plane descended, the dense buildings below told them that this was the urban area of ​​Kabul. If the plane falls in such a place, I don't know how many people will die, then they are the sinners of Afghanistan. And the biggest problem is that none of them can fly a plane, and now they can only rely on this Soviet pilot. Then they said:

"You can't let the plane fall in the city, or we will kill you now!"

Anton knew that his plan had succeeded, and the plane would land soon, and the next thing was to watch Anton's performance. But there is a big problem, that is, the plane has lost power and is descending very fast. Anton must find a place to make an emergency landing as soon as possible.

The objects on the ground became more and more clear. Anton controlled the plane to avoid crowded places, and soon the front suddenly became clear. There are fewer and fewer houses, and there are large open spaces. This made Anton happy, the location here was just right. Anton quickly adjusted the attitude of the plane, and the landing gear of the plane began to be lowered, slowly approaching the ground.

"Boom!" After a vibration, the plane finally landed, but it still didn't stop taxiing forward. Anton suddenly found that there were many colorful things in front of him. But he can't care about these things anymore, he wants to stop the plane as soon as possible. The plane slowed down and finally stopped. Anton was quickly controlled by those Afghans. When he got off the plane, he finally knew what those colorful things he saw just now were cloths to dry. The place where he landed just now was a dirt road, surrounded by dyeing workshops, and the wide road naturally became a drying yard. Before Anton could see more things, a black cloth hood was put on his head.

The sign of the plane on the radar finally disappeared, and the air dispatcher, who had been worrying about his experience, hurriedly reported the situation here to the Soviet embassy and the Red Army Command. Soon the place where the plane fell was calculated, and the helicopter responsible for the search and rescue also arrived Having set off to fly to the place where the incident happened, the heads of the Soviet army in Kabul gasped when they saw the name of the place.

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

The subordinate said out of breath: "General, there is something wrong with our plan!"

Hafizola comforted his opponent: "Have you failed? It doesn't matter, the original hope is very slim!"

"No! They drove the plane back and parked on our site!" said the subordinate at a loss.

Hafizola was taken aback, but he reacted quickly, and said with a confident smile: "This is better, so that we can have a good time with the Soviets!"