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An A50 AWACS aircraft over the mountains of Chechnya intercepted a strange electromagnetic wave from a satellite phone, indicating that it was a signal sent from the heart of the forest in the middle of the mountains. The personnel of the AWACS aircraft immediately reported the situation to the air force command, because there were also tactical squads of hunting Chechen fighters hiding in the deep mountain hinterland, and the AWACS aircraft did not want to accidentally injure friendly troops.

"You mean there's an electromagnetic signal from deep in the mountains?" When the Caucasian Military District intercepted the news, General Rogionov could describe it as extremely excited, and he was in charge of the operation in the North Caucasus and did not think about it because the Chechen problem had not been able to break through. I finally heard a pretty good piece of good news today.

"I need to know what's on the satellite phone, right now, right away!" Extremely excited, Rogionov pointed to the technical staff next to him and said.

The electromagnetic waves intercepted by the AWACS aircraft were then adjusted to a channel that he could hear, and a hoarse male voice was chattering.

"I know, Mihasdorf, we'll pay you what you deserve, yes, dollars. As long as you are waiting for us at the end of that tunnel on the border between Georgia and Chechnya! What the? Guards, you say? What did I pay you so much for, to get you to work with me to dispose of all the Soviet soldiers. I have one hundred and fifty people here, plus thirty-seven in your hands, which is enough to deal with forty or fifty soldiers near the level! ”

"Although I don't know if it's the troops led by the three bandit leaders, at least it's a person who can't get rid of them." General Rogionov held his chin and thought slowly, organizing an adventurous breakout into Georgia? I don't know what they're looking at, though. But it's definitely not a good thing.

A sense of foreboding welled up in Rogionov's heart. He hurriedly gave an order to the officer beside him. "And this group of people must now forcibly break through the siege, and the Chechens must not be allowed to succeed, and immediately notify the soldiers of the Fear and the 32nd Corps that this Chechen force must be intercepted and eliminated within the border."

"But we don't know where the so-called tunnels are, and there are countless interconnected tunnels between the Chechen and Georgian borders." The person next to him replied.

"Believe me, there is only one tunnel that the Chechens are talking about." Rogionov looked confident, he was all too familiar with the map of the Chechen border, and the tunnel, code-named the Dark Corridor, was the only one that crossed the two autonomous republics of Georgia and Chechnya. When I almost got into a fire with Georgia before. Rogionov also specialized in the feasibility of quickly breaking into the opponent's domain from that dark corridor.

Now, he's going to let this damn thug die in that place, never having a chance to turn the tables around.

The person who made that satellite call was indeed Basayev, the last leader of the Chechen illegal armed forces, who was going to flee into the country with his Georgian accomplices in charge of the reception, and then enter Turkey in disguise, where they would be treated in the best possible way by Turkish intelligence and trained by the military personnel they were provided.

Basayev and Khattab will then use Turkey as a new starting point, gradually recruiting Chechen soldiers or Muslims from the Wahhabi faction and sending them to Turkish intelligence for militarization training. And then infiltrate Chechnya and continue the terrible terrorist attacks on the USSR.

Basayev played his wishful thinking with great skill. But one thing he has always forgotten is that he underestimated a country's intelligence services so carelessly that he forgot to use encrypted channels when using satellite phones.

At the last step of the overnight journey, the corridor with Georgia and Chechnya had been shown in front of Basayev and Khattab, and the two finally smiled at this time, and as long as they walked through this passage, they could start again, and once again bloody and striking at the Soviets, against the Soviet people. He wants to keep the whole country alive in the shadow of Chechen militants.

Khattab took out the phone and told Mihasdorf to be ready to answer, and just when he hung up the phone and walked a few steps, he saw Basayev in front of him stop, he turned his head and said to Khattab with a somewhat distorted expression, "Did you hear anything?" ”

Khattab was about to say that he hadn't heard it, but the roar of an airplane engine gradually sounded in his ears, from the faint to the humming of mosquitoes to the roar of a torrential flood. Khattab looked up and saw a SU-24 bomber flying in his direction.

"Oops, our whereabouts were detected by the Soviet side! Everyone disperse as far away as possible! Khattab was shocked, he didn't expect to fall short at the last minute.

SU-24 CARRIED A KH25 ANTI-RADIATION MISSILE, AND AFTER LOCKING ON THE LAST COMMUNICATION POSITION OF HATTAB, AN ANTI-RADIATION MISSILE WAS LAUNCHED AT THE BORDER TUNNEL, AND THE WARHEAD FOLLOWED THE SIGNAL TO APPROACH THE GROUND PERSONNEL, EVEN KHATTAB DID NOT KNOW THAT THE DEADLIEST TARGET WAS THE SATELLITE PHONE HANGING ON HIS WAIST.

A spectacular fireball slowly rose from the depths of the forest, and the massive impact created a scorching wave of air visible to the naked eye in the air, burning the verdant jungle and turning all living beings in its path into charcoal, not to mention the terrorist members who were directly confronted with the missiles at the center of the explosion.

The Mi-17 helicopter hovered over the explosion, transmitting every move of the explosion to the large screen of the headquarters through the camera, and the target locked by the missile was completely dispersed from the display screen, turning into a void of calm.

"Finally, has everything fallen to the ground?" Rogionov said. After a brief silence, everyone in Command jumped up and cheered and hugged each other. Even tears of excitement were left, and even the always gloomy Rogionov applauded and cheered at this time, and after fifteen days and nights of sleeplessness, they finally pulled out the last stinger in the palm of the Soviet hand.

At this time, the ground troops also advanced to the center of the explosion, and the blazing air wave had not yet dissipated, and the charred soil was mixed with the corpses of the same black thugs, who had fallen on this land forever, and could no longer threaten the security of the Soviets.

The blazing heat was blown away by the cool breeze, and the tracked gears of the armored chariots crushed all the bones, crushing the sinful souls into hell, and they never spared the enemies of the Fatherland, and faithfully carried out the orders from the Presidium.

Crush all the traitors who betrayed the Motherland, from body to soul! (To be continued.) )