rule
1. Gather intelligence on most Soviet outposts for 2 in-game weeks.
2. Find as many dignitaries as possible.
3. Observation only. The Soviet army will never know I was there.
This is a report from Flaming Buffalo (I arrived late to my codename assignment) from reconnaissance in Soviet-controlled areas of Afghanistan. Prior to Big Boss’ arrival, he was given two weeks to gather as much information as possible about the Soviet presence. he is a busy man He can’t be in two places at once. in the end.
I was helicopter inserted at 18:00 near Spugmay Keep, the southernmost point in the region, with the intention of navigating the entire outer rim. I walked to the nearest small lookout post, where I sat down on a ridge overlooking from above. I spent all day looking at this meager camp to see what they could do about their operations. Let me tell you, these Soviet soldiers are a disciplined bunch. They sleep very little, they talk very little, and of course they don’t take a break. They were hardly upset when the only sandstorm of my two-week excursion hit.
Heading north, we came to a large settlement of about 10 soldiers called Da Shago Karai. However, they get to learn about the use of decoys, which is very standard across their professions. This time I lived in an abandoned house on the outskirts of town, but it was convenient because it was close and had a great view, and it was easy to rest and kill time.
From here I recorded the traffic of the truck. Or, in a single truck, the same truck appears to take turns with several nearby settlements, returning about every four hours. Hierarchy could not be determined here. There were professions like radio operators, but no visible officers or leaders.
I have observed this place for over a day and have noticed some shift changes. At one time he had two guards in bed. Eventually, without any prompting, they decided to expand the patrol area to include the suburb where my building was located. , sneaked down from behind the building and forced them to take up positions on a nearby ridge.
We waited until daylight before moving on, avoiding trucks and searchlights, headed for the dunes and headed for Lamar Kate Palace for resupply. I realized that the region bears little resemblance to the mountainous Afghanistan that was home to the rain and snow I had heard about. In fact, it looks a lot like Jordan, a country about 3,000 kilometers away. Perhaps the Soviets terraformed it, much like Big Boss encountered the Russian jungle many years ago.
The palace is one of the few places in Afghanistan that resembles anything else, much like the Darul Aman Palace. It turns out to be guarded by a minimal crew, reinforced with decoys and numerous mines. Trucks came and went, and he stopped in less than an hour each time he moved north and south. Do these soldiers have any orders other than to guard these arbitrary locations?
word and action
With no life in the world and no conversations from the soldiers, it was about the fifth day that I started listening to cassette tapes to pass the time. So far, all I’ve heard these soldiers talk about is urging the goats to clear the road. This is indeed a sign of unusual activity.
The most surprising, or perhaps alarming, thing I noticed was the lack of civilians, resistance fighters, or other Afghans. It seemed absurd that none existed, especially considering that it was one of the only things the Soviet soldiers stationed here said about their resistance. You can’t help thinking that the only reason they invaded Afghanistan was to wait for the Big Boss to show up.
After spending the day touring the palace, we headed north to reach the Waf Sindh barracks. As you weave your way through a small canyon, you come across a bear. It’s honestly pleasing to see something alive in the world, despite the threat it poses. Thankfully I didn’t get beaten to death.
Arriving south of the barracks, I quickly realized that this was the most defended site I had encountered. and heavily fortified with several artillery batteries that sentries scan with searchlights. There were still only 12 guards, but the outposts were so densely packed that they were numerous. Since the interior is almost invisible from the outside, we decided that we would have to find our way inside to gather useful information. But before I got there, a searchlight exposed me for a moment. Long enough for the guards to be convinced they saw something and call someone to check it out. .
The soldier has spoken! Honest Conversation to God! Something about Reagan and the futility of nuclear war. All of these automaton life manifestations are the same. I made my way through the gate to an elevated dugout that didn’t seem to be in use, ready for a day’s observation.
At dusk they had posted a sentry over the gate, probably because I had spooked them the night before, which certainly made my escape difficult. When I was half way across the gateway. Moving forward, I cradled the edge of a cliff, torch in hand, and couldn’t help but hold my breath as the soldier scanning the bushes approached.
If I had a trunk gun and no restrictions, this would have been an empty moment and he would have already lost consciousness, but for my mission this was as good as dead. I thought that was it, I blew it all up. There was no way he couldn’t find me. I even got my rifle ready to draw. Then, unbelievably, he couldn’t see me and I thought he must have imagined it. Turning around, he returned to his post as if the enemy spy was less than two paces away from him. Phew!
Escape from Newfolk
Well… I hesitated to add it to my report, but after I ran away I realized I was being plagued by flies. This is a sign that the smell in the field has gotten a lot stronger over the past week. Sadly, even a dip in the nearest river didn’t wash me enough to get rid of them, so I was stuck listening to their howls. One thing though, these flies, boss? Nothing in my training prepared for them and their constant noise. They are the Soviet Union’s greatest asset, a weapon that surpasses Metal Gear. Ah, once Metal Gear was invented, that is. What year was that?
The supply depot to the north was surprisingly poorly defended and vulnerable from behind, perched on a ridge overlooking the entire site. The truck didn’t stop along the way, so I don’t know what supplies are stored here. I watched him for a day and, like all places before that, nothing unexpected happened. The Soviet army is a well-oiled machine, and its soldiers live a constant and unchanging routine. I feel…inhumane.
I got too comfortable and stopped being cautious like a fool!
I moved through the darkness to central base camp. It is perhaps the site of the greatest Soviet military presence in the region. What I found was a skeleton. The bones of a huge base occupied by a handful of soldiers were too thin to defend well. It looked strong at first glance, but I was able to infiltrate easily. Half of the hangar is in ruins. There were no tanks or armored vehicles of any kind. Again, I couldn’t find an officer.
I saw something like a briefing among the soldiers, but no one seemed to be in charge. Who runs this place? Their armies are bound in futile efforts, overwhelmed by the vast landscape around them, and there is a sense that they are not up to the task. It’s just cannon fodder for
After close contact with the patrol, I got out of there and started the long march south. Thankfully, the rest of the sites I had to visit were easily observed and poorly defended. Things seemed to be going well until we encountered a minefield. I got too comfortable and stopped being cautious like a fool! He was taken. I think they thought it was a wild animal that caused it.None of the other outposts I passed by after that seemed to be waiting for an attack.I think I got away with it…
Heading south again, I found a lone soldier patrolling alone in a secluded area. This was far beyond the norm, as most soldiers stuck to their designated posts. why was he here And why himself? I crept up on them for a little while, matching my footsteps to theirs just a few steps behind me, until I was finally able to pass around them unnoticed.
Came back to Spugmay Keep on day 11. I didn’t expect it to be early, so I made a short reconnaissance hike into the northern town, which was as poorly protected and unremarkable as the others. I got on the plane without much effort, but I started to feel a little wistful as the scenery rolled down below me.
It felt like the first time I saw it many years ago instead of my two weeks at this place. Instead, it’s a lifeless rock, inhabited by robots, and posing as much of a threat to his boss as the shards on his face, he’s got no problems here. Hell, I guess he has to make his own fun to take all sorts of challenges and tensions out of the place. Flaming Buffalo, out.
