Chapter 14 Hit

The PPK machine gun in his hand kept moving, emitting flames. At the top of the sentry post, from a high vantage point, he could see all the scenes below.

The sentry guarding here was supposed to go down to assemble, but he was slow, and as a result, the battle below began before he could go down.

The sentry was extremely angry. He ran back to his post and started firing with a machine gun.

When this post was first established, it was indeed to supplement the firepower next to the searchlight. However, due to the lack of heavy machine guns, only PPK machine guns were deployed here.

This type of machine gun was developed based on the AKM assault rifle by making the barrel heavier and longer. In fact, it can only be regarded as a heavy-barreled automatic rifle.

Below is a round drum magazine that can hold 75 rounds of bullets, so he uses the three-point shooting method as much as possible, otherwise the ammunition will be used up quickly.

Although he is alone now, there is only one entrance directly below to climb up here. As long as no guerrillas come through this entrance, he will not be in danger. This is exactly the blind spot below. He can shoot down calmly from here, and the weapons below, including heavy machine guns, cannot shoot up.

As long as we hold on for half an hour, our helicopters will arrive, and by then, all these guerrillas will be wiped out.

As the most forward outpost, it could be visited by guerrillas at any time. Therefore, although there were heavy casualties on the side below, the sentry still had a good mentality.

However, when the sentry saw the man below carrying the mortar barrel and running towards the machine gun position, he became a little frightened. If he was hit by the mortar, he would be in real danger.

However, seeing that there were only two people, the sentry felt relieved. Operating a mortar was not something that could be done by just two people. This group of guerrillas did not know how to operate a mortar at all.

Moreover, after a volley of bullets, one of the men was knocked down, and the sentry turned his gun around and began to deal with threats from other directions.

Unexpectedly, less than a minute later, a strange whistling sound appeared in the sky. The whistling sound was so strange amid the constant gunfire.

He stopped pulling the trigger and looked around. Then, what came into view was the fire, and what rang in his eardrums was the sound of explosion.

The shell successfully flew to the sentry post, and the warhead hit the ground. Then, the fuse ignited the warhead, and the explosives inside exploded, and countless shrapnel flew out. Although the sentry was three meters away from the location where the warhead landed, he was still hit.

The searchlight above his head shattered, and blood spurted out from several parts of his body. The sentry felt pain all over his body, took a step back, and then fell down.

This time he fell, half of his body was exposed, and suddenly, his whole body fell from the high sentry post.

"Instructor, I hit it!" Hermann on the side shouted happily.

Hermann saw it clearly. After the shell flew over, the sentry post was engulfed in flames and the sentry was blown down from his post. No matter how simple this small cannon was, it was still a cannon after all, and it was very powerful!

Hit it? At this time, the ringing in Muhammad's ears gradually subsided. Seeing Herman standing up happily, he was still a little confused. It seemed that this way of firing shells was really like a seven-injury punch, which hurt himself first and then hurt others. He must not do this next time.

Muhammad stood up and saw the guerrillas hiding in other places also stood up, holding up their weapons to celebrate the victory.

At the cost of two guerrilla casualties, they captured the outpost and killed thirty Soviets. No matter from which angle you look at it, they won this time.

It was different from the last time. Last time they fought against the tanks, they had almost no decent victory and were almost just half spectators. But this time, they relied on their own abilities to successfully take down this outpost that was almost impossible to take down.

After news of this battle spreads, the entire Afghan guerrillas will be proud of them!

All this was thanks to the instructor from Pakistan! Everyone was very excited, including Khawaja, who looked at Muhammad with admiration.

"Clean up the battlefield and load the supplies in the outpost onto the trucks. It's time to go." Muhammad shouted.

"Yes." Everyone answered, even Khwaja, who said yes casually at this moment.

Muhammad didn't notice any of this, just like what he usually did before leaving for a mission.

Muhammad walked a few steps to Durrani's body, feeling a little heavy-hearted.

In any case, Durrani was the first person Muhammad met when he came into this world, his first comrade-in-arms, and his first brother.

Who would have thought that after less than ten days of getting along, this comrade-in-arms would be gone.

Muhammad looked at Durrani's body and said silently in his heart, May Allah bless you in the other world.

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw Durani's body seemed to move.

The corpse is still moving, is it a resurrection?

Looking again, Durani's back seemed to be rising and falling slightly. I didn't see it clearly just now. This guy was not dead at all. His breathing was still steady.

Moreover, there were no signs of blood on his body. This guy must have fallen down in advance after being sprayed with bullets, and he was not hurt at all.

Thinking of his worries just now, Muhammad couldn't help but kick Durrani on the butt: "If you are not dead, get up quickly."

As Muhammad kicked him, Durani's butt twitched, and then he turned over and sat up.

His body was covered in dirt, and there was a scratch on his face, which was caused when he fell on a sharp stone. However, the fact that he was standing up was enough to prove that the main parts of Durrani's body were intact.

"Instructor, I just tripped, but luckily I threw the mortar to you. Is it easy to use?" Durani asked.

Hearing Durrani's words, Muhammad finally regained his temper as an instructor: "You idiot, a mortar doesn't just have a barrel to fire shells, it also has a base and a bracket. You only gave me a barrel, and it almost deafened me! I'll punish you when I get back!"

After saying that, Muhammad looked around and saw the guerrillas happily moving things from the outpost into the car.

There was no reserve of guns, all of which were carried by the sentries themselves. The three heavy machine guns on the three machine gun positions were a good harvest. Moreover, there was a lot of ammunition, and no one felt any effort when carrying the heavy ammunition boxes out of the sentry post.

The guerrillas had no arsenal or logistical supplies and could only rely on the rugged mountain roads to get weapons from Pakistan. This road was often bombed by the Soviets, so they could only rely on the spoils of war.

They fought guerrilla warfare, fought and then ran away, and had few opportunities to clean up the battlefield, so weapons and ammunition were always in short supply. This time, when they captured this outpost, it was the first time for everyone to see so much ammunition, and they were so happy.

In addition to ammunition, the food and even military water bottles left here by the Soviets were turned out by them, as if they were ransacking a house.

Muhammad didn't have time to check what weapons were originally installed on the Kamaz. Anyway, there was a mortar inside, which was a big enough gain.

In less than ten minutes, they had moved all the useful items in the outpost onto the truck. Then, Muhammad started the truck and rushed outside.

When the Soviets arrived here, all they left was a ground full of corpses and an empty sentry post.

Thinking of this, Hewaja, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the cab, couldn't help but whistle.

Looking at Khwaja's appearance, Muhammad asked while driving: "Captain, what do you think of this operation?"

"Very good, Muhammad. You are an expert in guerrilla warfare and familiar with the operation of various weapons." Khwaja said, "Before we met you, our troops were almost out of ammunition and food. We had no choice but to fight the Soviet tanks. I never thought that under your leadership, we successfully fought such a beautiful battle. Almighty Allah, may our Afghan guerrillas be invincible!"

Hearing that Khawaja finally gave the victory to the Almighty God, Muhammad secretly despised him and said, "I am an instructor sent by Pakistan. My rank is lieutenant. I hope to get the full cooperation of our guerrillas, so that we can become stronger and stronger and eventually drive the Soviets out of Afghanistan."

What Muhammad said was very clear. He needed the power to truly command the guerrillas. Even Khawaja had to obey his orders.

After all, Muhammad's military rank is lieutenant, so it is normal for him to command hundreds of people. Now, this guerrilla force has only more than 30 people, and his ability is sufficient.

Hearing what Muhammad said, Khawaja hesitated. After all, he was the one who built up this guerrilla force. Now, he was asked to hand over the command to a brother from Pakistan. To be honest, he was really unwilling to do so.

It is better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. This principle is true everywhere.

Muhammad only glanced at him from the corner of his eye and knew what was in Khawaja's mind, and he couldn't help but laugh at him in his heart.

Suddenly, his expression became serious.

In the rearview mirror, I saw a bright spot appearing on the blue sky and white clouds!

Did the Soviets have a lot of female deer? How come the female deer flew up so quickly after I just pulled out a post?

There is no other choice, just step on the gas and run! Muhammad thought so, and he pushed hard with his feet. He felt a push on his back, and the huge Kamaz burst out with power, speeding up, and at the same time, it became more bumpy.