Chapter 12: Attack on the Outpost

Muhammad took off a cap from the dead body of a Soviet soldier and put it on his head, throwing the rag aside. Then, he got on his Kamaz and smashed the shaky bulletproof glass in front of him with the butt of the rifle, making a hole in it, and the broken glass shards fell all over the ground.

Although it is bulletproof glass and can block bullets, the glass will not remain intact after blocking the bullets. It can shatter at any time. Now, with a strong poke from the butt of the gun, the chrysanthemums were shattered all over the ground.

Muhammad only cleared a piece of the glass in front of him so that he could see the road ahead clearly. The glass on the other side was still full of cracks and he could not see anything.

"Hurry, get in the car!" said Muhammad, looking at the guerrillas behind him.

Now, time is precious.

The guerrillas rushed to get on the car, and most of them sat in the back, which was covered with a grass-green military canvas tent. They crawled inside and could not see anything from the outside.

Now, they had no time to see what was in the car. The engine underneath roared, and then the Kamaz started moving.

Muhammad held the steering wheel tightly in his hands and stepped on the accelerator, the engine roared, then he released the accelerator and pushed the gear lever forward with his right hand.

"Click, click." I heard a cry of joy from the gearbox and the gear was shifted.

"You didn't step on the clutch?" said Khwaja in the passenger seat.

Naturally, this battle could not be done without the participation of Khwaja. After the sniper attack failed, Khwaja ran with the gun in his arms and finally got on the truck before it started.

Ten people were left on the battlefield to clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils. The remaining twenty or so people got on the car. This time, they were going to take down the outpost.

This is a very important step in Muhammad's plan. Their main goal this time is to attack the outpost, but before attacking the outpost, they will first attack this convoy.

Moreover, hijacking a car from the convoy is of utmost importance, because only in this way can they easily rush into the outpost!

In such a battle, Hewaja would definitely not miss his participation. Now, sitting in the co-pilot seat of the cab, Hewaja looked at Muhammad's actions and immediately felt curious.

At this time, with the roar of the engine, and then, in the interval between the roars, a new gear was engaged. This time, the clutch was not pressed?

Instead of answering Khawaja's question, Muhammad asked, "Can you drive a truck?"

If he had known that someone else would drive, Muhammad would not have volunteered. After all, this position was the easiest to be hit by bullets, and the bulletproof glass in front had been broken by him, otherwise he would not be able to see the road.

Many of these guerrillas are from mountain tribes, and some have never been to the city. They are good at driving horses, donkeys, etc., but when it comes to driving trucks, many of them certainly can't do it.

Unexpectedly, this Khwaja would.

Hearing Muhammad's question, Khwaja said: "In the past, I worked in a factory in Jalalabad. There were trucks there, and I drove past quietly."

In a factory? Hearing this, Muhammad was a little emotional.

In fact, before the war broke out in Afghanistan, some basic industries had already been established. Although the entire country has only been connected to the world for a short time, they have already become civilized and open. If they continue to develop in this way, they might become a wealthy industrial country.

Unfortunately, the Soviet invasion plunged Afghanistan into war. The Soviets left, but the war in Afghanistan continued. Later, the Taliban seized power, and people thought the country would get back on track. However, they did not expect that the Taliban would abandon all previous promises and attempt to establish a fundamentalist country. Women had to wear veils when going out, and could not talk to strange men. All the efforts of the country to integrate with modern society were in vain.

Although he only fought two battles, Muhammad felt that he had integrated into this era and this country. Now that he had come here, could he let Afghanistan repeat its old path?

No, absolutely not!

The road in front of Muhammad became clear again, and it was very, very far away.

"Do we still have to keep this secret?" At this time, Hewaja on the side said again.

Muhammad heard it clearly, but he hadn't answered his question yet.

"It's very simple. Practice makes perfect." Muhammad said, "I'll teach you when we get back this time."

There is no need to use the clutch to shift gears, just use the accelerator. Many professional truck drivers in the Eastern country know this skill. Muhammad had been exposed to this skill in previous training.

The engine continued to roar, and Kamaz was getting closer and closer to the outpost.

Through the broken glass, Muhammad saw the outpost in front. It was built beside the road, on a high ground from which he could overlook the surroundings. There were three machine gun positions surrounding the outpost, which could perfectly protect the outpost. If guerrillas came to attack, they would be covered by machine gun bullets no matter where they came from.

There must be a generator in the outpost, and there is a large searchlight above the outpost.

Although they now have this truck and can approach the outpost quietly, if they really get there, there will still be casualties because these guerrillas have not undergone rigorous training and have not been assigned targets in advance.

what to do?

Looking at the roadblock ahead, Muhammad slowed the truck.

This truck was a Soviet supply truck, so Muhammad didn't need to say anything. As soon as the truck arrived, two soldiers from the outpost came out to remove the roadblock.

"Hurry, let the platoon leader gather the troops and go to the rescue on the mountain road ahead. Our convoy has been surrounded by a group of guerrillas." Muhammad leaned his head out of the car window. His hat was stained with blood. Combined with the blood on the car window, anyone could tell that this was a man who had barely escaped death.

Muhammad spoke very fluently and quickly. The two soldiers did not hesitate at all. After removing the roadblock, they ran towards the post behind.

In fact, they also faintly heard the two explosions in the distance, but without orders from above, they had to stay in this outpost and could not move.

Now, after hearing Muhammad's words, soon, a loud whistle was heard from the sentry post, and with this sound, all the soldiers ran over from where they were.

They first gathered in an open space, where the platoon leader would give a brief speech, and then they could quickly go to provide support in the two vehicles at the outpost.

Seeing the soldiers gathering in a hurry, Muhammad smiled and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

"Buzz, buzz." The Kamaz rushed over like crazy. The Soviet soldiers didn't know what was going on, but they saw tongues of fire coming out of the truck.

Wherever the flames went, there were screams of death.

Flames were coming out of the cab in front and the carport in the back.

"They are guerrillas! Kill them quickly!" The platoon leader guarding here hid behind an oil barrel and saw the people behind the truck. The clothes of those people were not those of our own people, but those of local natives.

These guerrillas actually pretended to be our own people and came to attack! This made the platoon leader very angry. The open ground was already full of corpses. Nearly twenty people fell in a pool of blood, and then were run over by the shameful Kamaz.

The platoon leader's words seemed to have attracted the guerrillas' attention. When he lowered his head, he heard bang bang sounds. Bullets hit the oil drums, sparks flying.

"Creaky." The car finally stopped and the door opened. Muhammad jumped out first, holding an AKM in his hand, and rushed towards the nearest machine gun position.

Because of the assembly whistle just now, the machine gunner at the machine gun position also ran over and prepared to receive orders, so this machine gun position was temporarily vacant.

The machine guns here pose the greatest threat to the guerrillas.

A Soviet soldier was also running towards here. It seemed that this soldier also knew that using this machine gun to deal with the guerrillas was the most appropriate choice.

"Bang, bang, bang." A tongue of fire spit out from the AKM in Muhammad's hand, and the Soviet soldier in front of him fell down.

Muhammad quickly jumped into the bunker of the machine gun position. The M1938 DshKM heavy machine gun! As soon as Muhammad saw it, he couldn't let it go.

Although this heavy machine gun actually existed during World War II, it is strong and durable. The 12.7mm caliber bullet is enough to penetrate the thin armor of the BMP infantry fighting vehicle. Moreover, by raising the tripod, it can also be used as an anti-aircraft weapon. Although it cannot penetrate the armor of the Mi-24, it can still knock the Mi-24 down after hitting its fatal parts.

This machine gun continued to serve in later generations until the disintegration of Russia and was never retired.

The only drawback is that this machine gun is too heavy.

Behind Muhammad, Durrani followed closely and jumped into the machine gun position together.

"Hurry, move this machine gun over here," said Muhammad.

Durani understood, and together with Muhammad, they lifted the machine gun over.

Turning the gun, before Muhammad opened fire, he saw a tongue of fire coming out from the machine gun position in another corner.

They were firing at the guerrillas, and one guerrilla was unable to dodge and was immediately hit.

The 12.7mm bullet hit the body and immediately created a big hole. The guerrilla fell to the ground without even a scream.

"Damn it, I'll kill your mother." Muhammad shouted, and pulled the trigger. His heavy machine gun spewed out flames.

Durani, who was holding the ammunition belt at the side, had no idea what the instructor was saying. It was not Russian, nor Pashto. Instead, it sounded like the language of some oriental country.

What Muhammad just said was the national curse.

In desperation, Muhammad picked the most convincing words and as he spoke, bullets poured towards the machine gun position.

Suddenly, the person opposite seemed to be electrocuted. His body swayed a few times, blood flowed onto the cold machine gun, and he fell on the bunker.