Chapter 6: Booby Trap

Important things? Didn't we just say that retreat was the most important thing? As the leader of this guerrilla team, Khwaja was the one who made all the decisions on the action. He really couldn't think of anything more important.

"Take out all the grenades in the tanks." Muhammad said, "Hurry up, pay attention, only grenades are needed, armor-piercing shells and armor-piercing shells are useless."

Carrying tank shells? Khwaja was also a little puzzled: "Sir, we can't move the tank guns, what do we need those shells for?"

"Of course it is useful. You'll know when you get back." Muhammad said, and he ran to the tank that had overturned due to turning over a large rock in a few steps. Only this tank was intact. As for the other one, even if there was no secondary explosion, the interior could not be touched.

The tank's hatch was open. Muhammad was very familiar with the tank. Although the tank's current posture was not suitable, he still shrank his body and crawled in through the hatch on the turret.

The T-62 tank's basic ammunition is forty rounds. Generally speaking, it is only equipped with seventeen grenades. In addition to the ones it has just used, it would be good to have fifteen rounds.

Muhammad thought so and pulled out a shell from the ammunition rack and fuel tank in front of him.

Yes, it's a grenade!

"Next!" Muhammad passed the grenade out from the turret hatch.

Outside, Durrani was already there to take over.

Seeing the two men busy, Hewaja shook his head and signaled to several guerrillas. These guerrillas followed and carried the shells that Durrani had taken out.

What's the use of these shells unless there are artillery?

Even though they thought so, they still carried it.

The shells are very heavy, so you can only carry one at most.

But from inside the turret, shells were constantly being delivered.

Inside, Muhammad was smiling happily. He had made a profit, he really had made a profit.

There were actually thirty grenades in this tank! Thirty grenades!

Muhammad pulled out a bullet and smiled, then pulled out another one and smiled again, until the last few, which were the pointed armor-piercing bullets. He had already figured it out. In Afghanistan, the guerrillas had no heavy weapons, let alone tanks. Therefore, even if they had armor-piercing bullets, they would be useless. Grenades were still more economical, had a long range, and were more powerful.

These grenades are even more useful to me!

Muhammad came out of the tank turret with a smile, but saw the guerrillas around him, all of whom had bitter faces. They carried their weapons and a grenade, very reluctantly.

"What should we do with these two prisoners?" asked a guerrilla.

Originally he was escorting the prisoner, but now he was also carrying the grenade. Almost all the guerrillas were carrying tank shells that they thought were completely useless.

Khawaja looked at the two Soviets. They were driving steel machines and stepping onto the Afghan soil. They were invaders!

They have committed many evil deeds, including crushing Afghans with tanks. These people are executioners!

Now, since we can't take them away, we might as well just deal with it here!

Thinking of this, a murderous look appeared in Hewaja's eyes.

These two tank soldiers escaped from an overturned tank. The tank had been abandoned, and they stayed there, only waiting to die.

However, by the time they came out, the guerrillas had already approached and two tank soldiers were killed. If they had not surrendered, they would have been killed too.

The two men's eyes were filled with fear. Although they could not speak Pashto when they came to Afghanistan, they could more or less understand some Pashto.

Moreover, in this situation, even if there is a language barrier, you can still see something from the other person's eyes.

"We are the armored troops of the 1st Company, 3rd Battalion, 117th Regiment, 108th Division, 40th Army. Now, we have become prisoners, and we request to abide by the Geneva Convention!" One of the captured Soviet tank soldiers said bravely to the people in front of him.

"What are you talking about?" Hewaja asked the two men with a smile on his face, and took out a saber in his hand.

Although using bullets is more painful, Khwaja often likes to use a saber. He feels the pleasure of stabbing the opponent with the saber. Before his eyes, he sees his compatriots falling under Soviet tanks.

Khawaja's hand was raised high, the knife flashed, and was about to fall.

"Wait!" said Muhammad.

Why wait again? Hewaja looked at Muhammad on the side. At this time, he already disliked this man who was good at fighting.

It's like there is a naked beauty in front of you, your penis is raised high, and you are about to thrust it straight into her vitals, but the director tells you to stop. It's fun to watch Japanese movies, but who can understand how forbearing the male actors in Japanese movies are.

"They just told us to abide by the Geneva Convention," said Muhammad.

"What a bullshit convention! All I know is that these people are our enemies and they deserve to die!" said Hewaja.

Durani on the side was also very curious. He really couldn't guess what this instructor was thinking.

"No, these people certainly deserve to die, but they shouldn't die in our hands." Muhammad said, "Captain Khwaja, can you hand these two people over to me?"

Give it to you? Can you take care of it? Hewaja didn't believe that if he took care of two prisoners, he might lose them.

But then I thought of what Muhammad said: These people should not die in our hands. What does that mean? Besides, these prisoners had originally escaped from the damaged tank. If it weren't for Muhammad, we wouldn't have been able to capture them.

Thinking of this, Hewaja said, "Okay, I'll leave it to you."

"Detain these two here first. I need you to send a few team members to help me make the arrangements." Muhammad said.

What was this arrangement? Khwaja suddenly became interested, called two people, and followed Muhammad himself and walked over.

It happened very quickly. In just ten minutes, Hewaja came over again, but this time, his face was full of smiles, as if he had seen some pleasing scene.

"Take them over there." Khwaja pointed to the two Soviet prisoners.

The two Soviet prisoners looked at each other, feeling uneasy. They followed the enemy step by step, one step deep and the other shallow, waiting for an unknown fate.

Right next to their overturned tank, Muhammad was there, waving at them.

"Come on, come here!" Muhammad said in fluent Russian, "You stay here and wait for your people to come and pick you up."

Muhammad in this world does not speak Russian, but the Muhammad who traveled through time and space has all the memories of Hua Dongjie. In his previous life, Hua Dongjie sometimes held joint exercises with the Russian army, and needed to be familiar with the use of many Russian imported equipment, so he also learned Russian. In addition to Russian, he also knows English and Chinese.

How could he be so kind? It was impossible to think about it. The two of them felt that the Afghan in front of them must have bad intentions.

"Come, sit down!" said Muhammad.

The two captives didn't have time to react before Hewaja used his powerful arms to force them to sit down.

While they were sitting, Muhammad, who was standing beside them, seemed to move quickly under their buttocks.

Then, he sat on the ground, but besides the ground, he seemed to feel something strange on his butt. It must be what the man had quickly stuffed under his butt.

It looks like an iron lump with an iron sheet on it. It hurts my butt. I'd better move it.

"Don't move. There is a pressure-activated mine under your butt. If you move, you will be smashed to pieces." Muhammad said with a teasing tone.

Is there a pressure mine under your butt? After hearing what Muhammad said, they felt as if they were sitting on a red-hot iron plate. They wanted to get up reflexively.

However, before their buttocks left the iron sheet, they were held down tightly by the hands of Muhammad and Khwaja.

If you want to commit suicide, you have to wait until we leave before you start.

After the two men pressed, the two captives finally reacted and sweat broke out on their faces.

"I wish you two a pleasant stay here! Your reinforcements will be here soon." Muhammad waved happily to the two men, then followed Khwaja's guerrillas and walked away quickly.

Although the two prisoners were not tied up and were not injured, did they dare to move?

Muhammad really wanted to see the show, but unfortunately, he had to leave. With the strength of this guerrilla team, it would be okay to sneak attack a lone Soviet soldier, but if they encountered Soviet reinforcements, they would be the ones who would suffer the loss.

Seeing these people disappear, the two prisoners trembled in their hearts. After more than an hour, one of the prisoners said, "Hey, Markov, do you think we are sitting on pressure mines?"

"What do you think?" Markov asked, both of them calming down a little. "Ilyich, you used to serve in the infantry, so you should be familiar with this kind of mine."

"I don't think we were sitting on a mine," Ilyich said. "Those guerrillas don't even have enough bullets, so how could they have weapons like mines?"

"What is that?" Markov asked.

"I think it looks like a grenade. Yes, it is a grenade!" Ilyich said gritting his teeth. He recalled that just now, when he was forced to be pressed down, the other guy moved under his butt so insidiously. In fact, he pulled the safety pin of the grenade and let him sit on it.

Yes, that's it! I just want to scare myself!

"Grenade? Then we just lift our butts up and then throw the grenade out, right?" Markov asked.

"Our people are coming." Just then, Ilyich heard a roar in the distance.