Chapter 2

He brushed the dirt off his head and looked at the tank in front of him. At this time, there was already a thick smoke and the fire had died down.

The turret separated from the tank body and fell to one side. The barrel was bent, and it was very likely that the barrel was pointing downward when it landed again. Looking at the state of the tank, the people inside must be dead.

It was a close call! He was nearly crushed into a pulp by the tank. Looking at the red five-pointed star on the turret, Hua Dongjie felt lucky to have escaped death.

There were corpses lying all around, many of them run over by tanks. Those guys with big beards and long robes were only Afghan guerrillas.

The tanks being destroyed in front of us only exist in one era, the 1980s, when the Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan!

Hua Dongjie's mind was in a mess. This place was very familiar, yet very strange. How did he end up here? This was a powder keg.

Afghanistan has never been pacified. In later generations, the world's gangsters occupied this place, and it still became a quagmire.

What is my identity here now? I have a vague impression in my mind, but I am not sure.

"Instructor, when I saw you being run over by the tank, I thought you... God bless you, damn Satan, we finally destroyed the Soviet tank." Just as Hua Dongjie was still standing there in a daze, a man stood up from the broken earth wall beside him and said to Hua Dongjie.

He has deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, dark skin, and an untrimmed beard that almost covers his mouth. He wears a white robe that has now turned brown. He is a typical Middle Eastern man, or rather, a native of Afghanistan.

Seeing Hua Dongjie looking at him with a pair of blank eyes, the Afghan guerrilla in front of him said, "Instructor, are you injured? Did you hurt your brain?"

Just now, seeing his instructor being crushed under a Soviet tank, Durrani Shah's heart was in his throat.

For more than two years, the Soviets occupied the entire Afghanistan. Faced with the Soviet invasion, the Afghans were angry and they spontaneously formed guerrillas to resist the Soviet Satanic invasion.

However, the gap in strength was obvious. After controlling the major cities, the Soviets began to attack the mountainous areas controlled by the guerrillas, and the guerrillas were defeated. Facing tanks and planes, they were helpless. At this time, a group of instructors finally came from neighboring Pakistan to guide their military training.

Various weapons also arrived, such as the rocket launcher we have today.

The instructor was training them in the mountains when they were attacked by the Soviets. They followed the instructor and escaped, but they were chased by the tanks and could not get rid of them.

At this time, because the tank was chasing too fast, the infantry behind it could not keep up. The tank without the protection of the infantry was very vulnerable. After the instructor saw this situation, he decided to stop and hide on the spot, while preparing to attack the tank.

Unexpectedly, the first rocket failed, and their whereabouts were immediately discovered by Soviet tank drivers. Although the instructors shouted to hide, the guerrillas still ran away in all directions.

As a result, the tanks rampaged and fired machine guns at the same time, and almost all the guerrillas were killed.

I originally thought that the Soviets had just left, so maybe there were still brothers who were alive and could be rescued. But in the end, I saw that the Soviets left a tank and crushed everyone everywhere.

The instructor and Durani were the only two people left in the entire guerrilla team. If the instructor hadn't held Durani down tightly, Durani would have stood up and been beaten to death.

Now, there was only one tank left, and the instructor was furious as he didn't even let go of the corpse.

Durani watched as the instructor suddenly ran out from his hiding place, holding a rocket launcher, and wanted to get closer before firing. However, he was shot by the tank's machine gun and fell down.

Then, the tanks rolled over. Durani's eyes turned red. Just as he was about to rush forward, he miraculously saw that the instructor actually stood up, and then fired a rocket from very close behind the opponent's tank.

As the rocket flew out, the tank finally caught fire and then exploded. The scene was very spectacular.

With the threat temporarily gone, Durani ran out from his hiding place and headed towards the instructor.

Unexpectedly, the instructor seemed to be stupid.

"Durani?" Hua Dongjie tried to say. He couldn't believe that he had mastered a foreign language without any study. He could already speak this very tongue-twisting Pashto.

"Instructor, you finally remembered my name!" Durrani said, "You are so great. You destroyed a Soviet tank!"

Great? At this time, Hua Dongjie's mind has inherited more memories, and he has confirmed that he has traveled through time. The real Muhammad Kamran was killed by the Soviet tank machine gun, and he replaced this man, the instructor from Pakistan, to guide this guerrilla army.

And now, Durani is the only one left in this guerrilla force, which shows how stupid Muhammad is.

Of course, using a rocket launcher to destroy an enemy tank is inherently very dangerous. Moreover, if I had not been in the army and had received tank-crushing training, I would probably not have been so calm as to let the tank pass over me without changing my position.

If they moved a little, they would be crushed into pulp by the tanks. During the training, some team members even wet their pants. When the tanks drove over them, although the two tracks would not crush them, it was still very scary.

Only by sweating more in peacetime can you bleed less in war.

The damn God threw him here, in the mountains north of Jalalabad in northeastern Afghanistan near the Pakistani border in 1981. In addition to accepting the identity of Muhammad, he also had to accept countless tests of blood and war. Although he was extremely depressed, Hua Dongjie quickly accepted this reality. He was the Pakistani instructor, Muhammad, and he would lead Afghanistan to a bright future.

Muhammad stood up, looked towards the east, and smelled the blood in the air. Now, there was only fighting!

"Clean up the battlefield, pack up your weapons, and follow me," said Muhammad.

Go? Where to? Durrani was stunned.

Muhammad had already begun to bend down and pick up the weapons of his companions.

The body had been crushed to pieces, and the gun he was carrying was also crushed.

Muhammad searched carefully and quickly for complete magazines from the bloody corpses. Soon, he collected four magazines and stuffed them into the bullet bag he was carrying. Then, he happily found four intact rockets among the corpses.

At this time, Durrani was still standing there in a daze.

"Let's go." Muhammad said, walking forward.

Durani and Muhammad walked a few steps and felt something was wrong: "Instructor, where are we going?"

"Let's go and cause trouble for the Soviets," said Muhammad.

He vaguely remembered that the tank that had been chasing them all the way had been separated from the infantry. This tank that was out of the protection of the infantry was exactly Muhammad's target.

Just two of us, looking for trouble with the Soviets? Durani felt as if he had heard wrongly. The instructor had just destroyed an enemy tank, but dozens of our men were also killed or injured. We were at a disadvantage. If we went again, we might not be able to come back.

"Why, are you scared?" Muhammad asked.

Durrani immediately shook his head: "I'm not afraid! If I were afraid of death, I wouldn't have joined the guerrillas."

In Muhammad's memory, Durrani's relatives originally lived in Jalalabad. When the Soviets first invaded and occupied the city, Durrani's relatives were killed. Therefore, Durrani and the Soviets had a deep hatred.

Now, hearing Muhammad ask him if he was afraid, Durani immediately straightened his chest, carried his rocket launcher and rifle, and followed Muhammad along the path.

At this time, Muhammad's steps were strong. Although there were no large-scale wars in his motherland in later generations, as a special forces soldier, he had participated in many operations and was also very good at guerrilla tactics.

In this mountainous area, he was the master of his own world. His predecessor was beaten so badly by the Soviets! Muhammad felt sad for his predecessor.

Now, it's time for me to show my skills on this battlefield!

Now, the Soviets were still in the early stages of the war. The Soviet army, which was used to deal with large-scale East-West collisions, was originally prepared for wars on the European plains. There were no suitable weapons for mountain warfare. For example, the T-62 tanks of the main 40th Army were not suitable for mountain warfare. The tank gun had a small firing range, and the high-horsepower engine consumed a lot of fuel, which put a great burden on logistics. In particular, without infantry following around, the tanks were sitting ducks. After one or two years of practice, the Soviets stopped using this type of tank and replaced it with an infantry fighting vehicle.

Of course, Muhammad was mentally prepared. If he died gloriously, it would be best to travel back in time. He really couldn't get used to this remote place. At least, his habit of taking a shower every day had to be completely changed.

Muhammad walked very fast, and finally, after half an hour, he heard a rumbling sound coming from the distance.

"The Soviets!" Durrani said.

Who else could it be but the Soviets? The Afghan guerrillas had no tanks, and Muhammad hid behind a large rock. He could see that the six tanks were the same tank unit that had just chased them.

Six tanks! There were only two of them. When Durrani saw these tanks, he knew that the best option was to stay still and wait quietly for these iron lumps to disappear from his sight.

Although Muhammad's mind was filled with the excitement of fighting, he also knew that now was not a good time to ambush the Soviet tanks.

At most, if two people destroyed a Soviet tank, they would be discovered by several other tanks. If they were discovered, they would be killed.

Now, I can't do anything.

Looking at the five-star painted on the turret and the black smoke coming out from behind it, Muhammad sat on the ground unwillingly.

The Soviets left. They were executioners, but they had no way to avenge their dead soldiers.

Looking at the black smoke going away, suddenly an idea popped into Muhammad's mind.

"Durani, I remember there should be a valley ahead, right?" Muhammad asked.

Having just traveled through time, Muhammad could not confirm whether this memory was real.

"Yes, it's just 20 kilometers ahead," said Durani.

"Okay, then we'll take the back road and get there before the Soviets," said Muhammad.

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