Chapter 5: The Afghan Guerrillas Are Invincible

Several guerrillas finally crawled very close to the tank, then suddenly lit the bottles in their hands and threw them out immediately.

For guerrillas, the simplest weapon they can make to deal with tanks is the Molotov cocktail!

The bottle was wrapped in rags. The rags were lit and thrown over. The bottle hit the tank and broke open. The gasoline inside then started to burn fiercely.

Just as they stretched out their hands to throw, a tank behind them spotted them and immediately fired a volley of bullets at them.

They immediately climbed down and covered their heads, but were still hit one after another.

It is not so easy to throw accurately. Most of the bottles thrown out fell to the ground. One of them hit the turret, and then a fire was ignited on the turret.

Success! The guerrillas behind were very excited. They were looking forward to the tank driver inside and quickly opened the lid to escape.

However, the tank was still moving backwards, as if it was just lighting a torch for fun.

This time, they paid a great price, with nearly twenty people dying, but they failed to destroy even a Soviet tank!

The sniper, the guerrilla captain Khwaja Odia, who was two hundred meters away, stood up angrily, looking at the four tanks retreating calmly, still firing machine guns from time to time, and wished he could throw away the SVD rifle in his hand.

"Captain, the Soviets are about to escape!" said a team member.

They all saw that the four Soviet tanks were about to withdraw from the valley. After withdrawing, the tanks would once again become powerful killing machines.

"There are two tanks ahead, let's go capture the prisoners!" said another team member.

In any case, now there are two Soviet tanks that are motionless, which is a good result.

Unfortunately, to be honest, they were not the ones who attacked the two tanks. There were people lying in ambush there, who blew up the leading tank.

Who are the people there?

They could no longer deal with the four tanks at the back, but one of the two abandoned tanks had a mechanical failure and the tank crew must still be inside.

Pull the tank driver out! Go back and pay tribute to your dead comrades! A hint of fanaticism flashed in Hewaja's eyes.

"Company commander, those guerrillas are running towards 404." The gunner beside him reported to Belikov.

There were four tankers in that tank. Just now, Belikov had called for support, but the support would not come immediately. Now, those tankers were at risk of being captured by these damn guerrillas at any time.

"Grenade, ready to fire." Belikov gave the order.

Now, as they have retreated far enough, their tank guns no longer need to raise the elevation so high and can reach that place, and those guerrillas are just within the range of their tank guns.

Let these guerrillas taste the true power of tanks!

Following Belikov's order, the loader at the side stuffed an ОФ-18 fin-stabilized grenade into the barrel and closed the rear cover.

The T-62 can carry forty artillery shells. Under normal circumstances, it only carries seventeen grenades. However, now it is carrying out the mission of clearing out guerrillas, so most of the things it carries are grenades.

"Target, 348, bearing, 102, elevation 15, one grenade." Belikov shouted.

At this moment, Belikov suddenly heard a strange sound coming from outside the turret of his tank. This sound was hidden in the rumbling roar of the engine and was almost inaudible.

However, he still heard it very clearly, and immediately, his teeth began to tremble, and a terrible possibility filled his mind.

Another damn rocket! He knew that the sound was the rocket hitting the turret, and the next moment, the hot metal would flow into the turret, and his tank would be destroyed.

I waited for a second in fear, but did not feel the strong heat flow.

"Retreat at full speed, return to the safe zone, and go to area No. 3." Belikov, who had escaped death, no longer cared about the people in the 404 tank. His company had a total of seven tanks, one of which lost contact and two were destroyed. The battle loss was already very shocking. Bringing these tanks back intact was already a great achievement.

The four tanks stepped on the accelerator, retreated from the valley, turned around in the open area, and then fled shamefully to the rear.

Durani watched the tanks running away and wanted to slap himself twice. The rockets had clearly hit them, so why didn't they destroy the tank?

He didn't know that he hadn't screwed on the rocket's fuse.

The battle here is temporarily over. Muhammad came out from his hiding place. On the other side of the valley, Durrani failed. It seems that this subordinate needs more training.

This time, we destroyed two more Soviet tanks, which was a considerable gain.

At this time, the guerrillas had all run over. They were very interested in the two destroyed tanks.

"God bless, the damn Soviets, our great Afghans destroyed two of their tanks." At this moment, a hearty voice came: "My name is Khwaja Odia, and I am the captain of this guerrilla unit."

Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw that the man was holding a long rifle with a scope on it. There was a square hole on the back of the butt. Muhammad knew with just a glance that it was an SVD sniper rifle.

It seems that this person used a sniper rifle to kill a tanker operating an anti-aircraft machine gun, forcing the tankers to return to the turret. This person also played a big role in today's battle. Otherwise, the anti-aircraft machine gun could have turned all the guerrillas into corpses. Moreover, if the Soviets had not fled in a hurry, he would not have succeeded so easily.

Heroes appreciate heroes. Muhammad looked at the man and said, "Yes, God bless us, our brave Afghan guerrillas are invincible! My name is Muhammad Kamran, I am glad to see you, you fought very bravely just now."

"Just now, were you the only one who destroyed these two tanks?" Hewaja looked at Muhammad and asked since there was no one else around him.

"No, there is another one on the opposite side." Muhammad said. At this time, Durani was running towards this side carrying a rocket launcher.

Soon, Durani came over with a guilty look on his face: "Report to the instructor, the rocket I just fired has hit the enemy tank, but it did not destroy the enemy tank."

Instructor? Looking at Muhammad, Khwaja was a little curious: "Excuse me, where did you come from, sir?"

"Pakistan, but it's a secret." Muhammad's identity was special. Originally, he couldn't reveal his identity. But now that he saw this guerrilla team, Muhammad wanted to subdue them. Otherwise, it would be difficult to form a new team with only himself and Durrani. So he revealed his identity.

"No wonder, these weapons of yours were also transported from there, right?" Hewaja asked, "But why are there only two of you? Where are the others?"

"Yesterday, we still had more than 40 people," Durrani said. "However, during the daytime today, we were besieged by the Soviets and the base was destroyed. Only the instructor and I were left."

Were they besieged by the Soviets? So what? According to Muhammad's tactics, the Soviets should have died. The Soviets must have come in large numbers, and they were outnumbered. Khwaja quickly convinced himself.

Muhammad nodded and was about to say a few more words when he suddenly said, "No, we have to leave quickly, otherwise, it will be too late."

"Why?" asked Khawaja.

Muhammad said nothing and pointed to the sky above his head.

The garrison in Jalalabad must be very shocked after losing so many tanks. It won't be long before the doe fully equipped with weapons will surely fly over.

If you don't run now, you will be eaten by the doe soon.

Now, it is still the early stage of the war in Afghanistan. Tanks are not suitable for the mountainous environment. In particular, the Soviets made a serious mistake this time. Their tanks were not guarded by infantry. Otherwise, the result would definitely not be what it is now.

However, the Soviets would not keep making mistakes. For the guerrillas, if they were caught by the Hind, they would definitely suffer heavy casualties.

Even if there was no Hind, the four escaped tanks would bring a large group of Soviet infantry, and by then, our side would be at a disadvantage.

"Okay, we'll retreat immediately," said Hewaja.

After saying that, he glanced at the distance and saw his men, who were escorting two prisoners in a tank. One of them was carrying a machine gun that had just been removed from the turret, and they looked very happy.

These idiots are always doing useless things, picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons, Muhammad thought to himself.

"Gentlemen, are you willing to retreat with us?" asked Hewaja.

Obviously, Khwaja had the same idea as Muhammad. The two men in front of him destroyed four Soviet tanks with their own hands. Such people were what he needed.

"We still have some important things to do before we go," said Mhammad.