Chapter 26

Instructor, those Soviets are coming." Hiding on a hill, watching the armored vehicles rumbling over, their turrets rotating from time to time, obviously looking for their own traces, Durani couldn't help but say to Muhammad.

Originally, Muhammad adopted standard guerrilla tactics, hit and run, harassing the Afghans constantly, making them restless and eventually exhausted. He kept consuming the Soviets' manpower. Afghans fought for their country and sacrificed their lives, while for the Soviets, each death would be a large pension, and the wounded would have to go to the rear for treatment and arrange jobs after retirement, which would create a heavy financial burden on the Soviet Union. It was because of this that the Soviet Union collapsed.

But now, unexpectedly, the Soviets actually adopted the taboo of dividing the troops and sent these three armored vehicles over, which just gave our side an opportunity.

There has never been a good fight, and now that it is delivered to my mouth, there is no reason not to accept it! Muhammad looked at the armored vehicles in the night, moving along the rugged mountain road. His side was in a commanding position, which was a good place to ambush them.

"Let's set up an ambush ahead." said Muhammad.

The BMP infantry fighting vehicle keeps advancing in the mountains. Although the road ahead is rugged, it can still drive with ease. Compared with tanks, it has a great advantage in its own weight. The 300-horsepower engine drives a 13-ton armored vehicle with sufficient power reserves. If necessary, it can even rush straight to the top of the mountain.

Searching forward along the mountain road, Platoon Leader Khokov became more and more puzzled. He didn't see any Afghans. This was their territory and they were like fish in water here, while he was moving forward recklessly, especially now in the darkness. There were too many unknown factors.

At this time, the sky in the east was gradually turning white, and dawn was about to come.

We can't charge anymore, we have to retreat and join the main force! Thinking of this, Khokov shouted on the radio: "The search is over, no trace of the guerrillas has been found, stop advancing, and return."

"Da da, da da da." At this moment, suddenly, the sound of machine gun firing was heard from the high ground on both sides. The sound was so terrifying. It was a large-caliber 12.7mm heavy machine gun!

Along with the sound of machine guns, bullets poured onto the side of the BMP infantry fighting vehicle. Suddenly, the weak armor on the side could not withstand the shooting of bullets and holes were made on it.

The bullet penetrated the steel plate and hit the crew cabin. Someone in an infantry squad being transported at the back immediately let out a scream.

When hit by a 12.7mm machine gun bullet, a large hole will appear in the wound. Especially after passing through the steel plate, the bullet's stability becomes poor and it begins to roll after entering the body. When the bullet goes out from the other side of the body, it creates an even larger hole.

Blood splattered, flesh flew everywhere, and the Soviet soldiers in the infantry cabin screamed.

"Hurry, get out of the car!" Khokov shouted. He opened the hatch and climbed out from the top. The rear hatch also opened at the same time, and the surviving Soviet soldiers quickly jumped out from the back.

Durani calmly used his index finger to hook the trigger, and the M1938 DshKM heavy machine gun in front of his body vibrated regularly. Bullets flew out from the front of the muzzle with great power, flying towards the infantry fighting vehicle opposite.

The first few bullets deviated from the vehicle and flew to the ground next to it. He slightly adjusted the angle, and the following bullets hit the body of the armored vehicle. The 12.7mm bullets easily tore open the outer shell of the armored vehicle, which made Durani more confident.

At the same time, the turret of the infantry fighting vehicle on the opposite side rotated and turned towards Durrani's machine gun position. The muzzle began to gradually rise and was about to fire at him.

"Soviet people, go to hell!" Durani shouted. Even though the enemy was about to open fire, he did not retreat. This heavy machine gun was very heavy and could not be moved by one person. If he ran away, the heavy machine gun would be destroyed by the enemy.

Bullet casings kept flying out from one side of the machine gun, and bullets rained down on the infantry fighting vehicles opposite. There was anger in Durani's eyes. At this moment, he thought of his dead relatives. These Soviet devils, these invaders, all deserved to die!

"Boom!" Just as the turret on the opposite side turned around and was about to open fire, suddenly, a flash of fire came out from the armored vehicle, followed by a burst of explosions. The bullets that continued to shoot into the armored vehicle, making the armored vehicle riddled with holes, finally detonated the 73mm grenade inside.

"Hit those Soviets who got off the vehicles!" Muhammad shouted. He clearly saw the Soviet infantry coming out from inside, hiding behind some rocks, waiting for an opportunity to attack them. Moreover, with the sound of gunfire, the Soviet follow-up troops would arrive soon, and they didn't have much time left.

"Bang." A bullet flew and hit Durani's machine gun, sparks flying. Durani was not afraid at all, but was worried about whether the heavy machine gun was damaged. He turned the machine gun and shot the bullet in the direction where the bullet came from.

A Soviet soldier, who had just emerged from behind a rock, fired a three-point shot. Just as he was about to retract his head, the vengeful bullet flew over. With a bang, his head exploded, and his brains splattered all over the place. His lower body, still maintaining the shooting posture, remained there motionless.

Khwaja lay on the top of a mountain, aiming and shooting calmly. Every shot would take a life. Half of the soldiers of the three infantry squads were lost when they jumped off the armored vehicle. Now, they were surrounded by the guerrillas who were in a dominant position. Under the severe attack, they suffered heavy casualties. Only four or five people were left, hiding behind a big rock, not daring to show their heads.

"Retreat," said Muhammad.

A rumbling sound was heard in the distance. The Soviet follow-up troops reacted quickly and caught up in just over ten minutes.

The heavy machine gun was quickly disassembled. Durani put a wet cloth on his shoulders, picked up the hot gun, and ran back.

The rest of the group followed suit and slid away along the path. Within a minute, nothing was left except the shell casings.

Khokov was lying under a rock. Just now, a bullet hit the brim of his hat. The helmet failed to block the bullet, and the bullet still passed through the brim and shot into his eye. This eye has been blinded. The only good thing is that the back of his brain was not injured, and he was not shot in the head like others. He is still alive.

There were three armored vehicles, one was blown up, two were riddled with holes, the drivers died in their seats, the engines were damaged, the coolant flowed all over the ground, and the power was lost. The turret on the top could not turn, let alone fire. Even if it could fire, it was useless because the bullets were too fierce. Looking at the bullet holes on the outside, you could tell that there would be no survivors inside.

There was a vibration on the ground, and a T-62 appeared in their sight. Their follow-up troops had arrived.

The Afghan government troops rushed up the hillsides on both sides in a scattered line. Seeing the remaining shells and traces of machine gun positions, they couldn't help but be shocked. This is a powerful 12.7mm heavy machine gun! When did the Afghan guerrillas have such weapons?

The guerrillas had already fled. This time, the Afghan government forces had completely occupied the hillsides on all sides and were absolutely safe. Slovic got out of the tank and after ordering three infantry fighting vehicles to pursue them, he had a bad feeling. It was not appropriate to send people to pursue them in the dark. At this time, when he called by radio, the three infantry fighting vehicles no longer responded. In the mountains, radio signals often disappeared inexplicably.

So, he followed with a large force, but when he got close, he heard the sound of a gunfight, and sped up and rushed over! When he arrived, the battle was over.

There were three infantry fighting vehicles, one was still burning, and the other two had become a hornet's nest. Looking at Khokov, whose eyes were still bleeding, Slovic's eyes flashed with anger.

"The Afghan guerrillas must be made to pay the price!" Slovic punched the destroyed infantry fighting vehicle hard.

"Saha, you continue to lead the way and we must find the guerrillas' hiding place!" Slovic said to Saha.

Saha, wearing the uniform of the government army, looked at the furious Slovic and asked himself to find the hiding place of the guerrillas? These people were elusive and had changed places long ago. He had no idea where they were! Although he was familiar with the terrain here, he was not a guerrilla after all.

Slovic didn't blame himself for making the wrong choice yesterday, but if he made the wrong choice again today, Slovic would never let him go.

What should I do? Saha was sweating profusely. He couldn't make any more mistakes this time. He was not sure... so he just...

Thinking of this, he said to Slovic: "Dear battalion commander, the guerrillas have always been short of ammunition. They ambushed us more to grab ammunition. We have two destroyed infantry fighting vehicles with ammunition, machine guns, and anti-tank missiles. As long as we don't destroy these two tanks, the guerrillas will definitely come back. We came too quickly just now, and they didn't have time to get these weapons."

After Saha finished speaking, he looked at Slovic, hoping that he could understand what he meant. If Slovic still insisted on his original opinion, then he could take them to continue wandering in the mountains.

Slovic didn't look at him. He looked at the rolling mountains around him and the rising red sun in the east. This was a terrain that gave them a headache. The Soviet Army's combat targets had always been the plains of Western Europe, advancing like a rolling torrent of steel. The mountains here seriously hindered the actions of their mechanized forces.

The guerrillas thrive in this mountainous area, and if we want to wipe them out, we have to rely on the Afghans.

"Saha, you take your platoon and stay here." Slovic said: "All mechanized forces, keep moving forward."