Chapter 98: Cannon vs Helicopter

  "Altitude thirty-six point eight, speed two hundred three, set data. Muhammad shouted to Fahim."

  At this time, Muhammad was sitting in the aiming-fire hand seat chair, while Fahim sat on the side of the aiming device fixed hand seat chair. Muhammad's eyes were tightly staring at the high-shooting reflective sight with a sunshade, his right hand rotating the direction machine, watching as the crosshairs quickly pressed onto the target.

  When Fahim was seen standing still on the high cannon, Muhammad knew that this guy was too infatuated, and no matter how he shouted, he couldn't hear it. At this time, the doe had already flown over, and it was extremely difficult to take Fahim away again. There was only one way left.

  Take down the Soviet helicopter with this anti-aircraft gun!

  Anti-aircraft guns firing at helicopters sounds correct, but the advantage still lies with the helicopter side. After all, the helicopter has the advantages of high speed and active attack, while the anti-aircraft gun can only passively defend itself. Moreover, Fashim is operating a complex aiming system for the first time.

  Muhammad had no time to say more, when he jumped on the chair, Fahim saw Muhammad coming and was amazed, in between, heard a rumbling sound, only then did he realize that the Soviet IL-76 was flying over.

  Fahim jumped up onto the right-hand seat, swiftly setting dials according to Muhammad's commands, turning knobs and aligning gauges with the correct readings.

  Liam Hammad didn't have a complete grasp either, last night's ground target was very close, and visual aiming would do. Now, shooting at helicopters in the sky requires zero deviation.

  At this time, Muhamed was racing against the clock. When direction had already turned around, he stepped down on the firing pedal without any hesitation.

  "Boom, boom!" As he stepped on the pedal, a burst of blue smoke first emerged from the muzzle, followed by a ball of flames. In front of the flames, bullets flew out one after another.

  Just then. The doe on the opposite side had also discovered them, and with swift movements, the helicopter began to rapidly ascend, while the gunner started making tense and orderly preparations.

  The lethal range of this high cannon is only two thousand meters, and the doe can easily launch rocket shells outside the defense zone and turn this place into a sea of fire as long as it flies out of the opponent's lethal range.

  Muhammad's eyes were fixed on the sight, watching as the bullet flew up and exploded far away from the doe, startling him.

  Damn it, the ZAP-23 vector sight on this high cannon hasn't been calibrated! Muhamed took one look at the impact point and knew that the sight was way off from the actual firing point of the cannon. There's a huge difference, shooting like this will definitely miss the target!

  What to do? Muhammad raised his head from the sight. Looking at the actual explosion point of the shell, below the opponent, Muhammad immediately turned the elevation machine with his left hand, raising the angle of the high cannon and continuing to fire.

  "Boom, boom!" Several more shells went by. This time with a bit of deviation in direction!

  Muhammad continued to turn the direction machine, following. Firing again.

  "Bang! Bang!" The fifty rounds of ammunition in the cartridge box were about to be used up, and if they still couldn't hit the target, the two had no choice but to flee with their heads covered.

  The helicopter pilot jokingly looked at the anti-aircraft gun below, Afghan guerrillas, and at most used an RPG. This kind of anti-aircraft gun, they can't operate proficiently at all.

  The pilot held the plane steady, the weapons operator in front pressed the fire button, and a burst of black smoke erupted from under the short wings on both sides, with rockets shooting out one by one from the rocket launcher nest.

  The last 23mm shell was fired from the muzzle, carrying a bright arc, and flew over.

  As he watched the shell coming over, the gunner's eyes widened and he yelled to the pilot in back "Pull up! Pull up!"

  The two turboprop engines on the roof burst out with maximum power, the propellers spinning faster and faster as the giant elk began to climb upwards.

  "Boom!" At this time, the shell had already flown over and hit the doe's head, two meters away from the doe. The warhead exploded, countless fragments instantly entered the engine on her head.

  A piercing noise came from the engine, and countless red indicator lights flickered on the instrument panel in front of the pilot.

  Engine failure! The powerless helicopter, like a stone, dropped rapidly from the sky, its body began to spin continuously, and the rotor on top rotated in reverse, slowing down the descent of the helicopter. This is the only self-rescue measure for the helicopter before crashing - autorotation.

  Two pilots screamed in terror as their bodies spun with the helicopter's non-stop rotation, their brains thoroughly dizzy.

  "Boom!" The helicopter crashed to the ground, and then a flame burst out from the top engine. Next, a fireball engulfed the entire helicopter... The engine ignited the fuel, which in turn ignited the weapon racks on both sides.

  Muhammad didn't have time to see the outcome of the battle on the other side, those dozen or so rockets were dragging fire tongues and flying towards this side.

  "Jump!" Muhammad shouted, although he knew it was futile, but had to try anyway.

  Jumping down from the firing position, Muhammad's two legs seemed to be filled with infinite power, running quickly forward. He ran in the direction of those incoming rockets. Muhammad was gambling, betting on the Soviet soldiers' lead time.

  "Boom! Boom!" The rocket projectile flew in quickly, lifting the ground around the truck into the air, sending dust flying everywhere.

  "Coach!" Khwaja, Lamelle, Herman, Osama and others came running quickly this way. Osama ran the fastest, while he was still complaining in his heart.

  That foolish Fakhir, not listening to the instructor's orders, might as well die, and the instructor still has to go save him! Truly...not understanding discipline, on the battlefield not listening to commands, should have been shot long ago.

  The explosion of these dozens of rockets was too stunning, Muhammad's brain was a bit dizzy, he slowly opened his eyes and felt some weight on his body.

  Who? Muhammad pushed away the person on top of him and sat up to take a look. It turned out to be Fahim!

  Fahim's face turned slightly pale as he looked at Muhammad beside him and said, "Muhammad sir, you're not hurt, that's great."

  Muhammad wore a locally-made tactical vest with titanium alloy plates that could withstand 7.62mm direct shots, only the uncovered legs and arms were vulnerable to injury, these days of fighting have proven that this set of protective gear is very effective.

  Even without Fahim's protection, Muhammad would be fine.

  But... Fahim was clearly injured, his face was somewhat pale, and there was constantly fresh blood coming out of his back.

  "Commander, Commander." At this time, the guerrilla fighters had already rushed over.

  "Quickly, take Fakhim and leave." Muhammad said.

  Hurriedly making a stretcher, the guerrilla fighters carried Fahim and ran quickly towards the rugged mountain road.

  Ten minutes later, another doe appeared. This doe only saw the crashed companion and the high cannon truck covered with rocket shells. The truck and the high cannon had been completely destroyed.

  Where are the guerrillas? Where are the guerrillas? The doe deer encircled the battlefield and began searching.

  On the rugged mountain road, the guerrilla fighters were running quickly, and Fahim on the stretcher felt his eyelids getting heavier.

  "Fahim, don't sleep!" Muhammad said "Think of our unfinished cause! Hold on!"

  Many times, once a wounded person falls asleep, they can no longer open their own eyes again.

  Fahim's wound was very serious, and Muhammad just took a glance at it and knew he was also powerless. Muhammad could use a bayonet to dig out the bullet head and perform surgery on himself, but he couldn't do the same for Fahim.

  Faheem's back was hit by four shrapnel, one of which was close to the main artery. Muhamaad didn't dare and these wounds needed cleaning and stitching, something Muhamaad couldn't do for now.

  The top priority is to find a doctor, a surgeon! Muhammad's brain was racing with thoughts of where to take Fahim for medical attention.

  In the mountainous areas of Afghanistan, in poor and remote villages, there are no doctors at all. They can only go to big places. It seems that we have to think of a way from those towns.

  In the Panjshir Valley, there are several larger towns, including Rukha, Astana and Zenia. Among them, Rukha is the largest and also the command center of the Soviet Union. Having just destroyed their command center, the defense there was extremely tight and could not be attacked again, so we had to think of a way from the two towns of Astana and Zenia.

  The closest place from here should be Astana, then just go to Astana!

  "Fahim, hold on, I'll save you," Muhammad said.

  "No need, Mr. Mohammad, I'm going to meet the great True Lord, I'll be watching from above as you continue to strike at the Soviets until they are driven out. Don't risk yourselves for me anymore," Fahim said.

  "No, we will not abandon any of our comrades." Muhamed said "You stay alive to strike more Soviets."

  The mountain road was rugged and winding, after walking through a narrow path that could barely accommodate one person, the guerrillas arrived at a cave.

  This was once a foothold of the guerrilla team, with open spaces on all sides, easy to defend and hard to attack, after arriving here, they could come and go freely.

  Fahim was put on the ground. At this time, Fahim's face turned even paler. Although the wound had been simply bandaged, blood continued to flow non-stop.

  Muhammad's face was solemn and he quickly found a doctor for Fakhim.

  "Khawaja, Osama, come with me. The rest of you, stay here." Muhammad said calmly.

  "Mr. Muhammad, where are you going?" Fahim asked in a low voice.

  "Find a doctor." Muhammad said "You won't die."