Chapter Fourteen: Hit It

  The PPK submachine gun in hand, constantly shifting positions, spitting out tongues of fire. At the top of the watchtower, overlooking everything below.

  The sentry who was guarding here was also supposed to go down and gather, but he moved slowly, and as a result, the battle below had already begun before he could go down.

  The sentry was enraged and ran back to his post, starting to fire a machine gun.

  When this outpost was first established, it was indeed to supplement the firepower of the searchlight on one side, but due to the lack of heavy machine guns, only PPK machine guns were deployed here.

  This machine gun is developed from the AKM assault rifle, with a heavier and longer barrel, it's actually just a heavy-barreled automatic rifle.

  Below is a circular drum that can hold 75 rounds of ammunition, so he uses the three-point shooting method as much as possible, otherwise the ammunition will be consumed quickly.

  Although he is alone now, in order to climb up here, there is only one entrance directly below, as long as this entrance is guaranteed not to be approached by guerrillas, he will not be in danger. This place is just a blind spot below, and he can shoot down from here with ease, while the weapons below, including heavy machine guns, cannot shoot up.

  If you hold on for half an hour, your helicopter will arrive, and by then, these guerrillas will be completely eliminated.

  As the most advanced outpost, it will be visited by guerrillas at any time. Therefore, although there are many casualties on our side below, the mentality of this sentinel is still very good.

  Just then, he saw the man below carrying a mortar tube and running towards the machine gun position. The sentry was somewhat startled, as if he were to be hit by a mortar, it would indeed be dangerous.

  But look at those two people, the sentry relaxed, wanting to operate a mortar is not something that can be done by just two people, this group of guerrillas simply do not know how to operate a mortar.

  And with a burst of gunfire, one of them was knocked down. The sentry turned his gun and began to counter the threat from another direction.

  Who would have thought that in just a minute, a strange whistling sound appeared in the sky, and this whistling sound was so peculiar amidst the continuous gunfire.

  He stopped pulling the trigger, looked around, and then what appeared before his eyes was flames, and what pierced his eardrums was the sound of explosions.

  This shell successfully flew to the sentry post, the warhead hit the ground, then the fuse ignited the warhead, and the explosive inside exploded, countless shrapnel flew out, and the sentry was still affected even though he was three meters away from where the warhead landed.

  The searchlight on his head was shattered, and several places on his body had burst out with blood flowers. The sentry felt aching all over his body, took a step back, and then fell to the ground.

  This time, however, half of it was exposed outside, and in an instant, the whole body fell from the high lookout.

  "Got him, sir!" Hermann shouted excitedly from beside him.

  Herman saw it very clearly, after the shell flew over, that sentry post was a blaze of fire, and the sentry was blown down from his post. This little cannon may be simple, but it's still a cannon, so powerful!

  Did I hit it? At this time, the ringing in Muhammad's ears gradually weakened. He saw Herman get up excitedly, still a bit dazed. It seemed that this way of launching shells was like punching seven wounds - first hurt oneself, then hurt others. Next time, can't do it like this again.

  Muhammad stood up and saw the other guerrilla fighters hiding in other places also standing up, they raised their weapons in hand to celebrate this victory.

  At the cost of two guerrilla casualties, they took down this outpost, eliminating thirty Soviets. From any angle, it was a complete victory for them.

  Unlike last time, last time they fought tanks, they almost had no decent victory, almost just a bystander. But this time, it was their own skill that brought down the almost impossible-to-beat outpost.

  After this battle is over, all guerrilla forces in Afghanistan will be proud of them!

  All this is thanks to that instructor from Pakistan! Everyone was overjoyed, including Khwaja, who also looked at Muhammad with admiring eyes.

  "Sweep the battlefield, move the reserves from the outpost onto the trucks, we should go!" Muhammad shouted.

  "Yes." Everyone replied, even Khwaja, who also casually said a "yes".

  Muhammad did not notice these, just like he usually went out to perform tasks, and left in a usual manner.

  A few steps brought him to Duranni's body, and Muhammad felt a weight on his heart.

  Anyway, Durrani was the first person Muhammad encountered when he came into this world, his first comrade-in-arms and his first brother.

  Who would have thought that this comrade would leave just like that in less than ten days of being together.

  Muhammad looked at Durrani's corpse and silently said in his heart, may the true Lord bless you in another world.

  Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Duranni's corpse, which seemed to have moved slightly.

  The corpse is still moving, has it come back to life?

  Take another look at Dulaney's back, it seems to be slightly heaving, just now was all his own unclear, this guy, did not die at all, breathing is still very stable.

  Moreover, there were no signs of bleeding on his body. This guy must have lain down in advance under the hail of bullets just now, and not a single hair was hurt.

  Recalling his own concerns, Muhammad couldn't help but kick Duranni's butt: "If you're not dead, get up quickly."

  As Muhammad's foot went down, Duranni's butt shook a bit, and then he flipped over and sat up with a thud.

  Covered in dirt, with a scratch on his face, which was caused by falling onto a sharp rock. However, the movement of getting up showed that Dulaney's main body parts were intact and undamaged.

  "Captain, I just stumbled a bit, but it's okay. I threw that mortar over to you. Was it easy to use?" Dulaney asked.

  When Durrani heard this, Muhammad finally recovered his temper as a instructor: "You idiot, the mortar is not just a barrel that can fire shells, it also has a base and a bracket. You only gave me a barrel, almost deafening my ears! After going back, I will fix you!"

  Muhammad's gaze swept around, looking at the guerrillas who were busily loading things from the sentry post onto the cars.

  There were no reserves of firearms, only those carried by the sentries themselves. The three heavy machine guns on the three machine gun positions were a good harvest. Moreover, there was still plenty of ammunition, and everyone came out of the guardhouse carrying heavy boxes of ammunition without feeling tired.

  The guerrilla force, without an arsenal, without logistical supplies, could only rely on the rugged mountain roads, from Pakistan's side came weapons, and this road was often bombed by the Soviets, so they mostly had to obtain them through war booty.

  They fought guerrilla warfare, fighting and running, with few opportunities to sweep the battlefield. As a result, weapons and ammunition were always in short supply. This time, after taking down this outpost, everyone saw so much ammunition for the first time, and they didn't know how excited they should be.

  Apart from ammunition, the Soviets left food here, even military canteens were turned over by them, as if they were looting.

  Muhammad didn't have time to rummage through Kama's original loadout, but there were mortars inside, which was a big enough haul.

  In less than ten minutes, they had loaded all the useful things from the sentry post onto the truck. Then Muhamed started the engine and sped away.

  When the Soviets arrived here, what was left for them were corpses all over the ground and an empty guard post.

  Khawaja, sitting in the co-pilot's seat, couldn't help but whistle.

  Looking at Khwaja's appearance, Muhammad asked while driving: "Captain, what do you think of this operation?"

  "Very good, Mohammad, you are a master of guerrilla warfare and familiar with various weapon operations." Khwaja said: "Before meeting you, our troops were almost exhausted, that time we came to attack the Soviet tank was actually helpless, really did not expect, in your hands, we successfully fought such a beautiful battle, Almighty God, bless our Afghan guerrilla team win every battle!"

  Finally, after hearing Khwaja, Muhammad silently despised him in his heart and said: "I am a lieutenant instructor sent by Pakistan. I hope to get the full cooperation of this guerrilla team, fight stronger and stronger, and finally drive the Soviets out of Afghanistan."

  What Muhammad meant was very clear: he needed the real power to command this guerrilla force, that is, Khwaja, and also had to listen to his orders.

  After all, Muhammad's military rank was lieutenant, commanding a few hundred people is normal. Now this guerrilla team has only more than 30 people, his ability is enough.

  When Muhammad said that, Khwaja hesitated in his heart. After all, this guerrilla team was established by him, and now he wants to hand over the command to a brother from Pakistan. To be honest, he really didn't want to.

  It is better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix; this principle holds true everywhere.

  Muhammad just glanced at him with a corner of his eye and knew what Khwaja was thinking, couldn't help but mock him in his heart.

  Suddenly, his face turned solemn.

  In the rearview mirror, a bright spot appeared in the blue sky and white clouds!

  Are there many female deer in the Soviet Union? How did you just pull out a whistle and so quickly, the female deer flew up?

  No other choice, step on the gas and run! Muhanmad thought so, his foot exerted force, a strong push-back feeling came, the huge Kamas, burst out of power, speed increased, at the same time, it became more bumpy. PS: Thanks to book friend for the reward! Thanks to all friends for their voting support!