Chapter Fifteen: Playing with Airplanes

  "A truck has been spotted." Under the giant five-bladed propeller, a doe deer opened its own antlers, the gunner operating in front, sitting in a position that was more forward, saw the car below.

  Upon hearing his words, the pilot behind him immediately pushed the control stick forward, with the doe's head pointing forward as it flew forward. The weapon racks on both sides were fully loaded with rocket launchers.

  This armed helicopter came in an emergency after receiving the news that the convoy was ambushed, and at the same time, soldiers from several nearby outposts also gathered and were heading here.

  At the foot of a hill, they found the convoy that had been attacked. The fire was still burning and the large crater on the ground showed that the convoy had been hit by a bomb.

  They were patrolling nearby and as a result, they found that on the distant road, a truck was running wildly.

  They immediately chased after him.

  The engine on the roof was shaking violently, emitting a huge roar, which could be felt even in the cockpit. The gunner in the front row swallowed his saliva and now he clearly saw that it was a Kamaz double-row truck, exactly the transport convoy's truck!

  There must be a problem! Is this truck alone, lost its way, or is there another situation? The pilots behind also saw it and immediately said: "We'll fly over and let the car stop first."

  After all, they can't directly open fire on this car. What if the people inside are their own? If they open fire, they might mistakenly hurt their own people. And if it's a guerrilla team, they absolutely cannot let them go, especially if it's the guerrilla team that ambushed their convoy. At that time, just a few rocket shots will be enough to take out these despicable enemies.

  First of all, get this car to stop, if the other party doesn't stop, it must be a guerrilla!

  A helicopter in the sky, forcing the car in front to stop, is simply too easy.

  Unfortunately, there is no loudspeaker on the helicopter, otherwise, it would be possible to shout directly at this time.

  The distance was getting closer and closer, at this time, the car on the ground did not slow down, but instead sped up.

  There must be something wrong with this car!

  The pilot pressed his fingers onto the buttons on the control stick and then pulled up the nose of the plane and pressed the button.

  As he pressed the trigger, the doe's lower jaw, a 12.7mm "Kirtling" machine gun, began to roar and spit out flames.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat." With the machine gun firing, it hit a large tree more than twenty meters away from the car on an empty lot, which was severely damaged and began to sway before falling.

  The female deer has many weapons, the rocket launchers on both sides and other weapons are launched by the weapon operation hand, while this machine gun under the head is a weapon that can be operated by the pilot.

  A 12.7mm caliber machine gun may not be as powerful as a cannon, but firing in front of them serves as enough warning.

  "The tree in front is going to fall down." Khwaja exclaimed anxiously in the driver's cabin.

  The helicopter behind is the biggest threat to them, but at this time, they have no other way except sitting in the car and waiting.

  The helicopter pilot was very cunning and actually broke off the trees in front of them.

  Muhammad's eyes were fixed tightly on the tree, at this time, he had no choice but to stop, if they wanted to run away, even the female deer didn't need a rocket launcher, just a machine gun could take them all down.

  Go for it, step on it! Muhammad's foot had already floored the accelerator, and the engine behind him let out a deafening roar. The whole car seemed to be shaking like a young girl being violently shaken by several strong men.

  The front of the car is gone, the body of the car is also gone, a big tree sweeps across the back of the truck and crushes the cargo compartment, then with a loud crash, it falls to the ground.

  From the rearview mirror, Muhammad saw this scene and secretly congratulated himself.

  If it was one second later, the truck would have been cut in half and the brothers in the back compartment would probably have become meat pies. As for himself, he probably wouldn't have escaped either.

  Charge, keep charging, there's no other choice left.

  In the rear cargo compartment, Durrani took out the captured machine gun during the bumpy ride, set it up at the tailgate, and then swept it across the sky.

  "Death to the Soviets!" Durrani shouted loudly, at this time, he was fearless.

  Is it useful? This is not a machine gun, although the caliber is sufficient. To sweep this doe, you need to have very good luck, unfortunately, Duranni's luck has always been very bad.

  Muhammad heard the gunfire and Durrani's cries from behind.

  However, as soon as Durrani opened fire, that helicopter suddenly rose high and disappeared from the rearview mirror.

  Has it left? Muhammad is not so naive, he naturally knows that it's not leaving. Instead, it will first pull up high, dodge the sudden burst of machine gun fire, and then when that doe makes a beautiful turn and comes down again, I'm afraid it'll be greeted by the rocket shells on the side rack. The ground will be a sea of flames, this Kamaz won't last at all.

  What to do? Stopping is courting death, going on is also courting death.

  Muhammad was thinking, suddenly, his eyes swept to the side of the road, in that dense forest, there seemed to be a gap, which could accommodate this Kamaz to pass through.

  "Hold steady!" Muhammad yelled, his right foot coming off the accelerator and slamming down on the brake pedal.

  "Whoa!" With a hiss of compressed air, the force of the brake pedal was transmitted to the six massive tires, and in the friction of the brake pads, the entire truck, like an unbridled wild horse being held back by a strongman, suddenly decelerated.

  Although Muhammad shouted loudly, the people in the car were caught off guard. After all, they had not received such training. Suddenly, a cry of "ah yo" came from the back compartment.

  This sudden and unguarded cry, though uttered in different languages, yet bears a striking resemblance in tone and sound.

  Muhammad was not in the mood to care about these things, and at the same time he had already deftly removed the gearshift from its position with his right hand, and without stepping on the clutch pedal, he shifted into low gear, as smooth as a cloud flowing across the sky. Then, both hands turned the steering wheel, and amidst the sound of the tires screeching against the ground, the heavy Camaro began to make a big turn.

  The outer wheels almost flew off due to centrifugal force, Muhammad stared straight ahead, and the massive Kamaz, amidst the vibrations caused by driving off the roadbed, entered this forest.

  Even if it were a tank, entering this terrain would be very difficult. If it got stuck, it would be impossible to move forward. Muhammad's body shook with the vehicle as his two hands turned the steering wheel back and forth non-stop. The Kamaz was like a snake, drilling into the forest, deeper and deeper.

  The truck's volume is very large, in the forest without roads, it will be blocked by trees at any time and cannot move forward.

  The sound of breaking branches kept coming, although Khamas was not high, the low-hanging branches above were knocked down one after another, hitting the truck with a loud noise, and many branches were also broken off and crushed under the wide tires.

  "Screech!" Muhammad finally slammed on the brakes. In front of him, the forest completely blocked his way, there was no road anymore.

  Muhammad was lucky that such a huge truck had gone into the woods for 100 meters before it finally ran out of road.

  Although the leaves on top are not very lush, since the truck itself is camouflage-colored, it's still not easy to spot from above.

  However, Muhamaad did not hesitate. He knew that the doe would come back and find her truck missing, and she would guess that it was hidden in this forest. At that time, all the doe had to do was to pour all the rocket shells hung under her wings into here, and the entire forest would be blown to smithereens.

  "Quickly, everyone get off the vehicle and pick up your weapons! Those with machine guns, grab them; those without, use automatic rifles." Muhammad said as he opened the car door and jumped out of the driver's cabin.

  Hwaja, who was sitting beside him, had just been driven wildly by Muhammad and was feeling a bit nauseous. Even someone who never got carsick couldn't withstand such bumpy ride.

  Upon hearing Muhammad's words, Khwaja didn't hesitate and put aside the SVD sniper rifle he had always cherished. He picked up an AK-74 from behind, which was just captured from the Soviets.

  In the back cargo compartment, the guerrilla fighters who were tossed about like rag dolls had not yet regained their senses when Muhammad ran to the rear and anxiously shouted: "Quickly, quickly, quickly, all of you get down."

  Seeing these guys hadn't reacted yet, Muhammad pulled down one of them who was closest to him with a single tug.

  "Come down, pick up your weapon and follow me!" Muhammad dragged the guy down and also picked up the AKM rifle that had been thrown to one side.

  At this time, the people inside finally reacted. Dulanani hugged the captured heavy machine gun and got off the truck second.

  The rest of the guerrillas also came down one by one.

  Khawaja also arrived at the back of the car, watching Muhammad anxiously let these team members get off the bus. Some team members had bruises on their faces, apparently just bumped during the bumpy ride. At this time, Khawaja finally came to his senses and wondered why he listened to Muhammad's words just now?

  Seeing Muhammad so anxious, Khwaja still asked: "What are we going to do now?"

  The car can't move anymore, are we going to run back like this? The car won't make it back, and the spoils of war in the car can't be taken back either. If that's the case, then this battle was fought in vain.

  "We're going to catch a plane, hurry up, there's no time left." Muhammad said, and then without waiting for everyone to get off the bus, he said again: "Follow me, quick!"