Chapter 23 Training Elite Troops

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  "What? Instructor Muhammad is dead?" As soon as they heard the news, all the guerrilla fighters stood up at once.

  Back at the base, they received new weapons and food. With these supplies, they were finally able to make a big move. The old Eifleld rifle could be discarded, and the Soviet AKM rifle was a good assault rifle. There were also mortars and heavy machine guns. These weapons gave them more confidence in battle.

  All this was given by the instructor, Instructor Muhammad, led them to victory after victory. This time, the instructor drove a truck to lure away the Soviets, and they prepared dinner in the base, waiting for the instructor to return together. Who knew that after waiting all night, nothing came, and after half a daybreak, until noon, Durani and Hamdi returned with bad news.

  Khawaja also felt a surge of anger in his heart, he looked at Durani's report, his eyes were red, his voice was shaking, and he knew it was true, the truck had fallen off the cliff, and no one was saved.

  "Captain, let's take out that sentry post and avenge our instructor!" Durrani said to Khwaja.

  There are two main outposts nearby, and last time they had already taken down one of them. This time, as long as they take down this outpost again, their guerrilla area will expand, connecting with several other guerrilla teams in the vicinity to form a vast guerrilla space.

  However, this outpost was much larger, with a whole battalion of Soviet troops stationed there. The Soviets also placed great importance on the outpost, which was equivalent to the northern gate of Jalalabad. If the outpost were to be taken down, the guerrillas would easily emerge from the mountains and rush straight into Jalalabad.

  This platoon is a heavily armed unit with powerful firepower, while our side only has twenty or so people, and it's simply impossible to take them down.

  "Captain, let's go avenge our instructor!" Hamdi also said: "The instructor sacrificed himself to cover us, even if we all die in battle, we must avenge the instructor!"

  "Yes, we Pashtuns have no cowards!" another man shouted.

  "Let's go take revenge on the instructor!" Everyone picked up their weapons and looked at Khwaja, waiting for his command.

  Khawaja felt a surge of hot blood rush to his head, he picked up his sniper rifle and said: "Let's go, we'll fight the Soviets, avenge our instructor!"

  "Revenge for our instructor!" Everyone picked up their weapons, Dulanani shouldered the heavy machine gun they had just captured, and they all walked out together.

  They all stopped after just a few steps.

  In front of the mountain slope, a man stood, with a white cloth wrapped around his head, from which fresh blood was constantly seeping out. His complexion was poor, with bloody threads in his eyes, and his footsteps were light and muddy.

  "Commander!" Dulanri shouted, he simply didn't dare believe his eyes.

  "What are you doing?" Muhammad asked.

  "Sir, we're here to avenge you," Hadim said.

  "Revenge?" Muhammad said: "I'm not dead yet, all of you go back!"

  Muhammad's voice was loud, and the guerrillas heard Muhammad's order and saw that Muhammad was unharmed, finally feeling at ease: "Yes, instructor."

  "Great true - God bless, Commander sir, you finally came back safely." Khwaja said to Muhammad: "This guerrilla force was able to harvest victory after victory under your leadership. Now, please allow me to formally hand over the command of this guerrilla force to you, and we will fully follow your command, including me, Khwaja - Udin."

  Muhammad nodded, this guerrilla team had finally accepted the command of this outsider, it was a good start.

  "We will fight bravely until we drive the Soviets out of our land." Khwaja said: "Sir, please give your orders."

  "For a temporary rest." Muhammad said: "This time, we captured many weapons in the battle. Let our team members familiarize themselves with the use of these weapons and take a short rest."

  Regroup? Khwaja looked at Muhammad, his mouth moved slightly, wanting to say something like we should continue fighting, but ultimately didn't say it.

  Since the instructor has given the order, there must be a reason for it.

  "Khadiem." Muhamaad shouted again: "Come here, I have a special task for you to do."

  Hadi was called over by Muhammad, behind everyone's back, and whispered some words to Hadi, who shook his body slightly before regaining composure, accepted the order, and hastily left the base.

  Looking at Hadem's back as he left, Khwaja was even more confused and couldn't understand what Muhammad was doing.

  "This time we have gained a lot." Muhammad said to everyone: "We captured the Soviet AKM automatic rifles, DshKM heavy machine guns, and 82-type mortars. Now, we need to train to operate these weapons skillfully, weapons are our lives, you will learn how to use the heavy machine gun as an anti-aircraft gun, easily shooting down the Soviet helicopters, and the 82-type mortar, this is an effective way for us to attack the Soviet solid fortifications."

  Muhammad looked at these guerrillas, their combat level was not high, many people were just good at shooting, the accuracy of shooting was very poor, although Khwaja was a famous sniper, the SVD sniper rifle in his hand did not fully play out the advantage of the weapon.

  Muhammad reached out and took an AKM rifle that one of the guerrillas was fiddling with.

  "Bang." Muhammad cocked the rifle, a bullet loaded, and facing the guerrilla fighters around him, Muhammad said: "The gun is our life. The state we want to achieve is man and gun as one."

  "Wow, wow." At this time, a crow flew over from above.

  Under the gaze of all the guerrillas, Muhammad held the gun body with his left hand and pulled the trigger with his right hand. His eyes didn't aim at a three-point line, nor did he aim at all, he just pulled the trigger.

  "Bang." With the sound of the gunshot, a bullet flew out of the barrel and the crow on top of his head fell from the sky.

  "This shot is simply awesome! Instantly, all the guerrilla members shouted: "Instructor, great!"

  Even if they hold their breath and focus, it's impossible to shoot down the crows flying in the sky so easily. At most, they can only hit a fixed target.

  Now, Muhammad is so casual and effortless, a common AKM rifle in his hands is simply divine, even Khwaja can't help but sigh in admiration, he has to carefully aim with that SVD sniper rifle.

  In the past, Muhammad had conquered them through his superior command and noble morals, but now he thoroughly won their respect in terms of specific tactical capabilities.

  Special forces from the afterlife, this level of accurate shooting is basic skills. In Muhammad's previous life, every member of his unit could do it, for example, cover their eyes, throw a beer bottle into the sky and then hit it with a rifle, that's basic skills.

  A gun is a person's life; if one cannot unite with his gun, he will be unable to survive on the battlefield.

  "Sniping is all about precise calculation." Muhammad said to Khwaja, "Sniping isn't just about the eyes, it's more about the brain. Khwaja, you have excellent sniping talent. During this period of time, I will intensify your training and you must master more sniping skills."

  "Yes." Khwaja replied almost without thinking.

  Muhammad thoroughly conquered this guerrilla, including the captain of the guerrilla, he would make this guerrilla of twenty people into an elite special warfare squad.

  Training unfolded in a fiery manner, after witnessing Muhammad's shooting skills, everyone wanted to reach the same level as Muhammad, only through strict training could they become excellent fighters.

  Khawaja was even more rigorous in his training, and under Muhammad's guidance, Khawaja came to realize that sniping was an art form, not just a matter of shooting with a gun. He learned how to find the right vantage point, how to conceal himself while also being able to retreat easily, how to camouflage himself, and how to take into account factors such as wind direction, sunlight, and even air pressure. Before, he could only guarantee hitting targets within 300 meters with his sniper rifle; now, he was confident of hitting targets at 800 or even 1,000 meters.

  M1938

  DShK heavy machine gun is a powerful weapon obtained by the guerrilla fighters. It can be disassembled and carried by two guerrilla warriors, and when mounted on a tripod, it becomes a deadly killing machine that spews out fiery rage. Durrani proudly became a machine gunner, although he couldn't fire live ammunition, he practiced aiming every day in front of the machine gun, especially how to eliminate targets in the sky through the sight.

  At the same time, in recent days, there have been continuous arrivals of young men from nearby villages to join the cause. Muhammad selected more than 20 excellent young men from among them, and the guerrilla team expanded to over 50 people.

  Our strength has gradually become stronger, every guerrilla member is full of energy, this time we will definitely make a big move!

  The scorching sun shines on the earth, and even the wind blowing from the mountains becomes hot air. Summer in Afghanistan's mountainous areas is also unbearably sweltering.

  A bearded young Afghan man was running swiftly along the mountain road, sweat constantly dripping from his head, and his long robe on his back was soaked through. He still didn't dare to stop, with wind under his feet, he ran rapidly along the mountain road.

  At last, he ran to the mountain valley with exhaustion, and a cold voice came from above: "Halt, who goes there?"

  "It's me, Hadem." Hadem looked at the sentry holding an AKM rifle, a stranger he had never seen before in the guerrilla: "I have urgent information and I need to see Instructor Muhammad."