Chapter Twenty-Five: Sneak Attack

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  "Boom! Boom!" Several shells, with an arc, came out of the infantry fighting vehicle's barrel and accurately hit the front mountain top.

  The T-62 tank's elevation was insufficient and could only watch, but not hit, only the 73mm low-pressure smoothbore cannon of the infantry fighting vehicle could fire.

  A thick smoke enveloped the mountain top, with shattered rocks flying everywhere due to cannon fire. Not to mention humans, even a bird could not survive in this hail of gunfire.

  To protect this place, Slovich deployed armored vehicles around it, letting Soviet soldiers guard the left and right sides, and even having government army soldiers climb to the top of both sides of the mountain. However, the hill in front was missed, which is very far away and should be no problem.

  As a result, there were just vicious guerrillas hiding there, one thousand five hundred meters away, how did they do it? Slovich looked at his bleeding arm, which was quickly bandaged by the medical soldier in the team, with anger in his eyes.

  Since there are snipers from the guerrilla force, then the guerrilla force must be hiding nearby!

  "Search the surrounding hills!" Slovitch yelled: "Stop refueling, get up on that high ground ahead!"

  The tanks were rumbling along, having been ambushed, the whole army was filled with a sense of depression, they had to fight, to wipe out the guerrillas!

  "Saha, you are most familiar with the terrain here." Slovich called over a government army platoon leader and said to him: "Do you know where the guerrilla's main base is?"

  Listening to Slevitch's words, Sakha nodded hastily: "I know that in the past few days, I have thought about the terrain around us. If we move forward another fifty miles, there is a place with a terrain that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, which is most suitable as a base for our guerrilla team."

  "Bring your squad and lead the way up front," Slovic said.

  Take the lead? Sa Ha's heart skipped a beat, this was using himself as cannon fodder, that sniper was too terrifying, he would likely become a martyr if he charged forward.

  However, there was no choice for himself, if he didn't listen to this Soviet's command, the other side would unceremoniously shoot him.

  "Yes." Saha said: "Three rows, follow me."

  A Kamaz truck drove to the front, Sakha got on the car, and there were three rows of people in the carriage. He sat into the driver's cab, and the truck went forward along the mountain road.

  Fifty li, the mountain road that bounces and shakes takes more than two hours to walk. Along the way, the timid Sa Ha did not hear a single gunshot and did not encounter any ambushes.

  Maybe it's because the guerrillas left and this time the Soviets came in such large numbers that they were definitely scared.

  The truck stopped in front of a narrow mountain path, Sakha jumped out and said to Slovich in the tank behind: "Report to the battalion commander, we can't drive forward, we have to march on foot, about five kilometers left."

  Impatient Slovitch sent two platoons of Soviet soldiers with Sakha along the mountain path.

  The rugged mountain road made the soldiers a long snake that was most vulnerable to ambush, and on this kind of road, the advantage of numbers would be greatly offset.

  Saha was uneasy in his heart, although he walked in the middle of the team, but after encountering the guerrilla, Saha, such a traitor, must be the primary target of the guerrilla. After knowing that he had exposed himself in the village, he didn't dare to return to the village again.

  After walking for half an hour on a five-li road, when they arrived at the natural cave, the Soviet soldiers behind them quietly passed by.

  The combat effectiveness of these government soldiers is too poor. Soviet soldiers would rather take matters into their own hands than have these government soldiers mess things up.

  Two fragmentation grenades were thrown in.

  "Boom! Boom!" Two loud explosions, air waves burst out of the cave entrance.

  After the air wave burst out, the Soviet soldiers on both sides rushed into the cave entrance, and their submachine guns fired a burst of bullets.

  "Bang bang, bang bang bang."

  "Cease fire, cease fire!" a squad leader yelled, shining his tactical flashlight around, illuminating nothing but an ordinary cave.

  He gave Sakha a fierce look, holstered his gun and walked out.

  After bustling about for several hours, searching a useless cave, his gaze was as if it could kill Sasha.

  Saha's heart skipped a beat and his eyelids started twitching.

  I heard before that there were guerrillas in this cave, they must have all escaped, yes, they must have all escaped!

  The sky slowly darkened, and the sweeping troops had entered the deep mountains. Tonight, they won't be able to return.

  Occupying a high ground, the armored vehicles and tanks were arranged in a ring shape, and sufficient sentries were posted. Slovich finally felt at ease and fell asleep inside the tank.

  They came to sweep the guerrillas, but after the guerrillas discovered them, they had already escaped. The guerrillas would never fight back hard, and this mission will probably end in failure.

  No way, since we've come out, we must bring back some military achievements. If not... then sweep through a few villages! Catch some local Afghans, pretend they're guerrillas and kill them, then report it up. This battalion commander will definitely be promoted again! Taking risks to come out here, how can we not achieve something?

  The night is getting darker and darker.

  The sentry who was on duty also slowly yawned, they were all tired after being busy for a whole day.

  They didn't see several figures appearing on one side of the foot of the mountain.

  In the 1980s, night vision devices had not yet become widespread, especially among Soviet troops, which gave Mohammed more room for maneuver.

  Herman and two or three other guerrillas followed Muhamed here quietly.

  Muhammad made a skilled gesture and these guerrillas quickly assembled the things they were carrying on the ground.

  Base plate, gun carriage, barrel, in just over ten seconds, the 82mm mortar stood upright on the ground.

  Herman quickly adjusted the gun mount, now firing at maximum range required the barrel to be elevated to forty-five degrees.

  The mortar shells were precious, Herman had been practicing all along, but live firing was a first.

  In the distance, the Soviets were curled up and sleeping soundly.

  Herman nodded once more and made a gesture towards Muhamed.

  Herman then picked up a shell next to him and listened as Muhamed said "Fire!"

  An 82mm shell slid into the barrel under gravity, and several people immediately covered their ears with one side of their body.

  "Boom." The shell fell to the bottom, struck the firing pin, and shot out of the barrel. As the gases rushed out of the barrel, a tremendous roar was produced.

  Herman swiftly picked up a second shell and at Muhhamad's command, slid it back into the cannon.

  At this time, the first shell had not yet reached its highest point when the second shell was fired. Only two shells were fired before Muhammad waved his hand: "Withdraw!"

  The mortar was quickly dismantled, they carried the mortar and disappeared quickly in the darkness, at that time, the two shells had just fallen into the Soviet team.

  "Boom!" A shell came crashing down from the sky and landed right on top of a truck.

  With a loud rumble, the earth shook violently, and the drowsy soldiers lying on the ground felt an enormous force transmitted through the ground, pounding their abdomens, almost spewing out blood.

  A huge fireball formed and the truck immediately caught fire under the impact of the shell.

  "Enemy attack! Alarm!" At this time, everyone reacted and picked up their own weapons. Before they could find the location of the enemy, a second shell landed among them.

  This one landed right in the middle of a group of Afghan government soldiers who had just opened their eyes, the shell landed, and with the explosion, countless shrapnel flew horizontally, the people closest to the explosion center, blood and flesh flew, limbs were blown into the air by the airflow, and then fell back down.

  Saha crouched under a truck, hugging his head, and had rolled under the truck just as the first shell landed. The shrapnel hit the body of the truck with loud clangs, and to his surprise he found that he hadn't been hit by any of it.

  The Afghan soldiers who were just bombed were all from his company, which was already undermanned. Now, suddenly there are more than a dozen fewer people, and he will have to be demoted from platoon leader to squad leader.

  "What's going on?" Slovich yelled into the radio, unsure of the situation outside and afraid to exit the tank again.

  "We were hit by two mortar shells, lost over a dozen men and one truck." The radio crackled with the response.

  Two mortar shells? Afghan guerrillas, when did you become so rich? Even have mortars?

  "Machine guns, deploy one platoon, pursue immediately!" Slovich shouted: "Don't let the guerrillas get away!"

  Three infantry fighting vehicles rumbled to life, speeding past the truck formation and through the panicked Afghan soldiers into the dark night in pursuit.

  When the shells were coming, the company commander of the mechanized infantry battalion judged the position where the shells were fired through the trajectory of the shells. After receiving the order, he immediately set out.

  There were only small roads, not suitable for armored vehicles to pass through! Zaha thought in her heart, but during the day, guiding the guerrilla team's array failed, she had no right to speak, and could only watch those armored vehicles disappear into the darkness.

  In combat, if an armored vehicle turns on its headlights, it's asking to be killed. So these armored vehicles were all advancing in the dark, and despite the rugged road conditions, they were still able to drive accurately thanks to their crude night vision systems.

  On the right side of the turret is an infrared searchlight, which is invisible to the naked eye. When the light shines on objects in front, it reflects back and is detected by the observer's periscope, also a standard equipment for Soviet military at that time.

  Khokhlov peered intently through the observation mirror, ready to annihilate those accursed guerrillas as soon as he spotted them. Those scoundrels had actually dared to launch a sneak attack on their own side with mortars! (Great activity, cool mobile phones are waiting for you! Follow ~ point / public account (add WeChat friends - add public account - enter qdread), participate immediately! Everyone has prizes, now follow the qdread WeChat public account!)