Chapter 26: Three Infantry Fighting Vehicles

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  "Sir, those Soviets are coming." Hiding behind a hill, looking at the armored vehicles rumbling over, the turret occasionally rotating, apparently searching for their own tracks, Durrani couldn't help but say to Muhammad.

  Originally, Muhammad adopted the standard guerrilla tactics, hit and run, constantly harassing, making them restless, ultimately exhausting themselves, constantly consuming the Soviet Union's living forces. The Afghans fought for their own country, sacrificing if they had to, while the Soviets lost one, it was a huge compensation, and the wounded also needed to be treated in the rear, arranged work after retirement, which would cause great financial burden on the Soviet Union, and the Soviet Union collapsed because of this.

  But now, unexpectedly, the Soviets have adopted this taboo tactic of dividing their forces and sent these three armored vehicles over, which has given our side an opportunity.

  It's been a long time since we had a good fight, now that it's delivered to our doorstep, why not take it! Muhammad gazed at the armored vehicles advancing along the rugged mountain road in the darkness, and his side was at an advantageous position, which was a good place to ambush them.

  "Go ahead, there's an ambush up front," Muhammad said.

  The BMP infantry fighting vehicle is moving steadily through the mountains, despite the rugged road ahead. Compared to tanks, it has a significant advantage in terms of weight, with a 300-horsepower engine driving a 13-ton armored vehicle, providing ample power reserves. If needed, it can even climb straight up a mountain peak.

  Along the mountain road, he continued to search forward, and Polkovnik Khoklov's mind became more and more puzzled. He didn't see half an Afghan, this was their territory, they were like fish in water here, while he himself was advancing recklessly, especially now, in the darkness, there were too many unknown factors.

  At this time, the sky in the east had gradually turned white, and dawn was about to arrive.

  Can't charge anymore, retreat and gather with the main force! Thinking of this, Khokhlov shouted in the wireless: "Search ended, no guerrilla traces found, stop advancing, return."

  "Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat-tat." Just then, suddenly, from the high ground on both sides, the sound of machine gun fire rang out, a terrifying sound, that of large-caliber 12.7mm heavy machine guns!

  With the sound of machine guns, bullets poured onto the side of the BMP infantry fighting vehicle. In an instant, the weak armor on the side could not withstand the shooting and was shot out with holes one by one.

  The bullet that pierced the steel plate entered the crew compartment, and immediately someone in the infantry squad being transported behind let out a blood-curdling scream.

  When hit by a 12.7mm machine gun bullet, the wound will have a large cavity, especially after passing through steel plate, the stability of the bullet becomes worse, and it starts to tumble when entering the body, and when the bullet comes out from the other side of the body, it will even blow open a big hole.

  Blood splattered everywhere, flesh flew in all directions, and Soviet soldiers in the infantry compartment screamed in agony.

  "Quickly, disembark!" Khokhlov shouted as he opened the hatch and climbed out from the top. The rear door also opened simultaneously, and the surviving Soviet soldiers jumped down quickly from behind.

  Dulan Ni calmly hooked the trigger with his index finger, and the M1938 DShK heavy machine gun in front of him emitted a rhythmic tremor. Bullets flew out from the muzzle, carrying great power, towards the infantry fighting vehicle on the opposite side.

  The previous few bullets deviated from the vehicle body and flew to the ground beside, he slightly adjusted the angle, and the subsequent bullets hit the armored vehicle's body. The 12.7mm bullet easily tore open the armor of this armored vehicle, making Dulan more confident.

  At the same time, the infantry fighting vehicle across from him rotated its turret, turning it in the direction of Durrani's machine gun position. The barrel began to rise slowly, and was about to fire at him.

  "Russians, go to hell!" Durrani shouted back, though the enemy was about to open fire and he didn't retreat. The heavy machine gun was too heavy, one person couldn't move it, if he ran away, leaving the heavy machine gun would be destroyed by the enemy.

  The cartridge case flew out continuously from one side of the machine gun, bullets rained down on the infantry fighting vehicle on the opposite side, Duranni's eyes were filled with anger, at this moment, he remembered his deceased loved ones, these Soviet devils, these invaders, all deserved to die!

  "Boom!" Just as the turret across from them turned around, wanting to fire, suddenly a flame burst out of the armored vehicle, followed by an explosion. The bullets that had been continuously shot into the armored vehicle had riddled it with holes, finally detonating the 73mm grenade inside.

  "Shoot those Soviets getting off the truck!" Muhammad shouted, seeing clearly that Soviet infantrymen were emerging from inside and taking cover behind some rocks to prepare for an attack on them. Moreover, with the sound of gunfire, the Soviet reinforcements would also arrive soon, leaving them little time.

  "Bang." A bullet flew in, hitting Duranni's machine gun, sparks flying everywhere. Duranni wasn't afraid at all, but rather worried if the heavy machine gun was damaged or not. He turned the machine gun towards the direction of the incoming bullets and fired back.

  A Soviet soldier who had just poked his head out from behind a rock, fired a three-shot burst, and was about to pull his head back when the avenging bullet flew in, striking him with a loud crack, blowing his brains out in all directions. His lower body remained frozen in the shooting position, motionless.

  Khawaja crouched on a hilltop, calmly aiming and firing, each shot taking away a precious life. The three infantry platoons had already lost half their men when they jumped off the armored vehicle, now they were surrounded by guerrilla fighters who rained down blows, causing heavy casualties. Only four or five soldiers hid behind a large boulder, not daring to show their heads.

  "Withdraw." Muhammad said.

  In the distance, a rumbling sound had already begun, and the Soviet reinforcements reacted quickly, following in just over ten minutes.

  The heavy machine gun was quickly disassembled, Duranni slung a wet cloth over his shoulder, shouldered the hot barrel and took off in a cloud of dust.

  The rest of them followed and slipped away along the small path. Within a minute, nothing was left except for shell casings.

  Khokhlov lay under the stone, just now, a bullet hit his cap band, the steel helmet did not block the bullet, and the bullet still passed through the cap band and shot into his eyes. This eye was already blind, the only advantage is that it did not hurt the back of the brain, nor was it blown up like others, he was still alive.

  Three armored vehicles, one was blown up, two were riddled with bullets, the drivers died in their seats, the engines were damaged, coolant spilled all over the ground, lost power, the turret on top couldn't rotate, let alone fire, even if it could fire, it would be useless, the bullets came too fiercely, just look at the bullet holes outside, you can tell that there won't be anyone alive inside.

  The ground shook and a T-62 appeared in their line of sight, their own reinforcements had arrived.

  The Afghan government army formed a scattered line, surging up the slopes on both sides, saw those leftover shells, the traces of the machine gun position, and they couldn't help but be shocked. This is a powerful 12.7mm heavy machine gun! When did the Afghan guerrillas have such weapons?

  The guerrillas had fled, and this time the Afghan government troops thoroughly occupied the four-sided mountain slope, absolutely safe. Slovich emerged from the tank, after ordering three infantry fighting vehicles to pursue, he had a bad feeling, it was not suitable to send people to chase in the dark. At this time, calling again with wireless telegraphy, these three infantry fighting vehicles were no longer responding, in the mountains, radio signals often disappear inexplicably.

  He led a large army and followed all the way. Who knew that after getting close, they heard the sound of gunfire, accelerated, and rushed over! When they arrived, the battle had already ended.

  Three infantry fighting vehicles, one still burning, the other two riddled with holes, gazed at Khokhlov, whose eyes were still bleeding. In Slovich's eyes, a spark of anger flashed.

  "Afghan guerrillas, they will pay for this!" Slovich slammed his fist on the ruined infantry fighting vehicle.

  "Saha, you lead on and make sure to find the partisans' hideout!" Slovich said to Saha.

  Wearing the government army uniform, Saha looked at Slovic who was furious and asked if he should go find the guerrilla's hiding place? These people were elusive and had already changed places, they themselves didn't know where they were! Although familiar with the terrain here, after all, not a member of the guerrilla.

  Slovich didn't blame himself yesterday when he made a mistake, but if he makes another one today, Slovich will not forgive himself no matter what.

  What to do? Sahar's forehead broke out in cold sweat, this time can't make another mistake, oneself also didn't have confidence... simply...

  "He said to Slovich, 'Respected Captain, the guerrillas have always been short of ammunition. They ambushed us mainly to seize our ammunition. We have two infantry fighting vehicles that were destroyed here, with ammunition, machine guns and anti-tank missiles on them. If we don't destroy these two tanks, those guerrillas will definitely come back for them. Just now, we arrived too quickly, they didn't have time to take these weapons.'"

  Saha finished speaking, looking at Slovich, hoping he could understand his meaning. If Slovich still insisted on his original opinion, then Saha could also take them to continue wandering in the mountains.

  Slovich didn't look at him, gazing around at the undulating mountains, gazing at the rising red sun in the east. This was a terrain that had been giving them headaches - the Soviet army's combat objective had always been the plains of Western Europe, where rolling waves of steel could advance. The mountains here seriously impeded the actions of this mechanized force.

  The guerrilla fighters are in their element in these mountains; if you want to wipe them out, you'll have to rely on the Afghans.

  "Saha, you stay here with your squad," Slovich said. "All mechanized units, continue to advance."

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