Chapter 27 This is Bait

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  "Colonel, those Soviets have left." Several mountain peaks away, Muhammad received the report.

  "What about those two infantry fighting vehicles?" Muhammad asked.

  "Still stay where you are." Aga said to Muhamed: "There is a group of people stationed there, they are government troops."

  Originally, Sa Ha had a long queue, but unfortunately, his queue was hit by a mortar shell and lost more than a dozen people, leaving less than ten people.

  "Sir, there are some good things on that infantry fighting vehicle." Dulaney said from the side: "There are shells inside, enough for us to make many roadside bombs, and there is a machine gun on top, and also anti-tank missiles!"

  The guerrilla forces have always lacked an effective means of attacking tanks, and this infantry fighting vehicle has a anti-tank missile launcher above the gun barrel that can launch Saggar anti-tank missiles. If these missiles were to fall into the hands of the guerrillas, it would be too easy for them to attack tanks.

  Dulani's face was filled with excitement as he spoke and gestured, but his brow furrowed slightly when he moved his shoulders.

  When running with a machine gun, although a wet cloth was padded, the machine gun was still too hot, as a result, his shoulder was scalded. Even so, he absolutely did not retreat, followed the instructor, and fought too happily.

  Muhammad looked at the people around him, when the Soviets gradually advanced, Muhammad changed tactics, leaving a part of the guerrilla to cover the villagers to retreat to deeper mountains, and the rest of the well-trained, fast-legged, and familiar terrain guerrillas came out to fight with him.

  Muhammad looked at the people around him, and almost everyone was eager to try, only Khwaja was still there, holding his sniper rifle, staring at the sky.

  "Khawaja, what do you think?" Muhammad asked Khawaja.

  Khawaja was the former leader of this guerrilla force and still is, only now the command has fallen into Muhammad's hands, Khawaja having stepped down to the position of sniper.

  "Now, hearing Muhammad's question, Khwaja said: 'Sir, I am completely at your command.'"

  "Khawaja, do you have any opinions on my command?" Upon hearing Khawaja's words, Muhammad couldn't help but furrow his brow.

  Upon hearing Muhammad's words, all the guerrilla fighters calmed down. If Khwaja was dissatisfied with Muhammad, it would mean that the guerrillas would face a split, which no one wanted to see.

  "Sir, we should have destroyed their fuel tanks during the first attack. The Soviet mechanized troops rely on those fuels, especially the tanks. Without fuel, they are just immobile iron blocks. However, our attacks avoided those fuel tanks this time, which is a mistake." Khwaja said.

  Khawaja's words immediately made the surrounding guerrilla fighters nod in agreement. If they had attacked the oil tanker from the beginning, the Soviets would have retreated and their side would have achieved a complete victory.

  Mohammad nodded at Khwaja's words: "So that's how it is, Khwaja. If we take out their oil tankers, what will happen?"

  "We drove out the accursed Soviets and protected our villagers, we were victorious!" Khwaja exclaimed.

  "Is it called victory when the Soviets are driven out?" Muhammad said: "The Soviets have been driven out, that's right, and our subsequent battles don't need to be fought. Herman, your mortar doesn't need to fire, nor do Durrani, Saka, Yaga, your machine guns don't need to fire, your automatic rifles don't need to fire, Khwaja, your sniper rifle is useless too. These Soviets just left with a swagger."

  Muhammad's words were calm, but in everyone's heart, they began to recall gradually. Indeed, it was easy for the Soviets to be driven away, but this way, our side couldn't fight any battles. Not fighting, not eliminating the Soviets, just driving them away, what kind of victory is that?

  "Commander, what is our battle objective this time?" Hervaja asked.

  "This time, the Soviets have entered the mountains to sweep us away. They think that with their superior military strength, they can crush us like lice. But we are not so easy to crush! This is our home turf, and we keep playing hide-and-seek with them in the mountains, making them exhausted and prone to mistakes. Meanwhile, we gradually eliminate their living forces. It's easy for the Soviets to come in, but wanting to leave? Ha! Ask the true master if he will let them go!"

  "Commander, I, Khwaja, admire you. Your tactics are the most brilliant and correct." Khwaja said: "Are we going back or not? You've already planned it out long ago."

  Looking at Khwaja's appearance, Muhammad knew that what Khwaja had just said was intentional, and he wanted to ask about his own plan. Anyway, he didn't have a plan to hide, guerrilla warfare is fought like this.

  "We'd better go back, just fell into the Soviet's trap." Muhammad said: "Those two infantry fighting vehicles have been scrapped by us. Even if the Soviets tow them back, they can only be used as scrap steel, no other value. And towing from Afghanistan to the Soviet Union is too costly, not worth it. The Soviets will definitely not do that."

  "Understood, instructor," Dulan said: "They only sent a company of government troops to guard there, just waiting for us to pass by. As soon as we pass by, the Soviet troops will surround us from all sides, and we won't be able to escape even if we want to."

  The government army's combat effectiveness is very low, and many of them will unconsciously flee after hearing the sound of gunfire. The government troops stationed there are just a decoy, making it easy for the guerrillas to fall into their trap.

  Those infantry fighting vehicles had only one ending, being blown up on the spot. Now that they haven't been blown up, it's because the Soviets wanted to use these two infantry fighting vehicles as bait, underestimating their own judgment too much.

  "We can't go." Khwaja also said: "The instructor is right, this is a conspiracy."

  "Not bad, can't go." The other guerrillas chimed in with agreement, seemingly forgetting that they had just been shouting one after another to go and retrieve the spoils of war.

  "No, we must go back," Muhammad said. "Since the Soviets have set a trap for us, we can't let the Soviets wait, and we will give the Soviets a big gift in return."

  Taking those several infantry fighting vehicles that were destroyed as the center, the surrounding terrain had all been gone through in Muhamed's mind. Muhamed had long since judged the Soviet's movement, and those well-modified roadside bombs were eagerly waiting to go into battle.

  The sweeping troops continued to advance, with treads and wheels raising dust, along the mountain road, advancing continuously.

  Those dozen or so government soldiers were left standing alone next to the abandoned armored vehicle, gazing after the departing troops, almost in despair.

  Slovich opened a military map inside the swaying T-62 tank, although it was clearly marked, but all were highways, and many small roads that only locals took were not marked, nor were various caves, which is also why they had to use guides.

  His eyes gazed at the map, his fingers gestured, and a road had already emerged.

  "Turn right at the next intersection, government troops are staying here," Slovich ordered.

  The truck behind stopped, and the government soldiers jumped off the vehicle, using the car as cover to build a single-man position. They didn't know why they were left here, only knowing that they had a mission to stay, and the battle to annihilate the guerrilla would start soon.

  The convoy continued to move forward, walking a few more kilometers of mountain roads. At another fork in the road, the Soviet car stopped, and another machine gun was left here. Their combat quality is even better, immediately occupying the surrounding hills and thoroughly blocking the surrounding area.

  In front, only tanks and armored vehicles continued to advance. Slevich looked at the map, a circle of encirclement had gradually formed with the two infantry fighting vehicles as the center. A cordon was set up nearby, two motorized infantry companies blocked the exits in that area, a tank company blocked the third exit, and then the infantry fighting vehicle quickly maneuvered back and forth to clean up, forming a perfect pocket. At this time, the guerrillas who couldn't hold back might have already reached the abandoned infantry fighting vehicles.

  Although Slovik wanted to deploy troops in the abandoned infantry fighting vehicle, the guerrillas were too cunning, and the surrounding mountains were bare and not conducive to concealment. If the guerrillas discovered them, they would definitely not take the bait. He had to detour and circle around a large area just to encircle the guerrillas, surround them, and then eliminate them!

  At the same time, he had already called for a helicopter from the rear base, and two more were on their way. The sky was guarded by helicopters, this time those guerrillas would definitely not escape!

  It was already noon, and the tank's interior was rumbling loudly. Slovich, wearing a tanker's helmet, felt a bit dizzy and took up his military canteen, lifted his head, and drank a big gulp.

  "Boom!" Just then, suddenly, the ground shook and a huge explosion sounded.

  With the explosion, one side of the track was blown off, and the drive wheel spun wildly, while the remaining track rapidly fell away.

  At the same time, the explosion stirred up a huge air wave. This air wave actually lifted one side of the heavy tank, and with a loud "boom", the vehicle flipped over 90 degrees.

  "Boom! Boom!" The explosions came one after another, and the sound was so loud that almost everyone was on the verge of fainting.

  "Boom." The hatch on the turret was opened, Slovich felt his internal organs aching all over, but he still used all his strength to crawl out of the overturned tank.

  "Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat-tat." On the side of the slope, bullets rained down like raindrops, Slovich cowered beside the tank, unable to move. PS: Thanks for the reward from Xianglong Emperor, thanks for the votes from all friends! (Great activity with prizes falling from the sky, cool phones waiting for you! Follow now~qdread WeChat public account, participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, follow qdread WeChat public account now!)