Chapter 28: Enormous Power

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  In the initial battles, Muhammad captured thirty tank grenades, which were converted into roadside bombs with enormous power. Just one of them could flip an armored vehicle when it exploded under its belly.

  Now, in order to deal with tanks, Muhammad placed two grenades together, spaced 20 meters apart and buried them. This was just the right distance for Soviet tanks to pass through. In this way, he set up more than a dozen roadside bombs.

  When the Soviets first entered the mountains, Muhammad did not do so because at that time it was not known what route the Soviets would take, and there were many roads into the mountains. The Soviets also had local guides, Sakha being familiar with the terrain, who could help them find more suitable roads.

  Now, when the Soviets left infantry tanks as bait, Muhhamed knew that the next move of the Soviets would definitely be to build a circle around this place and wait for their own side to jump in, at which point they would be crushed by the enemy's superior forces.

  Especially after learning the direction of the Soviet action, Muhamed determined the route of the Soviets and buried roadside bombs in advance, waiting for the Soviets to come over.

  The deployment was very hasty, from a professional point of view, there were many loopholes. If it were the US military that had been fighting in Afghanistan for several years later on, they would have definitely found weaknesses, but these Soviets were completely unguarded.

  The Soviet tactics were too rigid and inflexible, they spent years learning how to fight in mountainous terrain, realizing that tanks were useless and infantry coordination was more important. Now, relying solely on tank troops to advance in the mountains is simply suicidal.

  Watching those tanks slowly advancing into the roadside bombs, Muhammad sighed at the stupidity of the Soviets in his heart, they acted completely according to their own guesses.

  After all the tanks had entered the roadside bombs, Muhammad gently pressed the electric button, and those connected roadside bombs were instantly detonated.

  A massive explosion erupted from the ground, a fierce fire from hell, the roadside bomb was planted in just the right position, all the tanks were destroyed in the blast, some were overturned, their gun barrels bent from the impact, others were blown off course, only blowing off the tracks, the people inside also suffered the shock, being blown unconscious.

  The two infantry fighting vehicles following closely behind were also destroyed.

  The scene after the explosion was so spectacular, but Muhammad was still a bit dissatisfied. If there were enough roadside bombs buried, the infantry fighting vehicles behind would also be destroyed together.

  Only five infantry fighting vehicles were left, and after a brief hesitation following the explosion, they discovered a guerrilla force on a hillside. The few infantry fighting vehicles accelerated and charged up the hill.

  As the infantry fighting vehicles rushed towards Muhammad and others, Durrani swallowed his saliva on the other side of the mountain: "Soviets, let you know the power of our guerrillas!"

  The newly set up heavy machine gun, Duranni pulled the trigger and fired steadily.

  "Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat." With Dulaney's index finger moving rapidly, the bullets flew by.

  A skilled machine gunner will not use continuous fire, which wastes bullets and is also ineffective. Three-round bursts are the most suitable way.

  Dulani became more familiar with the use of the machine gun after the morning battle, as if it were a part of his body, pointing wherever he wanted to shoot.

  Moreover, Durrani also knew the weaknesses of these infantry fighting vehicles - their front engines!

  Several bullets ripped through the infantry fighting vehicle's armor and into the engine, which let out a few deafening roars before coming to a stop.

  The other two heavy machine guns also fired bullets, and the five infantry tanks were completely destroyed, just like the infantry tank in the morning.

  The soldiers inside crawled out of the vehicle and faced another hail of bullets.

  In terms of numbers, the guerrilla force was still at a disadvantage, but the Soviets were caught off guard and were extremely passive, while Mukhamed's guerrilla force occupied the high ground, with great momentum.

  There was half an hour's time, enough for Muhammad to clear out all the Soviets here and take away the spoils of war. Unfortunately, the battle had only been going on for two minutes when Muhammad's face changed color.

  A rumbling sound came from the distant sky.

  "Retreat at once," Muhammad said.

  The Soviet advantage was too great, with advanced weapons on the ground and helicopters that could appear overhead at any time.

  Upon hearing Muhammad's command, all the guerrilla fighters immediately put away their weapons and retreated quickly. During the raid, they had already chosen a safe route for withdrawal. They ran into another valley and hid in the narrow paths.

  The battle was over, and Slovich stood up from the side of the overturned tank, looking at his own tanks, all of which were battered and bruised. Only two had suffered relatively light damage and could be repaired for reuse; the rest were beyond repair.

  The tank soldiers crawled out of the tank, holding short AK-74 rifles, and the recent battle made them very nervous.

  Inside the tank, a bloody smell, not everyone came out alive, many tankers were shocked and suffered internal injuries, vomiting blood to death.

  The opponent had at most thirty-odd guerrilla fighters! Just now, although Slovich didn't dare to stick his head out, he could also infer from the sound of gunfire that there were three heavy machine guns, two light machine guns, more than a dozen automatic rifles, and even sniper rifles mixed in. What kind of guerrillas are these? The firepower is so fierce! Especially with these landmines, looking at the big holes blown out on the ground, Slovich felt that he was still alive, it was truly too lucky.

  More than 20 Soviet troops were killed, more than 50 wounded, and all tanks lost. This sweep had only been going on for the second day, and it was almost declared a failure.

  Are we going back like this? No way, absolutely not! Slovich gritted his teeth: "Tank regiment, repair tanks here. Mechanized infantry regiment, follow me! Motorized infantry regiment, government army, assemble here!"

  Pursue and catch up with those guerrilla remnants! Now, there are our helicopters in the sky, those despicable Afghan guerrillas will absolutely not be able to escape!

  Slovich grabbed an AK-74 rifle and led more than thirty Soviet soldiers in pursuit.

  Others came to Afghanistan because of military orders, as they were people from the 40th Army and followed Moscow's command to come to Afghanistan for battle. Those with backstage support at high levels had even been transferred ahead of time, leaving only Sidorovich, who was transferred into the 40th Army and entered Afghanistan after continuously submitting reports following the outbreak of war.

  Slovich was born into a military family, his father had participated in World War II, he admired his own father, unfortunately after entering the troops, it was always the Cold War and there was no fight, now Afghanistan has battles, the hot blood in his body is boiling, he wants to fight, he wants to show his value on the battlefield!

  Unfortunately, this time the sweep did not take down a single guerrilla, but he himself suffered such heavy losses. The wound on his arm began to bleed again, and he didn't feel any pain, only anger!

  "Our casualties are not small." In the sky, a female pilot of an F-16 saw everything on the ground, where it seemed like a tank battle had taken place, with over a dozen tanks and armored vehicles losing combat effectiveness.

  "At three o'clock direction, several guerrillas have entered the valley," said the gunner in the front cabin.

  "We're going to get revenge for Slovich." The pilot pushed the cyclic stick forward, and the helicopter headed towards the valley on their right.

  Everywhere are yellowish-gray hills, although there is no dense forest, it is very difficult to observe.

  The few guerrilla fighters who had just escaped have already disappeared.

  The doe's pilot dropped altitude, banking back around from the other side of the valley, continuing the search.

  "Hey, Tveef, watch it, don't fly too low, remember the helicopter we lost a few days ago." The gunner warned immediately.

  Afghan guerrillas did not have an effective means of countering helicopters, but when they flew into their dense fields of fire, the aircraft were still in danger.

  "Don't worry, I'm ready, Slok, rocket pods at the ready," the pilot said.

  As they flew over just now, the pilots observed that there was a cave in the valley, and those guerrillas might have gone into the cave.

  The helicopter flew low, the airflow stirred up by the rotor almost blew to the ground, just as the helicopter was flying over, a piece of land on the mountain slope suddenly blew up, revealing a gun stock.

  "Agga, be careful, you're going to get us killed!" a voice beside him cursed in a low tone.

  "Boom, boom." At this moment, the helicopter above my head, with thick smoke billowing from under its wings, fired rocket after rocket from its launch nest, flying towards a nearby cave.

  Aga quietly hid his body back under the camouflage net, it was too thrilling, fortunately he listened to the instructor's order and did not drill into the cave to hide.

  How to disguise oneself is a specialized subject, for example, an excellent sniper will have a ghillie suit that completely blends in with the surroundings, and even if someone walks by the sniper's side, they won't notice.

  But here are all mountains, bare mountains with no vegetation, only some crops are planted near the river. When Muhammad was training these guerrillas, he also made special camouflage nets, the surface color is the same as the ground, from the sky, it's impossible to distinguish.

  Camouflage is an art that special forces of later generations must master. When they ran into the valley, knowing they couldn't escape the helicopter, they immediately put on camouflage nets. The helicopters in the sky indeed didn't discover them.

  Muhammad disagreed with drilling into that cave, which seemed safe but was actually the most dangerous.

  "Damn it, another one coming from above! One of these days, I'll take you all down! Muhammad, lying on the ground with a camouflage net covering him, thought to himself with an unpleasant expression. (Great activity, freebies falling from the sky, cool phones waiting for you to grab! Follow us~qdread WeChat public account, add friends - add public account - enter qdread, and participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, follow qdread WeChat public account now!)"