Chapter Thirty-One: The Rush of Infantry and Chariots

  "Government army's 32nd division, we came out together." Muhammad shouted loudly: "Our car broke down, the battalion commander told us to wait for your armored vehicle."

  Muhammad shouted as he walked towards the armored vehicle with big strides, followed by people behind him.

  "Waiting for half a night, starving! Brother, is there anything to eat?" Muhammad shouted as he walked forward.

  "Halt, don't come closer!" The Soviet squad leader shouted, at the same time, the turret turned around and the machine guns aimed at them.

  Seeing the hostility of the Soviets, Khwaja made a signal to Muhammad beside him, and they decided to take action immediately!

  Muhammad continued walking with a swagger, shaking his head, and so Hwaja had no choice but to follow him forward.

  Now they are simply gambling, as soon as the other side pulls the trigger, their dozen or so people will be annihilated in an instant.

  Muhammad continued to move forward, and the Soviet squad leader couldn't help but shout again: "Halt, don't come any closer! I haven't received orders from the regimental commander, you can't come over!"

  If I let this car take these dozen or so Afghans, shouldn't the battalion commander tell me through radio?

  "This damn mountainous area, the wireless signal has been poor all along, we waited for half a night, what do you mean?" Muhammad said: "These old men are also fighting with you, and the shell of that mortar two days ago also blew up two of my men. Dare to point a gun at me? Don't blame me if I don't show courtesy!"

  Muhammad said so, but the gun in his hand did not rise. At this time, he had already arrived at the front of the armored vehicle and grabbed the rope hook on the side of the car body, climbing to the top of the car body.

  The turret of the BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicle is very small and flat on top, he got up and leaned his body against the turret, sat down.

  Behind him, the remaining soldiers also climbed up one by one.

  They didn't even ask to get inside the armored vehicle, which was originally only supposed to carry a squad of infantrymen. After Sakha's people crawled in, it was already overcrowded. Now, they all climbed onto the roof and sat tightly together.

  The Soviet squad leader had to retreat, it shouldn't be a guerrilla team, if it were an Afghan guerrilla team, how could they be so unguarded?

  The Afghan government army usually showed great respect to Soviet soldiers, but if they were provoked, they would also cause trouble. The Soviet squad leader had once seen a platoon leader of the Afghan government army rush into the command center to make a big fuss over food, which was consistent with their style.

  Well then, let them ride on armored vehicles, with them outside, in case they encounter Afghan guerrillas, they can still help resist.

  Muhammad pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, saying to the Soviet sergeant on the turret: "Old fellow, got a light?"

  "No smoking during combat, it's discipline, confiscation!" The Soviet squad leader looked at the Pamiir cigarette with disdain and said, stretching out his hand to take over the cigarette, then crawling into the turret and closing the hatch.

  Just as his hand was about to reach out, suddenly, a flash of knife light appeared before his eyes.

  In Muhammad's hand, a dagger appeared, swiftly slashing across his throat. Instantly, he felt a scorching hot blood gushing out from his neck. His mouth was wide open, trying to breathe, but with each rise and fall of his chest, only cold wind poured in through the airway, while his lungs grew increasingly suffocated, more and more stifled.

  He finally collapsed on the shield, his body trembling and gradually losing breath.

  Muhammad kicked the Soviet squad leader into the armored vehicle, and then inserted the AKM rifle in his hand from the hatch of the turret of the armored vehicle, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

  "Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat." Bullets danced inside the armored vehicle, each one making them feel the presence of death, even if they didn't hit at that moment. When bullets ricocheted back from the side armor, they still brought great danger to them.

  A miserable cry suddenly came out continuously.

  The driver in front saw that things were not going well and stepped on the accelerator to speed up, wanting to shake off the person above.

  Unfortunately, just as the driver stepped on the accelerator, everything in front of him turned black. The driver outside the vehicle was covered with mud by a shovel, completely and thoroughly, unable to see anything.

  The driver floored it, pressing down on the accelerator while turning the steering wheel.

  "Quickly, jump off!" Muhammad shouted, for those on the outside of the vehicle would be thrown off at any moment and crushed by the tracks.

  The other guerrilla fighters jumped down one after another, but Muhammad persisted. He grasped the shield of the turret with one hand to steady himself and operated his rifle with the other, continuing to fire at the vehicle body.

  "Officer, jump out of the car!" Khwaja shouted as he had just jumped off.

  In front of them were several large boulders, and the armored vehicle charged straight ahead.

  "Boom!" The armored vehicle crashed heavily into the big rock and stopped abruptly. In that instant, Muhammad jumped off the armored vehicle and rolled forward twice with his body to slow down, then stood up.

  The armored vehicle's engine stopped roaring, and there was no movement inside the car.

  Are you all dizzy? After Muhammad got up again, he ran a few steps and boarded the armored vehicle, crawling in from the hatch of the turret.

  "Be careful!" Du Lan Ni shouted. There were over a dozen government soldiers, three or four Soviets and one instructor inside the armored vehicle. It was too dangerous to go in.

  He shouted as he ran over, and other guerrilla fighters also followed him.

  Dulani had just jumped onto the top of the armored vehicle when he heard a creaking sound coming from the rear, and the hatch at the back opened.

  Muhammad jumped out of the cabin door and shouted to the guerrillas: "Take all the bodies out, quickly!"

  The soldiers in the rear cabin were almost all shot down by Muhamed's shooting, and with the severe impact just now, those who didn't die had already fainted.

  The driver in front was also knocked unconscious, and this infantry fighting vehicle was finally seized intact by our side.

  If it's just a matter of taking out this armored vehicle, that's very simple, just sweep it with a 12.7mm machine gun and you can disable the vehicle.

  When the Soviets were found to be withdrawing, and there was this lone infantry fighting vehicle coming to pick up those Afghan government troops, Mohammad had an idea. Originally, he only intended to destroy the infantry fighting vehicle, but a little later, a bold plan flooded his mind.

  Those female deer on the roof are simply too hateful! If it weren't for those female deer, I could have launched a guerrilla attack more easily and also seized enough guns and ammunition to fight back! Nowhere is it like now, having just fired a few shots before having to run away! Thinking of these battles, Muhammad feels somewhat stifled, especially the last one, if he had run any slower, he would have been strangled by the female deer.

  Let's just hijack this infantry fighting vehicle and blow up the doe's base! Thinking of this, Muhammad could no longer control his feverish brain. Once he made up his mind to do so, he would never give up.

  He then took a dozen guerrilla fighters, put on the uniforms of the Afghan government army, and impersonating the Soviet army was impossible, the difference in appearance was too great, impersonating the government army was much easier.

  Although he went through danger, Muhamaad still completed the first step of his plan and seized this infantry fighting vehicle intact. For this car, he was reluctant to throw a hand grenade inside, otherwise, one hand grenade would have easily eliminated everyone inside.

  One by one, the bodies were carried out. When they brought out the Afghan government army's platoon leader, Agha fell silent.

  This is Sahar's corpse.

  Sahra is a despicable traitor, as an Afghan, he actually surrendered to the Soviet Union that invaded Afghanistan! These government troops in Afghanistan are all sacrificing their lives for the Soviets, they are all traitors!

  "Each body must be confirmed completely dead," Muhamed said.

  There is no time at all now to bury these corpses, they can only be thrown here for the time being. After all, there is very little time left for oneself.

  Confirming complete death is actually just adding another shot or knife, it was trained this way in the special forces before.

  Aga Nai pulled out his dagger, wanting to stab Sahar one more time. However, the scene from his childhood appeared before his eyes. At that time, he and Hadim, Sahar were three playmates who grew up together. He never thought that they would become mortal enemies now. Since he was already dead, this knife could be spared.

  Aga didn't lift a hand, just let the corpse be thrown to one side.

  As the bodies were all carried out, Muhammad jumped into the front driver's cab and restarted the vehicle.

  "Hum, humhum." Along with the press of the start button, the lateral engine once again emitted a rhythmic vibration.

  "Come on, get in!" Muhammad shouted, donning the armored infantry's helmet and poking his head out of the hatch to make sure everyone was aboard before pulling the control stick back, reversing the armored vehicle.

  The tracks rolled over those corpses, instantly turning them into minced meat, and fresh blood stained the ground below.

  Muhammad expressionlessly looked at the minced meat crushed by himself, pulled the operating lever, stepped on the accelerator, and the infantry fighting vehicle rumbled away, disappearing into the dark night.

  Inside the armored vehicle, everyone was extremely excited. If they weren't instructors, they wouldn't have dreamed of crawling into a Soviet infantry fighting vehicle, listening to the roar of the engine, which seemed like music to their ears.

  They looked ahead at Muhammad driving forward, and with eyes full of admiration, followed the instructor to fight, winning every battle!

  Muhammad stared at the road ahead with a deep gaze, knowing how daunting his task was this time.