Chapter Thirty-two: Helicopter Base

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  "043, come in please." A noisy voice came from the wireless radio, accompanied by an order.

  Muhammad picked up the wireless, pressed the transmit button and replied in a vague tone: "Received, received, 043 calling, 043 calling, hello, hello."

  Muhammad inherited all the memories of his past life, formerly as a special forces soldier, sometimes conducting joint military exercises with Russian and other Central Asian countries' troops. These commonly used military terms could be clearly expressed in Russian. Now, he deliberately pretended that the wireless signal was being interfered with, said a few words, and then turned off the wireless.

  Khawaja sat in the back and said to Muhammad: "We can get out of the mountain by crossing over that peak from the front."

  The guerrillas live in the mountains where they are at home. Now they have to cross over into the Jalalabad area.

  On the outskirts of Jalalabad there is an air force base where Soviet Mi-24 helicopters are now based.

  After several battles, Muhammad's anger towards these helicopters had reached a boiling point. If they didn't get rid of the helicopters, the guerrilla fighters would be constantly chased around like rats. So, he devised this bold battle plan: to disguise themselves as Afghan government troops, enter the helicopter base, and blow up those helicopters!

  It's already the second half of the night, and action must be taken quickly. Only by entering the doe's base before dawn can the attack be completed at the lowest cost!

  At the same time, he brought only these dozen guerrilla fighters, and the rest remained in the mountains to protect the villagers.

  The BMP infantry fighting vehicle's engine roared, the slope of the hill was almost over forty degrees, you could feel the tilt of the body, as if it was going to tip over at any moment, everyone tightly grasped the handrail beside them, praying in their hearts, don't tip over, don't tip over.

  At last, the car climbed to the top of the mountain and began to lean forward again, ready to go downhill.

  Muhammad's head was always exposed, which is also the favorite way of armored soldiers, drilling in and looking with a periscope, the field of view is too narrow, it's still refreshing to look at it this way.

  The engine roaring beside him, Muhammad was still full of energy after several days of continuous fighting. He gazed into the distance in the night sky, where the undulating mountains had disappeared. The plain between the northern and western mountain ranges was Jalalabad.

  Jalalabad, located in eastern Afghanistan, near the border with Pakistan, is the capital of Nangarhar Province. It was built by Mughal Emperor Akbar and was a major center of Buddhism in ancient times, visited by Chinese monks such as Faxian and Xuanzang. The city is a key transportation hub between Afghanistan and Pakistan. After the Soviet Union took control of Afghanistan, it also became an important garrison town with a large military presence.

  What the Soviets did not anticipate was that when they overthrew the government of Afghanistan and re-established a puppet regime, the Afghan guerrilla forces sprouted up like mushrooms after a spring rain. They were elusive and constantly launched surprise attacks, leaving the Soviets exhausted from responding to them. The helicopters were highly maneuverable and could provide rapid support at any time, making them the Soviet's most effective weapon in their campaign against the guerrillas.

  Muhammad wants to make the guerrilla days in the mountains a little better, then he must hit the Soviet soft underbelly, that is, get rid of the helicopters here!

  Entering the plain, the armored vehicle sped up and drove onto the dirt road towards Jalalabad.

  At the mountain pass, we encountered a Soviet outpost, which guarded the entrance and exit of the mountain and set up roadblocks.

  Muhammad didn't even glance at it, and drove the armored vehicle past with a rumble, before they had even reached the roadblock, the other side had already moved it away.

  This army entered the mountain and suffered heavy losses. The soldiers at the outpost here all know that a defeated soldier, a soldier with pent-up fire, will explode at any time. They are very self-aware and didn't even ask questions.

  They also absolutely did not expect that it was the guerrilla force who came out in an armored vehicle, which is almost impossible because the guerrilla force would never drive an armored vehicle.

  The tracked infantry fighting vehicle is completely different from the wheeled one, with no steering wheel, but rather a control lever. The levers on both sides control forward and backward movement, turning, without training, it's impossible to operate this thing.

  However, these things are not a problem for Muhammad. This infantry fighting vehicle is very similar to the domestic one and is easy to get started with. In fact, it's not just infantry fighting vehicles, tanks, even helicopters, Muhammad can also operate them. The training content of special forces is very extensive.

  After passing through the checkpoint, Muhammad poked his head out again, and the car lights were also turned on. It was safe here now.

  After driving for another dozen miles, Muhammad's expression turned serious. In the open space outside the city, the light of the searchlights could be seen, and the female deer on the apron could also be seen.

  The vigilance of the Soviet people is not low. Now it's about to dawn, when a person sleeps most soundly, but here they are still busy.

  Under the spotlight, a doe deer was standing next to seven or eight people who were busy at work. The engine hood on top had been opened, and the side panels below had also been removed. They were anxiously repairing it.

  The female deer was originally used to accompany armored units in Western Europe, but in the complex and changeable mountainous areas of Afghanistan, the female deer's engine power is insufficient, and it is prone to various edge airflow influences, with frequent mechanical failures, which brought a greater burden to ground personnel.

  The base here is also very simple and simple to the extent that there is no hangar. All maintenance and maintenance are carried out in the open air.

  The perimeter of the base also has sentry warriors, and there are two T-62s at the intersection as fixed strongholds. Inside, Soviet patrols can also be seen.

  The Soviets guarded it so tightly that it was impossible to rush in directly, and although they could deceive the mountain sentries, they couldn't deceive the Soviets here.

  We have to think of another way, create chaos!

  Muhammad brought the car to a stop, gave brief instructions, and Herman and one of the guerrilla fighters got out ahead of time, carrying a mortar, and disappeared into the darkness.

  The infantry fighting vehicle continued to move forward, all the warriors inside were ready, they held their guns in their hands and would pop out of the hatch on top of their heads at any time to eliminate the Soviets!

  "Khawaja, aim as I taught you, don't rush." Muhammad said to Khawaja who had climbed up the gun turret.

  "Understood." A 73mm shell was stuffed into the barrel, Khwaja pressed the electric button, watching as the turret rotated, then his eyes locked onto the sight, since it was similarly framed with crosshairs and the distance was very close, he had no reason not to hit.

  "Halt!" A Soviet soldier standing at the crossroads in front of the checkpoint shouted to the armored vehicle, "What unit are you from?"

  The armored vehicle stopped, and the driver emerged from the hatch, wearing an armored helmet and a black mask over his mouth, saying to him: "Mechanized infantry, guerrillas may come to raid the helicopter base, military orders, come to support."

  The other side spoke with a straight face, but if there was support coming, why didn't our side receive the order from above? Moreover, it seems like something is always off.

  It should be the squad leader in the turret who answers, how could he let the driver answer? This squad leader is really arrogant! Thinking of this, he couldn't help but become even more suspicious and shouted: "You wait first, I'll go verify with the higher-ups."

  After finishing speaking, he walked back and prepared to go to the sentry post to make a phone call.

  Muhammad turned off the armored vehicle's engine and lights, seemingly waiting calmly.

  The rest of the sentries stood guard on either side, watching as the sentry entered the pavilion and started making a phone call.

  "Boom!" Suddenly, a burst of flames erupted from afar, a mortar shell was launched from a distance, carrying a sharp whistling sound, flying into the air force base and exploding on a tarmac.

  Fortunately, there were no helicopters there, but a group of Soviet soldiers who had just patrolled from that side were hit by shells. The two closest to the explosion had their legs blown off, with blood flowing out non-stop, and their upper bodies still conscious, letting out mournful cries. The others who were lightly injured were also struck by shrapnel on their bodies, also crying out in pain.

  It's indeed a guerrilla! The Afghan guerrillas are using mortars to attack their own airport! Instantly, the airport sounded an alarm.

  Countless Soviet soldiers, holding guns, rushed out of their barracks, jumped onto cars and sped towards the direction where the mortar was firing.

  Even those two tanks, which were used as fixed strongholds, were also started and roared to life.

  "Hey, move fast!" The sentry who had just answered the phone and hadn't spoken yet saw the mortar fire and immediately put down the phone, shouting at Muhammad's armored vehicle.

  They were closest to the artillery strike point and easiest to catch up with those guerrillas.

  "Vroom, vroom." Muhammad turned the key, but somehow, the engine just wouldn't start.

  These sentries had already jumped onto Muhhamad's armored vehicle, waited for half a day, the roar of the engine still did not come, they finally got impatient, jumped down from the armored vehicle, and chased after on foot.

  This burst of howitzer shells was like poking a beehive, and almost all the defending soldiers rushed over.

  At present, although the guerrilla forces have begun to emerge like mushrooms after a spring rain, they still do not constitute a climate. The Soviets occupy all the cities and are constantly launching sweeps into the mountains in an attempt to thoroughly pacify Afghanistan.

  Only the Soviet people went into the mountains to suppress the guerrillas, and there was no precedent for the guerrillas to take the initiative to attack. Now the guerrillas simply didn't have that skill, so when this shell came flying in, all the Soviets were enraged.

  When all these Soviets rushed out, Muhammad's armored vehicle finally roared to life. He pushed the operating lever with force, his mouth watering at the sight of so many deer, all for his breakfast!