Chapter Seventy-five: A Sniper

  The cold wind was blowing strongly, although the heavy snow had stopped for three days, the snow on the ground was still being blown up by the wind and swirling in the air.

  Afghanistan's winter is unusually cold, and in mountainous areas where the sun can't be seen, snow has accumulated to as deep as three meters.

  Treading on thick snow, a dozen or so people walked with varying depths of footprints.

  They were almost all from Chadam village, many of whom were grain transporters. When the Soviet bombs fell on their village, their mood could no longer be calm.

  That brave instructor saved the villagers, but he himself was poisoned and his life or death is unknown.

  The Tajik people are poor and taciturn, but they value loyalty and are unwilling to interact with outsiders.

  Muhammad is their benefactor, and now their benefactor's life or death is unknown, they want revenge!

  Only two or three people were carrying the Eifleld MkIII rifle, with bullet bags slung across their bodies. This old-fashioned rifle was already a very powerful weapon for them. The rest of the people, some even only holding a hatchet, but their fierce and wolf-like momentum made up for the disadvantage of their weapons.

  Apart from their own weapons, each of them carried a rocket shell, which was the greatest reliance on this counterattack. It is said that this thing has tremendous power, and these more than ten rocket shells can completely destroy Bagram base!

  Lamile and Osama, Duranni walked in the front, two of them holding AKM rifles, while Duranni carried a RPK light machine gun. If it weren't for the mountain road being difficult to walk, he had originally planned to take away the 54-style heavy machine gun from the guerrilla team.

  Osama's eyes were filled with anger, the Soviets had invaded Afghanistan, and Osama was one of those who came to Afghanistan with a burning passion, forming a service corps to help the Afghan mujahideen resist the Soviet invasion. When he was rescued from prison in Jalalabad, he had already identified Muhammad as his instructor and followed him to fight against the Soviets!

  Now, Muhammad was poisoned by the Soviet's toxic gas bomb. Osama heard this news and his chest almost exploded with rage. He pushed out the 107 rocket cannon, ready to fight the Soviets to the death.

  That cowardly Khwaja! The instructor is about to die, and he doesn't even know to avenge himself on the Soviets! Osama despises this guy, and what's more, Osama thinks that maybe Khwaja would be happy to see the instructor die, so he can regain command of this guerrilla unit.

  Hmph, it's not that easy! This troop has been deeply imprinted with Muhammad's mark, and Muhammad is their spiritual leader.

  Unfortunately, those team members apparently still listened to Khwaja, only Durani followed himself out.

  All the way here, everyone was exhausted, they relied solely on their willpower to make it this far.

  In a sheltered spot, a group of people sat on the snowy ground, eating dry rations they had brought with them.

  "Ramaile, how much further?" Osama asked Ramaile, this mountainous area was unfamiliar even to Osama.

  "We've been walking for three days, and now the snow is too deep, the road is impassable. At our current speed, it'll take us another day and a half to get there." Lamai said: "Osama sir, can these rocket shells of ours destroy the Soviet airport?"

  "That's right, last time we launched these rockets and the Soviet airport was completely destroyed." Osama said: "At that time, it was me who launched them."

  Speaking of which, Osama is very proud of himself as an excellent rocket launcher.

  "I'd love to kill all these Soviets right now!" Durrani said: "Osama, when we get to the airport, don't you go and kill all the Soviets, leave a few for me, I want to finish them off myself!"

  Several victories have made them somewhat complacent, as if fighting is just that easy.

  As he spoke, Durrani picked up his own machine gun, which was heavy with bullets. He had already imagined the scene of these bullets passing through the bodies of Soviet soldiers.

  Just as Duranni was posing for a shooting stance, he suddenly saw a bright light flashing on the side of the mountain top.

  Dulani didn't feel anything at first, but remembering the instructor's usual training, he immediately reacted and realized that the bright light was not ordinary! That was the sniper rifle's scope!

  "Sniper!" Dulanri shouted, and then rolled to the side. He had already seen a patch of snow on the opposite mountain top, which was blown up by the airflow brought out when the gun was fired, blowing the surrounding snowflakes.

  In combat, the machine gunner is the greatest threat and also the favorite target of snipers. Duranni flipped over, a bullet hit the position where Duranni had just been, with a loud "thud", followed by the sound of gunfire.

  Dulani picked up the machine gun and, like a nimble leopard, quickly ran along the route to avoid bullets and rushed behind a stone several meters away.

  Several shots were fired at Duranni's heels, missing him by just a few centimeters.

  Dulani panted heavily. If there was only one sniper, then their side might still have a chance of winning. But the sound of that rifle represented an opposing force, and apart from the Soviets, there wouldn't be a second force!

  Will the Soviets send just one sniper? Of course not! They will come in large numbers!

  These Tajik boys were not guerrillas, nor had they been on the battlefield. They were just villagers who had just picked up their weapons. The sudden gunfire scared them, and they didn't know how to dodge, only seeing bullets chasing Duranni until he ran behind a stone, then they came to their senses.

  "Take cover!" Lamaiel reacted fairly quickly, following suit to take cover behind a boulder on the other side. When he reached the boulder, he found Osama had already taken cover there ahead of him.

  Osama held a gun and slowly poked his head out from behind the stone.

  Osama suddenly ducked down his head just as he poked it out.

  A bullet whizzed past Osama's head, if he was slower by even 0.1 seconds, his brain would have been blown up at this moment.

  He's a master!

  Osama didn't dare lift his head.

  Lamai didn't even lift his head, the opponent's shot was just too accurate, that was a cunning sniper!

  The two men did not dare move, nor did Duranni, several meters away on the other side. Just then, the sound of sniper fire echoed through the valley.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat." Every shot took away a lively life, those Tajik boys, the curved knives in their hands hadn't even had time to be pulled out, the Eifel rifle hadn't even had time to pull the bolt, and they were all killed one after another.

  "Quickly, lie down!" Dulan shouted.

  Those young men had never received any training. In this situation, they panicked and ran around wildly, becoming live targets for the enemy snipers.

  "Damn Soviets!" Durrani suddenly set up his RPK machine gun from behind the rock he was hiding, aimed at the position of the sniper in front, and pulled the trigger.

  "Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat-tat." The RPK machine gun burst into a series of intense shots, with bullets flying to the top of the opposite mountain.

  Is the sniper awesome? The instructor taught that in front of the sniper, there is another word called cannon fodder! Damn it, to deal with snipers, use cannons to blast them!

  Unfortunately there is no cannon, so use a machine gun to take down the opponent!

  As Durrani burst out, Osama and Ramil also poked their heads out at the same time and pulled the trigger.

  Three bursts of gunfire, I don't believe a Soviet sniper can't be taken down!

  Because they were in the valley and the others on the mountain top, all three had to raise their gun barrels upwards in order to aim at the opposite mountain top.

  As the machine gun fired, Durrani's shoulder also shook with it, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the mountain top across from him through the aiming baseline.

  At this moment, a black dot appeared in his eyes, and the black dot was rapidly expanding, completely occupying his pupils.

  It was a bullet flying in! Duranni seemed to see the spinning bullet tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, and the next moment it would pierce through Duranni's head.

  Dulanni's only choice was to lower her head.

  Then, a fierce armor was uploaded to the helmet. Dulan felt that the helmet was pushing his head back, and his neck was almost pulled off. His body followed suit and fell backwards.

  "Durrani!" Osama shouted from the other side, quickly crouching down and seeing Durrani hit by a bullet and falling behind a rock.

  "Ah." Ramail screamed and also hid behind the stone.

  One of Ramail's ears was gone, the root of his ear was bloody, just now, he also tilted his head to look at Duranni, and thus escaped a disaster, only losing one ear.

  The other side's sniper is too powerful! Lamir covered his ears and looked around at the empty space.

  Six brothers who came together have fallen down, only five people hid behind the stone, two of whom were still injured.

  Dulani is gone too! Dulani was one of Muhammad's most trusted subordinates, always following him into battle. Who would have thought that he'd fall here?!

  Osama felt suffocated too. He changed to a new magazine, wanting to raise his head and shoot again. Although he knew it was certain death, he had to do so!

  A dozen of our men were pinned down by a single sniper, this is utterly humiliating!

  Osama was just about to lift his body up and saw behind the stone over there, Durrani slowly sat up.

  Durrani is not dead?

  Thanks to this helmet! Durrani recalled that after the last time they took out the Soviets, the instructor was very interested in the Soviet helmets and even asked their side to take them away. From then on, Durrani wore this helmet every time he went into battle, although it was uncomfortable in the freezing weather, Durrani didn't take it off.

  The bullet didn't hit the helmet, but the massive impact almost snapped his neck. He sat on the ground gasping for air, how many times had he narrowly escaped death now?

  "Cross! Cross!" Just then, from the other side of the valley came the sound of war horses galloping.