Chapter 76: The Bait (Seeking Three Rivers Ticket)

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  "Captain, be careful!" Durrani had already seen the people galloping towards them on horseback in the snowy field. The leader was none other than his own captain, the person closest to him, Muhammad!

  The other side has a very powerful sniper! The instructor is unaware of this and is approaching on horseback, likely to be taken out by the enemy's sniper! Durrani is extremely worried about the instructor's safety, he no longer cares about his own life or death, re-shoulders the RPK light machine gun, 75-round drum magazine, bullets jumping inside, entering the chamber and shooting out of the barrel.

  In theory, the RPK light machine gun does not belong to a machine gun, but can only be called an automatic rifle with a heavy barrel. Such prolonged shooting will cause the barrel to overheat and even burst.

  And besides, as long as Durrani's sniper rifle was still a threat, he didn't care about anything else, all he knew was to keep firing, firing! Suppress that damned sniper!

  Upon learning that the arrivals were instructors, Osama and Ramleh also abandoned their fear of snipers, using their own guns to fire continuously at the opposite side. Several old-fashioned Enfield rifles were also firing non-stop, loading bullets into the chamber and shooting towards the top of the mountain on the other side.

  A small firepower network was formed again, on the opposite mountain top, even if there were snipers, they would absolutely have no chance to shoot!

  At this time, more than twenty meters away from the area covered by the firepower network formed by several Afghan guerrilla groups below, sniper Sherigeyev calmly held the SVD sniper rifle's sight and gradually put one person on the crosshairs.

  Shergaiyev was sent from Moscow to deal with the Afghan guerrillas. It has been proven that large-scale armies do not necessarily play a corresponding role, on the contrary, small teams, especially special forces, can play a more important role.

  From other units, the Soviet Union drew twenty excellent snipers into Afghanistan, scattered in various guerrilla strongholds, constantly causing casualties to the guerrillas and increasing their panic.

  Sheriyegyev wandered in the mountains for five or six days and suddenly came across this guerrilla detachment, and immediately became cheerful.

  Every shot must be fired from a different position, this is the basic principle of sniper warfare.

  Now, Shergiyev pinned the remaining men behind two boulders, unable to move. Shergiyev was very interested in this game, now all that's needed is to wait until the partisans behind the rocks lose patience and stick their heads out again.

  It's just like a cat catching mice, Shcherbakov can wait for several days and nights, he has plenty of patience.

  Now, without waiting for the Afghan guerrillas to show up, a new team of riders arrived instead.

  The Soviet troops were mechanized units, this outdated cavalry had long since disappeared from the Soviet inventory, and after these horsemen appeared, the Afghan guerrillas on this side went crazy with shooting, probably, an important target was coming.

  Shergayev turned the sniper rifle, and in the sight appeared the figure of the horseman who was leading the way. He was tall and stately, with an AK-74 rifle on his back, his entire face wrapped in a scarf, and the hot air he breathed out had frozen into ice crystals on the scarf. Only his eyes were visible, those piercing and spirited eyes. For an instant, Shergayev felt a thrill of excitement.

  Isn't that the target of the mission above? That Muhammad who has been causing trouble in the northern part of Jalalabad, why isn't he staying in the north of Jalalabad and instead came here?

  Shergayev, though somewhat curious, again took aim through the sight, a special sniper's bullet lying quietly in the barrel.

  Aim for this guy's head! Sherigayev had already pinned down the opponent's head with a crosshair, but when he took another look, something was off about the target's head! It was just like that other guy who had clearly been hit by his own shot and yet got back up! They were all wearing some kind of special steel helmet on their heads.

  The only helmet that can stop its own sniper bullets is the Soviet-made titanium steel helmet! They must have captured it on the battlefield! Thinking of this, Sherigeyev lowered the muzzle, aiming at the opponent's chest.

  The 7N1 sniper cartridge can easily tear through the opponent's body. The front of the bullet head is a conical steel core with a copper-plated steel jacket, and the rear is a lead column, leaving a few millimeters of space at the tip. After hitting the target, the lead column compresses the steel core, causing the steel core to compress the empty space at the front of the bullet tip, resulting in a shift in the center of gravity of the bullet head, which causes it to tumble. When exiting from the back, it will tear open a large hole. Under the medical conditions of the Afghan guerrillas, as long as they are hit, they will undoubtedly die and cannot be rescued in time.

  Shergayev didn't know that at the same time he was aiming his sniper rifle, another sniper on a distant slope was also searching for him.

  Khawaja lay on the hillside, his entire body covered in white camouflage, his sniper rifle also wrapped in a white cloth, and no one detected him.

  Just then, upon hearing the gunshot from this side, the instructor had already detected that there was a sniper on the opposite side, and there was only one sniper!

  Khawaja was sent over here, his mission is to search for the sniper on the other side and take him out!

  The opponent was hiding very cleverly, except for the white snowy mountain top, Khwaja couldn't see anything. During this time, under Muhammad's training, he learned more sniper skills, and now he knew that he had encountered a very difficult opponent. The opponent's skill in concealment was simply incredible.

  Khawaja did not expect that the instructor would appear at this time, knowing that there was a sniper over there!

  The instructor was just going to be the bait, attracting the opponent's sniper to fire and giving himself the opportunity to discover the opponent. Thinking of this, Herva was both moved and worried at the same time, and he observed the mountain top in front of him more carefully.

  Sherguyev took aim at Mukhammad with his scope, the crosshairs pressed against Mukhammad's chest, and then he pulled the trigger.

  "Clang." The sound of the firing pin striking the primer at the base of the cartridge entered his ears, followed by a loud "Bang!" as the propellant was ignited, burning fiercely and pushing the bullet out of the barrel. As the gases behind the bullet exited the muzzle, they struck the surrounding air with a sharp "Crack."

  The snow around was blown up by the air flow, fluttering and flying.

  The snowflakes hadn't fallen yet, the sniper rifle's scope was unclear, he believed in his own ability, that guy named Muhammad would definitely not survive.

  His eyes remained fixed on the scope, hoping to see the target fall after the snowflakes fell.

  Just then, Shergiev suddenly felt a surge of vigilance in his heart, and without thinking, he rolled over to the side.

  "Bang." A bullet flew in from the opposite side, hitting the spot where he had just fired. The opponent almost simultaneously discovered his position and returned fire!

  When did the opposite side get another sniper?

  Almost twenty cavalrymen and a sniper have arrived. What's most important for me now is not to take out that many people, but to temporarily retreat!

  In an instant, Sherigeyev made a decision. He was alone, absolutely not going to fight, carrying his SVD sniper rifle, and quickly retreated along the prepared route.

  Not bad, just backing up, Shcherbakov is walking backwards.

  Everywhere was deep snow, and one foot sank into it, making a deep footprint. If Shcherbakov were to run forward, it wouldn't take long for the horsemen to run up to the top of the mountain and catch up with him by following their own footprints.

  Falling into the hands of Afghan guerrillas, there is no good outcome. The rumor that Afghan guerrillas skin people has spread throughout the Soviet troops stationed in Afghanistan.

  This reverse running trick was practiced by Sheregyev in his daily training, that perverted instructor actually tortured them like this, nobody liked running backwards!

  And now, this trump card can save his life.

  Shergnyev ran for over three hundred meters and hid in a temporary snow cave, where the snow was more than two meters thick. He had dug this snow cave yesterday.

  Wait for those Afghan guerrillas to leave, and then quietly follow them. The first thing to do is to take out that sniper!

  Shergayev closed his eyes and waited silently. The snow cave was dark and he couldn't see outside, but his ears were more useful than ever.

  "Sir!" Seeing Mohammad get hit, Durrani dropped his RPK light machine gun and ran towards Mohammad's position.

  Whatever sniper, Duranni doesn't care.

  Muhammad covered his chest with his hands and pulled the reins of the horse, leaning forward on its back.

  At this time, Dulaney had rushed up and shouted: "Instructor! Instructor!"

  Muhammad's face turned somewhat pale as he stood up from his horseback: "I'm fine."

  The bullet was embedded in the bulletproof insert, which was attached to the bulletproof insert and firmly slapped Muhammad's belly. He had been poisoned by toxic gas before and had been riding on horseback for a day, so Muhammad's spirit was very poor.

  "Search that hilltop." Muhamed said: "We can't let this Soviet sniper get away!"

  The Soviet sniper has escaped? Osama ran to the front of Muhammad, heard Muhammad's judgment, and suddenly realized that their own sniper had successfully let the opponent escape.

  If they haven't left yet, at this time, they will definitely seize the opportunity to open fire. They are all exposed outside now.

  "Yes, follow me!" Osama shouted loudly. Just a few Tajik brothers had just died, the rest were furious, and now hearing that the sniper on the opposite side had escaped, they rushed towards the top of the mountain.

  Muhammad brought up the rear with the cavalry and also went up the mountain slope, onto the mountaintop.

  All around is a vast expanse of white, nothing can be seen, there are some deep footprints, and they are quite disorderly.

  Where did this damn sniper run off to?