Chapter 77 Ignition, Launch!

  "He must have come from this side, rolled over here and then gone down the mountain from there!" Ramai yelled: "Come on, follow me to chase!"

  The location of Hezuo's sniping has been confirmed, but this position is very strange. There are only footprints coming in, but no footprints going out.

  There were rolling marks on the snowy ground, and the marks led to a place where bullets had been densely fired. The ground there was very mottled by bullets, and further away, there were some unclear footprints.

  Lamai decided that the Soviet sniper had escaped from there and was about to take the Tajik boys to chase after him.

  "Don't chase after them," Muhammad said. "Soviet snipers don't run away from there."

  Lamai stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Muhammad, who was directing the battle with a calm and collected demeanor.

  "The Soviets left from here." Muhamed pointed at the footprint on the ground.

  "It's impossible." Lameil blurted out, only to realize afterwards that contradicting Instructor Muhamed in front of so many people was highly inappropriate. He just couldn't believe it.

  These footprints are clearly coming in, how can they be fleeing? Unless... unless this person is walking backwards! How is that possible?

  Muhammad shook his head helplessly. This Ramil, if he had observed more carefully, wouldn't have been deceived by the Soviets. Although this footprint was inverted, it was very clear, indicating that it had been stepped on not long ago. Based on this alone, Muhammad knew he wasn't mistaken.

  Picking up the telescope and extending it along the footprints to the distance, Muhammad can still find that 300 meters away, the footprints are gone.

  This means that the Soviets were walking backwards and hiding in a snow cave 300 meters away!

  The Soviets were indeed cunning!

  If it wasn't for Muhammad, the guerrilla fighters would have searched the mountains and the messy footprints would have covered up these inconspicuous backward footprints. By then, the Soviets would have truly disappeared from under their noses.

  "Osama, prepare a rocket shell, target 300 meters away, three o'clock direction, footprints end, note wind speed, hit it accurately for me!"

  Lamile gazed quietly at Muhammad, and Osama, those rockets they had brought, were all thrown into the snowy ground during the sniper's attack. Osama moved one up, swept away a piece of snow, revealing hard stone underneath, placed it on top, quickly aiming with a special card gauge.

  Muhammad looked at the end of the snowy ground, the Soviets changed their tactics, trying to rely on snipers? This made the Soviets realize that in front of the sniper, there were two more words: cannon fodder!

  "Ready!" Osama shouted. He had mastered the launch of this 107 rocket without a tube, and he was very confident.

  "Fire!" Muhammad shouted.

  Osama connected the battery wires, but unexpectedly, the rocket projectile did not respond.

  Osama's head suddenly ached, and his own guerrilla fighters were nothing to worry about, but in front of these Tajiks, if he lost face, it would be a loss of face for Instructor Muhammad.

  Osama tried several more times but still got no response.

  "Commander..." Osama could only look up at Muhammad, this temporary fault removal still had to be done by the commander.

  Muhammad looked at Osama's disappointed expression, this new equipment training is still not in place.

  Muhammad walked a few steps forward and looked at Osama's hand holding the battery, asking: "Are there any new batteries?"

  Osama shook his head, knowing that all this weirdness was due to the battery.

  The battery has gotten wet. It just fell into the snow during the battle. If Osama hadn't found it in time, the battery would have been ruined.

  A dampened battery, with insufficient power, was unable to fire this rocket projectile.

  Osama's face turned even uglier, no battery, rocket shells can't be fired, this attack is over.

  "We'll surround him with a team," Dulaney said, and if they could locate the Soviet sniper's position, dozens of their own people would certainly be able to take out the sniper.

  Muhammad shook his head: "No! This sniper just killed many of our Tajik brothers, now let him be torn to pieces! This rocket is a gift for him!"

  After finishing speaking, Muhammad took down that rocket and knocked the rear cover against a stone with force.

  The people around him, including Osama and Duranni, unconsciously took a few steps back. What is the instructor going to do?

  All shells are blunt-nosed and if they were to ignite on impact, the process of transporting them would be extremely hazardous.

  The rocket was also like this, and Muhammad carelessly bumped it three times. The rear cover of the rocket's tail was knocked open. He pulled two handfuls with his hands and pulled down the rear cover. The propellant behind was also exposed.

  "Retake aim." Muhamed said to Osama.

  Is this okay? Watching the chrysanthemum being smashed down by a rocket shell, Osama reenacted his previous action.

  Muhammad stood by, covering his mouth with both hands, and skillfully lit a cigarette.

  "Keep back," Muhammad said.

  As he looked around at the people who had retreated several steps, Muhammad took a few puffs of his cigarette and used the lit end to ignite the propellant in the rocket's tail section.

  This propellant isn't that easy to ignite, it would be great if there was a torch! Muhammad looked at the dying ember, put it in his mouth, took two puffs, and then put it back on.

  Another three seconds passed, and suddenly sparks appeared on the propellant.

  Run! Muhammad took off in a sprint, his long strides eating up the distance as he ran in both directions.

  At the tail of the rocket, a small spark suddenly turned into a ball of fire. The fire burned for one second, and then with a whooshing sound, like an arrow off the string, the 107 rocket shot out.

  Just then, a figure suddenly jumped out of nowhere from 300 meters away in the snowy field.

  At first, Sherstobitov did not know what the guerrillas were going to do. The sniper's advantage was concealment, and Sherstobitov was confident that he had concealed himself well.

  It just so happened that the wind was blowing in the opposite direction, towards the top of the mountain, which meant that Shergueyev could not make out what the partisans on the summit were saying; all he could hear was the sound of footsteps coming from the snowy ground, and he knew they were still up there, motionless.

  What are they doing? Sheriyagin continued to wait, convinced that he had not yet been discovered and the footsteps were not coming in his direction.

  They continued waiting for another ten or so minutes until Sherigeyev heard the sound of a collision, and then after one more minute he heard a whooshing sound.

  This cry made Sherigyev's heart tremble at once, because Sherigyev had already guessed something!

  Damn those Afghan guerrillas, they actually used a rocket launcher to blow him up!

  This guerrilla force in the north of Jalalabad has a certain number of rockets, where the rockets come from is unknown to everyone, they only know that these people have a high level of proficiency in operating rockets and can accurately hit targets!

  They had already discovered their own hidden position and even used rocket-propelled grenades to bombard themselves! Sherigeyev made a new decision in an instant.

  He suddenly jumped out of the snow cave and rushed towards the back on the vast white snow.

  No other choice, run, keep running, run over this mountain, and find a new sniping position again. If they dare to chase after us again, we'll snipe them again!

  Unfortunately, it's still too late.

  Shergayev had only run a few dozen steps when he heard a deafening crash behind him.

  Following that, countless shrapnel scattered in all directions from the center of the explosion. Sherigeyev felt his back, and in an instant, several places emitted intense pain, which was the feeling of shrapnel piercing into his body.

  Then, the scorching airflow rolled onto his back, and he dived forward violently, rolling his body twice to try to extinguish the flames on his back.

  The fresh blood flowing from his back stained the white snow, and after he rolled a few times, his body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, unable to roll anymore.

  There was indeed a sniper! It wasn't until now that Lamai'er believed it, and the sniper who had killed several of their own men was blasted to death by a rocket launcher! This vendetta has been avenged well!

  The guerrillas closed in, and Muhammad fired two more shots to make sure the guy was thoroughly dead before picking up the sniper rifle from the ground.

  This is an ordinary SVD sniper rifle, with five notches carved on the handle by a bayonet, representing that he has already killed five people, and this time's result hasn't been carved yet.

  "Sir, I didn't hit him just now." Khwaja also came over and said to Muhammad. Just now the instructor used himself as bait to create an opportunity for Khwaja, but in the end, Khwaja still missed.

  "It's too far, beyond the accuracy of your sniper rifle." Muhammad said.

  Although the SVD is called a sniper rifle in Soviet nomenclature, it's actually just an accurate shooting rifle, with accuracy that surpasses even later advanced automatic rifles.

  For example, the spread at 600 meters is 395 mm, which means that even if aimed correctly, the bullet's error at 600 meters would be about the width of a person.

  The expression on Khwaja's face is still very embarrassing, this is his fault.

  "Congratulations." Muhammad said to Khwaja, "You can shoot more accurately from now on. This guy is a professional sniper and he brought special 7N1 sniper bullets with him. With these, you won't make the same mistake as today again."

  Khawaja also wanted to use sniper bullets, but couldn't find any, so he had to use ordinary 7.62mm bullets, which were not very accurate. Now, this guy was a sniper too, and the ammunition he carried was specialized. Khawaja's heart suddenly leapt with joy as he bent down to pick up the enemy's bullet pouch.

  "Let's go back to the base." The task has been completed, at the cost of losing a few Tajik boys. Muhammad's tone was firm and unyielding.

  Osama and Ramil didn't dare say anything, the confidence they had when they came to wipe out the Soviet airport had long since flown over the Pamir Mountains. What's the point of fighting for an airport? A single Soviet sniper has already made them so miserable!