Chapter Forty-Four: Kurni Awa

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  "Boom!" The helicopter spun around, crashing to the ground. Although the fire suppression system had been activated, it was unable to extinguish the massive flames. As it crashed, the entire helicopter became engulfed in the inferno.

  The pilots, who were about to be burned alive in the big fire, stopped chasing each other and instead mixed together very peacefully with the Soviet soldiers and guerrillas in front of them, coming this way.

  Damn it, I've been had! The pilot's eyes were filled with resentment before being burned to death by the huge fire. All of this was just a trap.

  Dulani ran the fastest, he saw that when the doe fell, one side of the short wing broke off, and the two rocket launchers were also ejected together, falling on a distant empty land.

  "Sublieutenant Muhammad, will you be using this portable missile?" James asked Muhammad.

  "Watch me operate," Muhammad said, not continuing his conversation with James as he strode forward.

  "Durrani, don't move, those rocket pods are live at all times!" Muhammad said as he rushed over and carefully removed two wires from the broken wing tip, snapping them off before relaxing to say, "Alright, we can take this half wing away now, let's put it back on the donkey cart."

  James seemed to have become an outsider, watching the guerrillas move quickly, those mules were driven back again, moved out of the cave last night, hidden weapons were moved onto the mule, continuing to move quickly in the mountains.

  Within two hours, the Soviets will send more troops over here. First, they ambushed the Soviet SP special forces and then ambushed two Soviet Hind helicopters. The harvest on this road is already enough.

  Now, the most important thing is to transport these weapons back, it's not suitable to stay here for too long.

  James followed in the team, now his mind was all shocked.

  "Sub-lieutenant Muhammad, tell me, how can we hit a helicopter head-on?" James asked Muhammad.

  This is a technical issue, now even in air combat, it's all about tail-chase attacks, after all, the hot flow of the rear engine is the best target, head-on attacks, ten missiles can hit at most one lucky shot.

  "Colonel James, this should be something you tell me, you're the instructor who's guiding us on using these weapons." Muhammad said: "This missile, can it only hit a helicopter from the side?"

  "Of course not," James said, "Our American weapons are the most advanced."

  The team disappeared in the mountains, without a trace. When the Soviet reinforcements arrived by helicopter, they only found the wreckage of two helicopters.

  Kabul.

  This is the capital of Afghanistan, located in eastern Afghanistan, at the southern foot of the Hindu Kush Mountains, with an elevation of 1,800 meters. The terrain is dangerous and surrounded by mountains and valleys in a U-shape, forming a basin.

  This is a famous city with a history of over 3,000 years, the transportation hub of the East and West Silk Road. After 1773, it became the capital of Afghanistan. When the Afghan regime changed, Soviet paratroopers first occupied this city, and then Afghanistan was quickly occupied by the Soviet army, forming a puppet government, and Afghanistan fell into a deep crisis.

  The partisan resistance never stopped, and in order to deal with these partisans, the Soviets used all sorts of methods.

  Kabul's central street, with the heavily guarded 40th Army headquarters.

  An ordinary office, a man in black clothes, coldly staring at the person in front of him.

  This person has a great figure, making one feel the desire to conquer at all times. The swallows nurtured by the KGB are excellent in physical terms, unfortunately... their heads seem as if they have been drowned in Vodka River.

  "Kulneiwa, the intelligence you provided is really good." The man took a puff of his cigar and looked at the woman in front of him.

  This woman, whose clothes were somewhat dirty, had been walking in the mountains for several days and could not have remained spotless. She was Aisha, the wife of Muhammad, whose real name was Kurnishova.

  After being provided with intelligence, she chose to leave and was eventually airlifted to Kabul. Little did she know that the subsequent developments would be completely beyond her expectations.

  "The intelligence I provided was not a problem, it's just that the SP troops were too stupid and fell into Muhammad's trap." Kurniawan said: "This Muhammad is a big threat, with his command, the Afghan guerrillas are likely to grow rapidly."

  Kurniawan Eva certainly heard the dissatisfaction in the other's words, she thought she was not wrong, had told the position of the guerrilla team to the SP troops, they were just foolish.

  "We've also lost two helicopters!" the man said: "You KGB have cleaned up, you know? Moscow is furious, last time we lost a helicopter, it was just replenished to Jalalabad, and now we've lost another two!"

  "This has nothing to do with me, I only provide intelligence." Kurniawan said: "How to fight is the affair of the 40th Army."

  "YOU!" The man slammed his cigar into the ashtray beside him: "Alright, I'm ordering you to return to Jalalabad North again and continue gathering intelligence on the guerrilla forces!"

  "You have no right to command me, the relationship between KGB and 40th Army is cooperative." Kurbanova said: "Do you think I'm stupid? I've already been exposed at Mukhamed's place. You want me to go back, are you going to let the guerrillas gang-rape me and then execute me?"

  "Ah!" The man stood up in anger: "Then I'll report to Moscow and suggest it to your KGB leaders!"

  "Suit yourself." Kurban Aisha stood up, swinging her hips as she walked out, took two steps and stopped, saying: "Actually, dealing with Afghan guerrillas isn't that difficult, why don't you try the scorched earth policy?"

  Scorched earth policy? The man looked at Kurbanayeva's back, hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up the phone: "Get me Jalalabad."

  ………

  After several days of trekking, the dusty and exhausted guerrilla fighters returned to their base camp. When the weapons filled the entire cave, each of them had a smile on their face.

  The Soviets seem to have behaved now, and there haven't been any major movements recently. Taking advantage of this period, I'll just practice the operation of these weapons.

  There were originally ten poison darts, but two were used on the way back, leaving only eight. One of them was removed from its packaging box for training use by the guerrilla members.

  There are also TOW anti-tank missiles. With this thing, we finally don't have to get close to the most dangerous place and use RPG to kill the opponent.

  The arrival of these weapons gave the guerrilla fighters a sense of trading in their bird guns for cannons, and they took turns practicing how to operate them. James, the American, looked fierce but was meticulous in his explanations, and under his guidance, each guerrilla fighter became increasingly familiar with the new equipment.

  The RPG also brought a lot of this stuff, it's simple and easy to use, everyone can operate it, and the effect is still pretty good.

  Muhammad was most interested in, not poisonous stingers, nor Taoist, but the half short-winged rocket nest captured.

  During World War II, what the Germans feared most was the Katyusha rockets that filled the sky, a deadly weapon of mass destruction.

  For example, if there was this thing last time, Muhammad didn't need to risk entering the airport, just set it up near the airport, ignite it, and all the rocket shells would fly over, covering the strike, and those helicopters on the airport would be scrapped.

  Muhammad made use of local materials, modifying a donkey cart by shortening the distance between the wheels to just fit a launcher nest. This allowed for mobility in mountainous areas and also served as a simple launch stand that could be set up for firing.

  James watched Muhammad renovate this thing during training breaks and admired him.

  The Pakistani instructor in front of him was simply a freak, how could he know everything? Those TOW anti-tank missiles, James only demonstrated once, and Muhammad mastered them. The various actions he took were all in place, which made James involuntarily praise him. Last time Muhammad watched himself operate, he followed and fired the Toxic Dart, this was not an accident at all, this guy's ability to operate weapons was too strong!

  Muhammad didn't need James to shoot the missile, he could have taken down the Bucks himself if he wasn't afraid of revealing his level. His movements were much more fluent than James'.

  "Second Lieutenant Muhammad, I'm no longer needed here." James said to Muhammad: "I should head back."

  James came here to train guerrilla fighters to master these weapons. Now that the weapons have been mastered, he no longer needs to stay here.

  "Thank you, Ambassador James, for your help. The friendship of the American people to Afghanistan will always be remembered in our hearts," Mohammad said.

  Friendship? Even if it really exists, it's at most a little thicker than toilet paper. But now James is indeed helpful to the guerrillas, and Muhammad's gratitude is sincere.

  "Mr. Mohammed, I wish you could kill more Soviets, and Afghanistan can drive out the invaders as soon as possible." James said to Mohammed.

  "This still needs the help of the US side." Mhamaad said: "This time you go back, I hope to inform your country that the poisonous sting missile is very valuable here, and I hope to provide more for us. We also need some weapons, all in this list."

  Muhammad handed James a piece of paper written in English, and looking at the dense list of demands, weapons, and ammunition, James felt a bit overwhelmed. These guerrillas were not modest in their requests.

  And what is this 107mm rocket projectile used for?

  "Mahmoud lieutenant, rocket artillery is too heavy, inconvenient for mountain warfare, this weapon, forget it." James said.

  "No, this is a 107mm rocket shell, very light, one person can easily carry two and run in the mountains." Muhamaad said: "You can contact the eastern countries, only the eastern countries produce such weapons. If you can't get rockets temporarily, just rocket shells will do."

  No rocket launcher, only rocket shells, what's the use? James was just about to continue asking when he saw someone running over from a distance.

  "Enemy raid, air raid, Soviet planes!" Durrani shouted loudly.