Chapter 86: Taking Down the Mountain Pass (Please subscribe and vote for monthly tickets!)

  His body didn't stand firm, he stared blankly as the cliff drew further and further away from him, his own body tilting downwards. At this moment, his eyes were filled with despair.

  No one around him dared to pull him up, fearing that if they pulled him, they would also fall down. On this cliff, everyone had to be extremely careful.

  And so, the brave guerrilla fighter fell down, and Muhammad could clearly see the desperate look in his eyes, but until the very end of the fall, the guerrilla fighter did not make a sound, just like a big stone rolling down.

  If he screams, he may be discovered. Until he crashes down, he is interpreting the meaning of bravery and strength with his own life.

  Everyone silently paid their respects, Muhammad sighed and continued to climb up, step by step, with great difficulty reaching the top of the mountain.

  The remaining people were more careful, and even when they climbed to the top of the mountain, there were no more accidents. However, going up a mountain is easy, but coming down is harder.

  Here is the mountain's shaded side, where some green plants can be seen growing. Muhammad walked a few steps on the mountaintop and finally found the entwined wisteria.

  He pulled with his hands and found that the vines were still strong enough, so he slowly made his way down the back of the cliff, holding onto the vines.

  In the valley, the battle is still going on.

  At every moment, there are brave guerrilla warriors falling down, and the remaining ones have also become enraged.

  The encirclement was slowly shrinking, and the sound of gunfire from all directions was getting closer. Masood's heart was anxious, it seemed that before dawn, their side would be completely annihilated here.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat." The machine gun in his hand continued to spit out flames, but suddenly, with a "clunk", the gunfire stopped.

  "Quick, reload!" Masood knew they had run out of bullets.

  "We're out of bullets." said the guerrilla fighter beside him. They had already fired three boxes, and their ammunition was completely exhausted.

  No more bullets! Masood pulled out his own AK-74 rifle from behind him, gazing at the encroaching firepower all around, gritted his teeth: "Everyone, follow me in a charge!"

  If they can't break out before dawn, there's no chance. Now, as the battle continues, their ammunition is not much, only this one opportunity!

  Upon hearing Masud's shout, all the guerrilla fighters stood up from behind the rocks where they were hiding and followed Masud, wanting to charge forward.

  In front of us is the Soviet infantry fighting vehicle!

  Several guerrilla fighters carrying RPGs sprinted forward quickly. They only needed to run another hundred meters before they could launch their rockets.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat." The machine gun on the infantry fighting vehicle fired continuously, and these guerrilla fighters fell to the ground one after another.

  The other side's firepower is too dense, if we rush over like this, we won't be able to get close, everyone will fall down.

  Just then, a infantry fighting vehicle in front suddenly exploded with a loud bang and turned into a fireball.

  One after another, infantry fighting vehicles exploded and caught fire.

  It's an explosion from behind! There are reinforcements of our own troops behind! Masood was suddenly overjoyed.

  Several infantry fighting vehicles were blown up, the rest quickly turned their turrets around and retreated to the rear, while the vehicle bodies began to move rapidly. The encirclement that had just been formed suddenly revealed a gap.

  "Charge! Charge!" Masud shouted: "It's Muhammad's men come to rescue us!"

  In Panjshir Valley, apart from Masood's guerrillas, only Mohammad's men are left. Whoever saves him here must be Mohammad's man!

  Seeing that a gap had been opened here, the Soviet soldiers in several other directions immediately began to maneuver towards this side, attempting to plug the gap again.

  The other side of the mountain gradually emptied out.

  Masood led his men in a charge of over a hundred meters, listening to the sound of gunfire from the other side and watching as a team of people broke through the infantry fighting vehicle's defensive line and came towards them.

  No! They've gone too far! Masood suddenly wanted to shout: "You've run into the encirclement!"

  "Quickly, run towards the mountain pass!" was the response from the opposite side.

  Run towards the mountain pass? Masud's brain short-circuited instantly, that place is a dead end!

  When the cold wind reaches the mountain pass, due to the narrowness of the mountain pass, the speed of the air flow becomes faster. The whistling cold wind blows on people's bodies, taking away body temperature at every moment.

  The special forces of Gulu were lying on the mountain pass, quietly, quietly, their eyes staring at the enemy through the aiming baseline of their guns, but not firing.

  Qiajiao withdrew the special forces of Gulu, who were surrounded by several breads, to search for Muhammad in the mountains. The mountain pass on this side is still guarded by the original special forces.

  The weapons in their hands were only effective at killing within a range of five hundred meters. They were the most elite special forces and wouldn't fire carelessly. Now, they were quietly waiting, watching as that guerrilla squad was annihilated before their eyes.

  The Afghan guerrillas, a scourge on this valley for so long, were so easily eliminated as soon as we took action.

  Watching the intense crossfire in the distance, the squad leader of the special forces picked up a wild grass from the ground, slowly put it into his mouth, and chewed gently. At this time, they were no longer needed.

  Suddenly, the class monitor caught a whiff of something unusual in the air and spun his head around sharply.

  "Bang." A single shot, and Class Leader felt his chest suddenly tighten, followed by an inexplicable trembling in his lungs.

  The bullet entered his lung, and fresh blood quickly flowed into his lungs. He opened his mouth, wanting to take a deep breath, but he couldn't breathe in any fresh air. His body trembled, and his hand wanted to pick up his AK74 rifle again, but it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, and he couldn't lift it.

  "Bang, bang, bang." The rest of the warriors beside him immediately turned around at the sound of the first gunshot, but unfortunately, it was too late. The gunfire behind them came one after another, and every bullet flew accurately towards their hiding place.

  The battle was over in just a few seconds.

  Muhammad, carrying his rifle, rushed forward and looked at the bodies of several Soviet soldiers. He had been hiding behind for five minutes, observing here, looking for every Soviet soldier's hiding position. These people were hidden very cleverly, definitely a special force!

  Just as Muhammad was observing carefully, he was unexpectedly discovered by the Soviet soldiers here! Fortunately, at this time Muhammad had already found all the hiding places of the Soviet soldiers, just enough for a platoon, and immediately led his men to charge up and open fire.

  "Fire at the mountain tops on both sides, cover our people as they break through!" Muhamed shouted, picking up an RPK light machine gun left behind by a Soviet soldier, turning the barrel and firing at one side of the slope.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat." Under the sudden and unexpected attack, a large number of Soviet soldiers on this hillside fell down at once.

  The gunfire from the direction of Yamaguchi suddenly lifted Masood's spirits - Muhammad had taken down that mountain pass!

  "Charge!" Masood no longer hesitated and took off in a sprint towards the mountain pass.

  The Soviet soldiers surrounding the valley above were momentarily thrown into confusion, and the sudden and intense gunfire at the mountain pass made them turn their guns around and fire in the direction of the mountain pass. The guerrillas in the valley suddenly changed direction and began to rush towards the mountain pass!

  Khawaja calmly held his SVD sniper rifle, constantly aiming and firing, hitting the Soviet firepower points, machine gun positions, every bullet taking away a Soviet machine gunner's life. Although the Soviets were also very stubborn, when the third charging machine gunner was also shot down, they began to fear.

  The guerrillas in the valley, seeing that the mountain pass had been taken control of, vented their anger from being ambushed at midnight by running and continuously firing towards the tops of both mountains, unstoppable like a broken bamboo, no one could stop them.

  Although there are still people falling around them, they have seen the hope of life. This hope has given them the courage to move forward with big strides.

  Masood ran like a ferocious lion in the valley, swiftly sprinting the last few steps and leaping onto the mountain pass stronghold.

  Then he turned the muzzle and fired at the slopes on both sides, covering his own soldiers.

  "Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat." Masud raised his rifle and fired at the hated Soviets, his heart bleeding as he watched his own men fall in the valley.

  Although he rushed out, he lost half of his men.

  "Quickly, quickly!" Dulan shouted as he led the guerrilla fighters to cover and finally withdrew into the mountain pass.

  "Masood Sahib, you go first with your men, I will cover." Muhammad shouted to Masood.

  Here, in Yamaguchi, one man can hold the pass against ten thousand; with just over a dozen men, they could defend the mountain pass and prevent the enemy from rushing up. At the same time, they also had to leave people behind to cover their retreat. If they all retreated together, the Soviets would follow them along the valley, pursuing them relentlessly, and the battle would continue.

  "No, you take them away, I'll cover!" Masood shouted: "We Panjshir guerrillas have already owed you once, we can't owe you again."

  "We just need to unite and we can win the battle, whether it's your Panjshir guerrillas or our Jalalabad guerrillas, they are all forces fighting against the Soviet Union! Nor does it matter what Pashtun or Tajik, as long as we unite, we will be victorious!" Muhammad said: "You withdraw!"

  Masood's heart was filled with emotion, and at this moment, he finally knew that the man in front of him was right. He had always thought that Panjshir guerrilla team developed very quickly, but he still held a light view of the guerrilla team in front of him. If it weren't for the man in front of him, his own guerrilla team would have been sacrificed in the previous ambush.

  "Fahim, you take Muhammad's men and fall back for now. We'll regroup at the Lion's Mouth," Masud said.

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