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  The guerrillas quickly passed by Muhammad and others, leaving the original people behind. Muhammad took his ten fighters, Fazhim and a Panjshir guerrilla fighter with him.

  They faced thousands of Soviet soldiers.

  Here is the translation:

  The mountain pass here is easy to defend and hard to attack. When they found out that Muhammad and others had occupied the mountain pass, the Soviets immediately changed their tactics.

  Several infantry tanks rumbled over, their muzzles raised and aimed at the mountain pass on this side.

  "Take cover!" Muhammad yelled loudly, he had no heavy weapons here and could only watch as the infantry fighting vehicle drove over easily, then with a loud rumble, several shells flew over.

  A 73mm grenade exploded at the mountain pass, flames everywhere, shrapnel flying all over.

  The bombardment lasted for two minutes. Every infantry fighting vehicle fired four rounds of shells, and the mountain pass on this side was plowed like a field.

  "Charge!" The Soviet commander shouted. Under such a bombardment, no one could survive. Just one round of artillery fire should have wiped out everyone.

  The guerrilla squad escaped from their own encirclement! The Soviets were extremely indignant, and at the same time, they also knew that they must capture this mountain pass. They chased after them, and the guerrillas couldn't run far!

  After the artillery fire, countless Soviet soldiers gathered from the slopes on both sides and from the flat ground in front, rushing towards the mountain pass with their rifles in hand. They ran while vigilantly gazing forward.

  One thousand meters, five hundred meters, three hundred meters... The mountain pass over there has been quiet all along. It seems that the guerrilla squad left behind to fight to the death has been completely annihilated.

  Just as we were approaching the mountain pass, about 150 meters away, suddenly, several heads emerged from the ruins in front of us that had been covered by cannon fire. Then, gunfire sounded again.

  "Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat-tat." Muhammad's RPK light machine gun spat out flames nonstop, the 75-round drum magazine producing a loud whirring sound as bullets poured into the dense crowd of Soviet soldiers across from them. Almost every shot hit its mark.

  The Soviet men who charged forward fell down in large numbers. The rest quickly lay down on the ground and fought against the guerrillas at the mountain pass opposite them, eventually leaving behind dozens of corpses and retreating.

  "It's really cool." Muhammad muttered to himself as he watched the Soviet soldiers being repelled in front of him.

  Fahim, who was beside him, had been watching Muhammad with reverent eyes. As soon as the Soviet armored vehicle started moving, Muhammad ordered a retreat to the rear and hid in a cave behind the mountain pass until the artillery bombardment was over. Then he quietly climbed up, without any casualties, and let the Soviets approach within 150 meters before opening fire, resulting in significant casualties for the Soviets.

  Now, seeing the Soviets withdrawing, Muhammad immediately followed with an order to withdraw, and the Soviets were about to start shelling again.

  The combat effectiveness of the Soviet troops is very high, looking at their artillery shells, few are deviated, if they can advance another 20 meters forward, they can completely wipe out Muhamed's men.

  "It's almost dawn," Fahim said.

  Looking at the top of the mountain peak, the east has already started to show some white, which is a sign before dawn.

  "After we finish this round, let's retreat," Muhammad said.

  After the deafening artillery fire, Fahim held his rifle and was about to charge out again just like before.

  "No way, there's another round!" Muhammad shouted.

  Fahim stood still, waited for a minute, and heard another round of artillery fire in the distance. If he had gone out just now, he would have been hit by the artillery. On the mountain pass position, during the bombardment, no one could survive.

  "Mr. Muhammad, how did you know?" Fahim asked Muhammad as another round of artillery fire echoed outside.

  "It's just a guess." Muhammad said calmly.

  The Soviets are not fools, how can they use the same tactic twice? There must be a follow-up move.

  Watching Muhammad's effortless movements, Fahim was thoroughly impressed and asked: "Muhammad sir, when are we withdrawing?"

  "After this round is over, it will be daylight and then we won't be able to run away," Muhammad said.

  Having said that, Muhammad picked up his gun and rushed out of the cave.

  When Muhammad stuck his head out from behind the rock, his face changed instantly. The Soviets' artillery and infantry coordination was very good this time, and the Soviet infantry, risking being hit by their own artillery fire, reached the edge of the mountain pass when the artillery fire had just ended, and appeared at the mountain pass.

  Lemhammad, just thirty meters away!

  Both sides almost simultaneously discovered each other and then almost simultaneously pulled the trigger.

  "Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat..." The bullets poured onto the opponent's body, and Muhammad's Soviet counterpart instantly fell to the ground. At the same time, his own body also leaned back.

  "Down with Muhammad!" Fahim shouted as he followed Muhammad, firing at the Soviet soldiers ahead.

  This is a suicidal move, both parties will simultaneously pull the trigger and hear the sound of bullets entering their own bodies at the same time, feeling pain.

  As several Soviet soldiers fell in front, those behind began to seek cover, and such an opportunity allowed the guerrillas to regain the initiative.

  "Boom!" A hand grenade was thrown over, several Soviet soldiers were hit by shrapnel and cried out in pain, followed by intense gunfire.

  A reconnaissance platoon of Soviet soldiers running in the front was knocked out by more than half and the rest retreated back.

  "Mr. Muhammad!" Fahim shouted at the Muhammad on the ground, who had just been hit by several bullets and was probably already in another world.

  He heard his shout. Muhammad slowly got up from the ground and picked up his own machine gun again.

  "You're okay? That's great!" Fakhim was suddenly very surprised and excited.

  "It's nothing," Muhammad shouted, just as the bullets hit his chest with a loud clang, he knew they were blocked by the homemade bulletproof insert in front of him, but the impact was too great. It sent him tumbling backward, and his internal organs throbbed with pain.

  It was really a narrow escape, the Soviet soldier opposite was quick on the draw and the bullets all hit Muhammad in the chest, if they had hit his arm, Muhammad would have been injured.

  The sound of gunfire continued for another ten or so minutes before the Soviets retreated once again.

  "We can't wait any longer, let's retreat immediately." Muhammad said. The Soviets had already seen through their tactics and the next round of artillery fire would thoroughly cover this side of the mountain cave, leaving them no chance to counterattack.

  Having held off the Soviets for more than half an hour, Masud's guerrillas and Muhammad's remaining men should have been long gone.

  "Alright, we retreat." Fahim also said.

  "Bring those rocket-propelled grenades up here," Muhammad said.

  Just now our guerrilla squad rushed into the encirclement, and ran over the mountain pass with Masud's guerrilla squad. The rockets they carried were left in that cave. Now it's a quick escape, those heavy shells will drag them down.

  Now it's time to leave, these rockets can't be wasted like this, they must be left for the Soviets!

  Two guerrillas were injured and the rest quickly moved eighteen rockets out of the inside.

  No time to aim, just dropped the rocket and Muhammad saw the armored vehicle coming from the other side, starting to raise its barrel towards this direction.

  Grandma, this opportunity is not even left for Laozi! Muhammad only stuck to the fuse of a rocket shell, and before he could fire it, he saw a flame in the opponent's barrel.

  "Whoosh." Muhammad swiftly connected the wires to the battery, and in a burst of flame, a rocket shot out a bright line, flying past.

  Then Muhammad threw away that RPK machine gun and ran quickly towards the back with his feet open.

  Legs fast? Or bullet fast? Of course, it's undoubtedly... legs fast!

  "Boom!" The 73mm shell landed right where Muhammad had just stopped, apparently the Soviets had spotted him with their infrared spotlight. By this time, however, Muhammad had already crossed the winding mountain pass and was hiding behind a large boulder.

  The shell exploded, a scorching air flow, completely surrounded the rocket, which felt like its buttocks were being roasted.

  "Boom!" Almost at the same time, that 107 rocket also flew to the opposite side and happened to drill into the bottom of an infantry fighting vehicle. With this loud noise, countless shrapnel from the rocket pierced the armor of the infantry fighting vehicle from the bottom up. Then, under the impact of a huge air flow, the body of this infantry fighting vehicle was instantly overturned.

  An infantry fighting vehicle was lost in this way, and the crew's cries for help were heard from inside. Fortunately, there was no fire or explosion.

  "Boom! Boom!" The rest of the infantry fighting vehicles continued firing towards the mountain pass.

  The 107 rockets lay quietly there, feeling countless shrapnel and heat waves. Suddenly, a rocket's tail emitted a wisp of smoke, followed by flames.

  107 rockets were ignited!

  "Whoosh!" With the ignition of the tail, the rocket began to fly forward, rubbing against the air and making a familiar whistling sound.

  Then, another one...

  The rockets left there, one by one, flew towards the opposite side, with a trail of flames in the eastern dawn, very spectacular.

  Impossible! Under the barrage of artillery fire just now, how can the Afghan guerrillas still launch rockets? So many rockets, that must be a multi-barreled rocket launcher! How did they transport such a rocket launcher here?

  Facing the incoming rocket shells, Soviet soldiers widened their eyes in complete disbelief. The mountain road on this side was too rugged, even their own tanks couldn't climb up, only these infantry fighting vehicles managed to crawl over. How did the Afghan guerrillas manage to bring rocket artillery here?

  When they were surprised, the rocket bomb had exploded beside them.