Chapter 888: We Surrender (Thanks to Alliance Master 1993 Sarajevo for the reward!)

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  "Mr. Muhammad, your command is really great." Walking on the rugged mountain road, Fahim kept saying to Muhammad: "Actually, when I stayed behind, I had already made preparations for sacrifice, and you let us retreat safely and gave a big blow to the Soviet Union."

  For the first time, Fakhim witnessed Muhammad's excellent command and was thrilled. Although he had made preparations for sacrifice, it was even more delightful to be able to return alive.

  "Let's hurry," Muhammad said. "The danger hasn't passed yet."

  The rockets behind can block the Soviets for more than ten minutes, they will still catch up, and now it's going to dawn, with the dawn, those terrible vultures begin to circle above their heads.

  Muhammad had Duranni leave all the rockets behind, but took away all the poisonous stinger missiles. Now he has no countermeasures against those female deer.

  Run! The only chance for our side is to run away in a short time! Muhammad swung his legs and ran wildly on the mountain road.

  On the Yamaguchi side, a large number of Soviet soldiers have poured out.

  The morning sun shines on the mountains, shining on a few people running quickly on the mountain slope.

  "Turn left ahead and we'll meet up with Mr. Masood," Fahim said to Mohammad as he ran.

  In front of us was a fork in the road. Muhammad said without hesitation: "Let's run to the right."

  To the right? Listening to Muhammad's words, Fahim was stunned, that side is a cliff!

  The Soviets arrived faster than expected, and if they directly joined Masood, they would also bring this large number of Soviet soldiers over. Muhammad knew that temporarily changing direction would bring more danger, but now there was no other choice.

  "Rumble, rumble." Just then, two female deer appeared above their heads, flying low from the other side of the valley.

  Muhammad led the way, and a dozen people quickly ran towards the right side.

  "Mr. Muhammad, this is a dead end." Fahim said to Muhammad: "Running to the end of the road is a cliff."

  "We're walking a dead-end road," Muhammad said, his words dripping with coldness.

  So Fakhim no longer hesitated and followed Muhammad as he sprinted down the mountain road.

  "Target acquired ahead." In the cockpit of a UH-60 Black Hawk helicopter, the gunner sat in the low front cabin and said to the pilot behind him: "Three o'clock direction, on the slope, escaping."

  "Roger." The pilot pushed the control stick to the left and the doe began to turn. Flying towards the guerrilla squad that was running.

  "Machine guns ready," said the pilot, releasing the safety catch on his weapons.

  On either side of the fuselage, just below the short wings, were hung rocket launching tubes. All these weapons were operated by the gunner in the front cockpit; only the machine gun at the nose was controlled by the pilot, and the two men worked closely together.

  On the turret of the tank, a 12.7mm four-barreled Gatling gun began to rotate. The dark muzzle aimed at the target in front.

  "Rat-a-tat. Rat-a-tat-tat..." The pilot pressed the firing button on the control stick, and instantly, the four-barreled Gatling machine gun rotated, countless bullets pouring down like a stormy rain towards the guerrilla fighters over there. The electric motor whirred, the gunfire crackled, and the engine roared, blending into a loud symphony.

  "Take cover!" Muhammad yelled, knowing the helicopter was about to attack as it flew closer from behind. As bullets rained down on them, they had just made it to a nearby ravine and hid there, not daring to stick their heads out.

  The Gatling is most proud of its rate of fire, four-barreled Gatling, equivalent to four machine guns firing together, bullets pouring down, the entire hillside, instantly like being plowed once.

  "What shall we do, Mr. Muhammad?" Fahim asked Muhammad.

  The helicopter's machine gun is so intense that it's hard to lift our heads, this is extremely dangerous. When the helicopter finds that its machine guns are not a threat to them, it will use rockets on both sides. If the mountain valley here is hit by rockets, everyone will be turned into minced meat.

  Muhammad gritted his teeth and listened to the gunfire outside. Grandma's, if only there was a poisonous thorn!

  The rumble of the sound faded away, Muhammad raised his head and saw a large number of Soviets following behind, another helicopter was hovering in the distance, with rocket pods under its short wings about to fire.

  No more hesitation, Muhammad snatched the turban off Fashim's head, scattered it with his hand and stepped out of the hidden valley.

  "Soviet friends, don't shoot! We surrender!" Muhammad shouted loudly.

  Fahim felt the tall image of Muhammad that had just been erected in his heart come crashing down, surrender... How could Your Excellency Muhammad surrender!

  No choice, if you don't surrender, that hovering doe will pour rocket shells from both sides, and no one can escape.

  "Mr. Muhammad, we will never surrender!" Fahim said from behind him, his gun raised and aimed at the back of Muhammad's head, ready to shoot him dead at any moment.

  "Scum, if you want to keep killing Soviets, listen to me!" Muhammad whispered: "If you want to die, kill me."

  After finishing, Muhammad continued to shout towards the opposite side: "We surrender!"

  If Kurniawan Eka was here, he would immediately recognize Muhammad's conspiracy and surrender? How can a holy warrior surrender? They are all steadfast in their beliefs and not afraid of death. For them, death is just going to another world, and their souls will be sublimated in that world.

  Now, Muhammad is surrendering, but in fact, he himself has no confidence that the other side will accept his surrender. If the other side's goal is to completely eliminate their own side, then they have no chance of survival at all.

  The female deer helicopter was still hovering, and as soon as he saw smoke coming from the racks on both sides, Muhammad had to run backwards immediately, running wildly towards the back.

  The helicopter was still hovering, its rotor stirring the air and making a loud whirring noise. The Soviet soldiers, like a tidal wave, were rushing over to surround them.

  "Throw down your guns." The Soviet soldier shouted from afar.

  Muhammad slowly took down the slung rifle, then reached out and with a clatter, removed the magazine and threw it to the ground, following which he held the rifle high above his head.

  When Muhammad picked up the gun, the Soviet soldiers who were approaching clearly tensed up, but when they saw Muhammad remove the magazine, a smile immediately appeared on their faces.

  "Unload your magazines and raise your guns above your heads!" The Soviet soldiers rushed up, saying to Mukhammad and the people behind him.

  Fahim's eyes locked onto Muhammad as he also disassembled his AK-74 rifle, removing the magazine and holding the gun high above his head.

  The Soviets were closing in on us from all sides. At least one battalion was coming up and there were more Soviets coming over the hills from the valley below.

  "What about the rest of the guerrillas?" A Soviet lieutenant walked up to Mukhammad and asked him, "Where are they?"

  "In another valley, waiting for us to join them, I can take you there," Muhammad said.

  "Then let's go!" shouted the Soviet lieutenant, while two Soviet soldiers came up from behind and tried to drag Muhammad away.

  "Get moving!" Muhammad shouted.

  As he spoke, Muhammad swung the AKM rifle in his hand horizontally with all his might and slammed the stock into a Soviet soldier standing beside him.

  The wooden butt of the rifle struck solidly on the soldier's chest, and instantly a mouthful of blood spurted out, he let out a miserable cry, and fell backwards.

  Mohammad then swung the rifle butt into another Soviet soldier standing next to him, hitting him in the head with such force that he was knocked unconscious despite wearing a helmet, blood flowing out from under it.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat." At that instant, the Soviet soldiers standing guard nearby instantly pulled the trigger, and several bullets hit Mukhammad in the back.

  A massive impact came, and Muhammad took advantage of this impact, running two steps forward, catching up with the Soviet lieutenant, putting the gun across his neck, strangling him to death.

  At the moment Muhamed shouted to take action, the guerrilla fighters who had fought with Muhamed many times immediately reacted and rushed towards the nearest Soviet.

  Most of the Soviet soldiers did not fire, at such close range, stray bullets could easily injure their own people. A few tense Soviet soldiers had their fingers involuntarily tightening on the triggers, and bullets flew towards the guerrilla fighters.

  "Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat-tat." In the hail of bullets, the guerrilla fighters' bodies were knocked back, but as soon as the shots rang out, these guerrillas seemed to be fearless and charged at them fiercely.

  How is this possible! The Soviet soldiers who had just opened fire were shocked, the bullets couldn't kill these guerrillas! Suddenly, they remembered a certain legend that said these guerrillas possessed some kind of ancient sorcery, which made them impervious to blades and bullets!

  Only one of the guerrillas was hit, his arm weakly waving the gun body, and finally fell down.

  Fahim watched as another guerrilla he had brought was killed. For a moment, his eyes were wild with fury, and all he could see in front of him were the hated Soviets!

  Kill those Soviets! Fahim swung the stock of his AK-74 rifle at the nearest Soviet.

  The Soviet man swung his own AK-74 rifle sideways, using the stock to block Fakhir's gun butt. A loud crash, and the tiger's mouth was numb.

  "Bang!" Fahim swung over again, this smash made the opponent completely unable to grasp the gun. His left hand loosened and released the wooden guard of the gun body. In the opponent's eyes, it was all Fahim swinging over with the gun butt.