Chapter 89: Crazy Battle

  "Bang!" Fakhim's rifle butt smashed into the man's mouth, sending several teeth flying out. The man let out a blood-curdling scream as he fell to the ground.

  Whoa! Fahim's eyes turned bloodshot as he gazed at his next target.

  When the melee started, no one dared to use rifles anymore. The small-caliber bullets of the AK-74 had limited penetration power, but they could still pierce a person's body and then enter another person's body.

  A Soviet soldier holding an AK-74 rifle, with a shiny bayonet attached to the front of the gun, stabbed towards Mukhammad's back.

  "Watch out!" Fahim shouted, running towards Muhammad like a hunting leopard, but unfortunately he hadn't reached Muhammad's side before seeing the Soviet soldier's bayonet already plunged into Muhammad's back.

  This Soviet soldier was very confident, and with this bayonet thrust, he could have pierced Muhammad through and through. However, when the bayonet came into contact with his opponent's body, it seemed to hit a hard stone, and couldn't be stabbed in any further.

  "Clang." The dagger emitted a crisp sound, his two hands went numb for a moment, and then, a huge black shadow flew over from the side.

  Fahim rushed up and smashed the opponent's head with the butt of his rifle, directly smashing the opponent's head open.

  "Come closer to me!" Muhammad said, as both sides continued to fight, several guerrilla fighters had taken control of several Soviet prisoners, the remaining guerrilla fighters, except for one who was just shot dead by a bullet, all of them were still fighting with injuries.

  In the winter that just passed, Muhammad had been training guerrilla fighters in combat skills. This time he brought a few people who were among the best. After a fight, the Soviets did not gain an advantage.

  Of course, more importantly, they also have their equipment, cutting open the bulletproof armor of the crashed female deer, Muhammad made a dozen or so bulletproof inserts, these people following Muhammad all carry this equipment, can withstand small-caliber ak-74 rifle fire, no problem, just now, even Soviet bayonets were blocked.

  Muhammad's rifle was still pressed against the neck of this company commander, who now had only one breath left.

  Suddenly, the gun on his neck loosened, and he panted heavily, everything that had just happened was too fast. It was so fast that he couldn't react at all.

  When everything around him became clear, he found that he and several people under his command had been controlled by the guerrillas, and both sides were in a stalemate.

  "You can't escape." A Soviet battalion commander shouted from a distance, surrounded by hundreds of people, more than a dozen guerrillas were trapped, if they let them escape again, the commander felt that he would have no face to stay here.

  "We didn't plan on running away," Muhammad said. "We've already killed enough to break even. If you don't want these few captives to die, it's best if you keep your distance from us."

  The tactical goal has been fully achieved. Just now, if we hadn't surrendered, we would have been blown to smithereens by the helicopters. Now, our side is mixed with Soviet soldiers, and although the helicopters are still circling in the distant sky, they cannot join the battle. As for the melee on the ground, it has already been decided.

  Partisans controlled four Soviet prisoners of war while hundreds more Soviets surrounded them.

  Although surrounded, Muhammad was not afraid at all. Objectively, he had the upper hand.

  The Soviets wouldn't just watch their comrades die before their eyes, as long as they had these few captives, it was a guarantee that Mukhammad would escape safely. Now the only thing Mukhammad worried about was the Soviet sniper, if there was one hiding in the distance, it might just ruin Mukhammad's plan to escape.

  "I have a proposal," Muhammad said. "You clear a path, and once we retreat to the other side of the hill, we'll let these people go, how about that?"

  "Impossible!" the Soviet battalion commander on the opposite side shouted: "With just a dozen or so of you, you killed hundreds of our brave soldiers. Now, let us go? That's a pipe dream! If you release our men, there may still be a way out for you. If you continue to resist, it will be a dead end!"

  As the Soviet commander gave the order, the Soviets surrounding them raised their guns and aimed at the guerrillas in the encirclement. With just one command, countless rifles fired, enough to wipe out these guerrillas. At the same time, those few captured would also meet the same fate.

  "Captain Mirov, you will be our hero." The regimental commander shouted at the captured battalion commander, saying this, unexpectedly wanting to sacrifice these people.

  Muhammad felt the sweat on his forehead, and suddenly it seeped out. Had he misjudged? Would the Soviets rather be destroyed than surrender?

  Still shouting at yourself? Grandma's, I'm really scared!

  Muhammad had not spoken yet when Osama suddenly stood up beside him.

  Just after the fight, Osama's head was hit by a rifle butt, blood flowed from his forehead, across his face and onto his clothes, looking very frightening.

  His arm was also bleeding, although he wore a bulletproof insert plate, his arm was still unprotected and had just been stabbed by a Soviet bayonet, almost disabling it.

  He coldly looked at the Soviet soldiers around him and suddenly tore open his long gown.

  Inside is a unique vest, very fashionable, you can see the bullet holes shining with metallic luster.

  What is Osama doing? Now, even Muhammad can't figure out Osama's actions, and can only watch as Osama tears off the fabric of the vest one piece at a time.

  This vest, designed by Muhammad according to the tactics of later generations, has many cloth pockets that can hold various equipment. Now, Osama ripped open the outside of the cloth pocket and exposed the pieces inside.

  At that moment, everyone gasped in unison.

  C-4 plastic explosive!

  This is a military explosive, its name comes from the fact that each single molecular structure has 4 carbon atoms, abbreviated as C-4. This is a highly efficient and easily detonated explosive made by mixing high-performance explosives such as Tex and white phosphorus, which can be ground into a powder state, can be arbitrarily packed in rubber materials, and then squeezed into any shape. Since it also comes with an adhesive, it can be placed in very hidden positions, sticking firmly to the surface like chewing gum, so it has also gained a cruel nickname "chewing gum".

  It is very stable in terms of chemical properties, and it will not explode even if shot or hit, and even if ignited, it will only burn slowly. Therefore, some soldiers use C-4 explosives to keep warm in cold weather. However, when it is detonated with a blasting cap, it becomes a powerful explosive.

  Now all the pockets on the outside of Osama's vest were packed with this explosive, and the front one had a detonator inserted in it, with the fuse held in Osama's hand.

  Seeing Osama's body full of explosives, Soviet soldiers subconsciously took a step back, and then another.

  Muhammad was also stunned, he did not expect that Osama had turned himself into a human bomb.

  In the later generations, Osama launched an attack on America with human bombs. This was due to the difference in technology and weapons, a measure that had to be taken out of necessity. It is the only way for backward nations to adopt against developed countries.

  But now, Muhammad discovered that this way of confrontation had already been formed in Osama's mind, and the first to implement it was Osama himself.

  If these C-4 explosives were detonated thoroughly, Osama would have been blown to smithereens, and the Soviets on site would also have been killed in large numbers. This is a more mutually destructive way of fighting.

  Soviet soldiers were slowly retreating backwards, they knew the power of these C-4 explosives.

  The Soviet commander on the scene was stunned, what kind of guys are these Afghan guerrillas? Doesn't he know that once this explosive explodes, none of these guerrilla fighters will be left?

  He may not care about the lives of four or five soldiers, including Lianchang, but he cannot ignore the lives of all the soldiers in this regiment. Once an explosion occurs, there will be hundreds of casualties.

  But to let them go like that, just by opening up a path and letting them out of their own encirclement? How would you explain it to your superiors?

  There were still a large number of soldiers rushing over, the regimental commander was definitely in the back, but just didn't show up, apparently also saw that the situation was not good to control, so he left the mess to himself.

  "Commander, on the other side of the mountain is a cliff." Just as the commander was at a loss for what to do, one of the soldiers beside him spoke up.

  The mountain slope over there is steep and the sound of gurgling water can be heard, the battalion commander thought about the sand table before entering the valley, no wonder, that's a cliff!

  These guerrillas were in a state of panic, running wildly and mistakenly thinking they had found a way out. Since it was a cliff, why not just let them pass? Once they reached the top of the cliff, they would all be live targets. Ah, where was the sniper?

  "Let them go, sniper ready." The battalion commander said to the soldier beside him.

  The organization of the Soviet Army, SVD sniper rifles were allocated to platoons, each platoon had a sniper, and a battalion had nearly ten snipers, enough to complete this sniper task, while also rescuing several captured comrades.

  Osama stood in front of the guerrilla fighters, he knew that now was the most dangerous moment, even if a Soviet soldier due to tension could not control himself and pulled the trigger, their side would be completely finished.

  Osama is not afraid of death, especially after escaping from prison and fighting alongside Muhammad. He has put life and death on the same level, but now he is not seeking death, but rather using this tactic to force the Soviets to agree to let his side go.

  Time was ticking away, and Osama could even hear his own heartbeat, thumping slightly faster than usual. Sweat mixed with blood dripped from his forehead to the ground.