Chapter 92: Pan Jie's Lionheart

  The explosion occurred on the mountain peaks on both sides, and with the explosion, countless giant rocks rolled down from the top of the mountain.

  Those explosive devices were buried in places that had been carefully calculated, it was a successful directional blasting!

  Many of the boulders on the mountain top were not very stable to begin with, and all it took was burying a small amount of explosives in the right spot underneath them to get them moving. As they rolled down the slope, their speed increased until they became completely uncontrollable.

  At the same time, in order to enhance the effect, they also worked hard to transport stones from all over to the top of the mountain and roll down together after the explosion. In these few hours, hundreds of guerrilla fighters were doing this with all their might.

  And these explosives, some of which were C4 explosives on Osama's vest, and others were modified grenades and other equipment, through careful placement and arrangement, finally achieved this effect.

  Now, looking at those rocks rolling down from the mountain slope, this scene is really enjoyable.

  Energy comes from motion, the bullet of a rifle can easily take away a person's life, relying on speed. The stones rolling down from the mountain, even if they are fist-sized, can smash open a hole in a person's head. What's more, many of them are boulders weighing hundreds of kilograms. When the potential energy of these boulders is converted into kinetic energy, the power it brings is enormous.

  A stone the size of a millstone came rolling down from above, and several Soviet soldiers hastily dodged it.

  Suddenly, the boulder encountered a protrusion on the slope and changed direction, hurtling towards a Soviet soldier. The soldier continued to run hastily but felt an intense impact on his back, followed by his body collapsing powerlessly to the ground. The boulder first crushed his right leg, instantly producing the sound of shattering bones, rendering his entire right leg a bloody pulp. Then it rolled onto his back, breaking his ribs with a crunching sound, splitting open his belly and spilling out his intestines which stuck to the boulder as it continued to roll forward, followed by a loud "bang" - the sound of his skull being crushed.

  The Soviet soldier's agony lasted just a second, compared with others. He was still lucky.

  A Soviet soldier's lower body was pinned under a boulder, almost severed, while his upper body still had sensation, he wailed and cried for help, struggling constantly to crawl out from under the boulder.

  Finally. His body relaxed, and he crawled forward a few steps. Suddenly feeling something was off, he turned his head to look, and saw that the lower half of his body was still under the rock, only the upper half had managed to crawl out, with a trail of fresh blood behind him, his intestines stretched out for several meters...

  The entire valley has turned into a purgatory hell, with a dark and terrifying scene.

  The female deer helicopter was hovering in the sky, they saw the explosion on the mountain slope, saw the rocks rolling down continuously, and saw the elite Spetsnaz troops being buried by the rocks. But they couldn't help at all.

  On the big mountain, they were quiet and still, and couldn't even see a shadow of a guerrilla.

  Except for Muhammad and Masood, the rest of the guerrillas have left here and hidden in the cave behind that big mountain. After the explosion, Muhammad and Masood quietly crawled away almost on all fours. The female deer in the sky opened its eyes to look for the guerrillas, where is the shadow of the guerrillas?

  Muhammad did not want to pursue the victory, although if he were to deploy guerrilla troops on both sides and shoot cold guns after the rocks fell, he could have killed more Soviet soldiers. However, those female deer would obviously not let them go, and as soon as they appeared, they would be subjected to ruthless blows.

  This is best, wait until the Soviet soldiers come to rescue, let them see this is their fate!

  Down with the Soviet Union! If a Soviet soldier dies, the Soviet Union only needs to pay compensation. However, if one is injured, for the rest of his life, it will be arranged by the Soviet state, and the cost will far exceed the compensation. The Soviet Union will eventually find that this is a quagmire that thoroughly buries them...

  The sky quickly turned dark, and the rumbling sound outside never stopped.

  Mi-24 and Mi-8 helicopters of two types were operating at full speed, constantly transferring troops from the 108th division to this side. At that time, they came to act as rescuers, moving away boulders and evacuating their wounded.

  The terrain was rugged, and large mechanical equipment couldn't even move forward. Many big rocks, even with several people working together to push them, couldn't be budged. They could only watch helplessly as their comrades gradually lost signs of life under the rocks.

  In a mountain cave just one mountain away from them, the guerrilla fighters were recuperating and building up their strength.

  "Mr. Mohammad, you have a broad mind and outstanding leadership skills, I, Masood, admire you very much, you are the lion of our Panjshir!" said Masood.

  Upon hearing Masood's praise, Mohammad said: "All these are for driving out the Soviet invaders. Each of us Afghans is brave and wise."

  "Right, you are our Panjshir Lion!" Fahim also said.

  Panjshir's Lion! In the future, this title was bestowed upon Masood, but now Mohammad has already acquired this aura and thoroughly conquered this guerrilla force.

  Masood is also a seasoned guerrilla commander, and due to Muhammad's crossing, the course of history has changed. Karina, aka Kulneva, betrayed Masood and ensured Muhammad's victory.

  Muhammad also paid a great price for this, and almost escaped death again.

  "We should now discuss our next move." Muhammad said.

  The Soviets have surrounded the entire Panjshir Valley, controlling the passes and now their main forces have left Panjshir Valley and are coming to Badakhshan Province.

  "The terrain here is complex, we can fully launch a guerrilla war against the Soviets." Masood said: "Moreover, although the mountain roads here are rugged, they are accessible in all directions, and the Soviets will not be able to control us or surround us again."

  "Right, we'll keep them busy in the mountains for a month, let the Soviets get tired out, and when they leave, we'll give them a warm sendoff." Fahim also said.

  The essence of guerrilla warfare, Masud had fully grasped it. Now the Soviets were coming with a fierce momentum, and their own side had to avoid the Soviet blade. Under the joint strangulation of air and land, the guerrilla force was playing with fire.

  Muhammad nodded: "Not bad, let's consume the Soviet manpower here and let them know that the mountainous area is our guerrilla team's territory."

  "But," Muhamed said, "I have a better proposal."

  Mohammad's tone changed, and even Masood perked up his ears: "What other tasks do we have?"

  "Now, the Soviet mop-up units have arrived in Badakhshan Province. There are very few Soviet soldiers left in the Panjshir Valley. I heard that the command center for this Soviet mop-up operation is located in Rukha Town in the Panjshir Valley." Mohammad said slowly: "We need to select dozens of people and form an elite force."

  The Panjshir Valley is a long, narrow valley of more than 100 km. The valley is made up of several smaller valleys that join together in the south, and it stretches from the north of Parwan Province along the Hindu Kush mountain range towards the southwest. In some of the basin areas within the valley are scattered towns. Larger towns include Rukha, Astana, Zenia etc.

  To encircle and annihilate the Afghan guerrillas, the commander of the 108th Division, General Kurilov, moved his command post from Bagram Air Base to Rukha.

  The surrounding area is all high mountains, and at this time, the snow on the top of the mountain has not melted yet. The Panjshir River flows quietly from the side of Rukhah Town, which is a rare flat land in the valley. The town is surrounded by fields, and in Afghanistan, a country with scarce arable land, such fields are already considered fertile.

  But the fields that had just sprouted green shoots have now become a different scene, with tracks pressed everywhere, and rows of tanks and infantry fighting vehicles parked on the large flat fields.

  When they really arrived in the valley, Lieutenant Colonel Kurikov discovered that bringing T-62 was extremely unwise. The consumption of fuel alone made it unbearable for logistics, and in the battle to annihilate the guerrilla troops, the role played by tanks was also very limited. Many rugged terrain, tanks could not go up, so they all stayed here.

  As for flattening the land here, there's no choice. So many tanks need to be parked somewhere. This empty space is the most suitable place.

  Most of the town's residents are farmers, and when the Soviet Union trampled their land, they looked calm on their faces but were already furious in their hearts. This land is related to their annual harvest, and the Soviet Union has crushed it, making it difficult for them to survive this year. It's too late to replant now that the season has passed.

  Damn Soviets!

  Where has our guerrilla team gone?

  Every native was cursing these Soviets in their hearts, and they reduced the number of times they walked on the streets, the whole town had been sealed off.

  The town's central government is actually just three bungalows and a large courtyard, which is already the most luxurious building in the town. For example, this is the only courtyard with walls! The rest of the houses have courtyards surrounded by fences, at most they are made of mud and are half a person high.

  On the rooftop stood several sentries. From here, they could see everything around them from a commanding height. In the center of the roof was also a machine gun.

  Inside the house, a man wearing camouflage fatigues stood in front of a large-scale map hanging on the wall. To his side was a row of wireless communication soldiers, and to his front, a deputy officer was constantly inserting small flags onto it.