Chapter 93: Beheading Operation

  "Six hundred and eighty-two motorized infantry battalion, mainly concentrated in the northern part of Badakhshan Province, around Qilian Mountain. They have been chasing a guerrilla unit, biting tight and not letting go. With the assistance of helicopters, they will definitely be able to annihilate that guerrilla unit." Chief of Staff Belgrade said: "But the 177th battalion is much worse off. It has always been in contact with the guerrillas, frequently attacked, losing soldiers. Although only three or two are lost each time, we can't afford it if this continues to accumulate."

  "Partisans, weren't they already dispersed and on the verge of destruction? How did they pop up again?" said Lieutenant General Kurikov.

  "Sir, the battles of the past few days have shown that although the guerrilla troops were dispersed by us, they still have a certain amount of combat effectiveness. Now they are employing their most skilled tactics in mobile warfare."

  The Spetsnaz brigade of the GRU suffered more than half casualties, and the news was sent back to Moscow. The leaders were very angry, and a series of military orders came down, requiring Kurkov to thoroughly eliminate the Panjshir guerrillas. Kurkov resolutely executed this order, passing the pressure on to the soldiers below. Two regiments of Soviet soldiers pursued relentlessly, with small-scale battles occurring constantly, but the effect was not very good.

  It is unlikely that these guerrilla units can be completely eliminated, at best they will be dispersed, and once our troops withdraw, those guerrillas will again threaten the Soviet transportation lines in the Panjshir Valley.

  Apart from those two regiments, a regiment of government troops was stationed in the Panjshir Valley, and during this period, the Panjshir Valley was very stable. The Soviet transportation team continuously transported supplies, and the amount of transportation over these dozen days was equivalent to that of an ordinary month.

  This shows that the guerrilla troops were indeed driven away by themselves. Now in the valley, there is not even half a shadow of the guerrilla troops to be seen.

  "We don't have enough manpower to surround the guerrillas," said Belgrade. "I think we can ask for reinforcements from the 201st Brigade, and get one or two regiments to come into the mountains together to encircle them."

  Apart from the 108th Division, there is also the 201st Division. Also stationed in northern Afghanistan, they have a common mountain raid, which should be more reassuring.

  Kurikov shook his head: "Their defensive strength is also insufficient, and they cannot withdraw more troops. Besides, if we put more people in, they will be scattered in these mountains, and our supplies can't support too many troops."

  This guerrilla warfare is the most troublesome, and now the only thing that can be done is to put pressure on the two regiments at the front line, let them continue to tighten their encirclement, pursue and annihilate the guerrilla troops!

  It's okay, the valley is quiet for now.

  "Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat..." Just then, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from outside.

  "Who goes there." The guards at the gate immediately cocked their guns. The machine gunner on the roof also cocked his gun, eyes fixed on the aiming baseline, ready to fire at any moment.

  "Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat..." The sound of gunfire continued to come from outside the town.

  "Continue to receive frontline reports," Kurikov said. The sound of gunfire was gradually moving away, indicating that the government soldiers on the outskirts had caught up. Moreover, the gunfire was not dense, and it should not be some Afghan guerrilla, but only an occasional shooter.

  "A report." A communications soldier stood up and said, "The commander of the 324th Regiment of the government army reports. They were attacked by an armed native and he sent out a company to pursue him."

  "Finish him off." Kurikov said: "Drag the corpse back and hang it in the town center."

  The indigenous people outside the town secretly kept guns and even fired at government troops. Hmph, they're simply asking for death! Kurikov didn't mind.

  In the pitch-black night, government soldiers held guns and kept chasing in the valley.

  They were not afraid, because they saw with their own eyes that there was only one person, holding an AKM and shooting at them, then ran away. Suddenly, they were enraged, holding their own weapons and rushing out.

  The whole valley is filled with government troops. It has been calm for over a dozen days, and there are no large guerrilla forces. Yet, a resident actually dares to look for death!

  Catch up and kill him!

  Finish him off! It's just right to go to the Soviet Union to report our merits!

  Those with nimble legs ran fast, while those with slow legs fell behind. This went on for over two hours, until they arrived at a mountain valley, where only about ten people were left.

  "Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat..." Just then, gunfire suddenly erupted from both sides of the valley. It wasn't just one rifle, but over a dozen guns, and among them was the crisp sound of an RPK machine gun!

  Damn it, we've been ambushed! The person who charged to the front wanted to retreat, but before they could even take a step back, they were hit by bullets and fell down with a blood-curdling scream.

  Two groups of men rushed out from both sides, and Muhammad looked at the government soldiers lying on the ground and said: "Quickly, put on their clothes and throw the bodies into the ravine!"

  ………

  The government army uniform on his body was stained with blood, and some places were temporarily bandaged with tattered cloth. Fresh blood could still be seen seeping out from inside. The two most seriously injured were carried on stretchers, their heads tightly bandaged, looking like they only had a breath left.

  The Soviet soldiers looked at the group of people appearing outside the roadblock, and the bright headlights shone on them. The leading Soviet sergeant said: "Brother, what's going on?"

  "Just now, a resident of the town attacked us. We rushed out to chase them and encountered an ambush in the valley outside. Luckily we ran fast, or else none of us would have returned. My several brothers were injured the most seriously, and need to be treated urgently." A government soldier said, with a bloody shoulder badge with one stripe and one star, a junior lieutenant.

  The gunfire just now, they all heard it. They originally thought that the government army had annihilated that native resident who was looking for death, but unexpectedly, it turned out that they were ambushed instead.

  The combat effectiveness of the government army has always been very poor, and it is possible that they are actually just a group of local residents who have fallen into someone else's trap. The Soviet sergeant said: "Quickly, move away the roadblock."

  The lives of government soldiers are also lives, and at this time, they need medical treatment.

  After passing through this roadblock, these dozen or so people continued to run forward quickly and soon entered the dark streets.

  In an alleyway, Muhammad whispered: "Get ready for action!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, the people on the stretcher immediately jumped up and started moving around, while those who were wounded unwrapped the bandages from their bodies, held guns in their hands, and had a fierce look in their eyes.

  Khawaja, Usama, Ramayl, Herman, Fahim... These dozen or so people were carefully selected by Mohammad. Following Mohammad, they turned over a cliff and re-entered the Panjshir Valley.

  Along the way, they sometimes encountered government army patrols, all of which Muhammad easily evaded, and the journey was very smooth until they reached Rukban town.

  The outer perimeter of the town of Al-Ruha is guarded by government forces, while the inner perimeter is guarded by a security force from the regime's military academy. It is extremely secure and almost impossible for Muhammad to infiltrate.

  On the hillside outside Rukha town, Muhamaad observed for several hours before making a bold decision to disguise himself as a wounded government soldier and sneak in!

  Where are the wounded? Why didn't they attract the attention of the Soviet guard troops? Then there can only be temporary fabrication!

  So, Muhhamad planned an ambush, luring the government soldiers out and then annihilating them on the road. This way, there were uniforms, fresh blood, wounds, and wounded soldiers came out.

  With these wounded, Muhammad easily passed through the outer government army's defense line and also through the Soviet soldiers' checkpoint, because the temporary field hospital was inside the town.

  So Muhammad brought people mixed in, and he came in with only one task, to kill the Soviet commander-in-chief!

  In later generations' combat theory, this is called a decapitation strike. In war, an elite small unit is dispatched to take out the enemy commander, leaving them headless and defeated.

  Masood and Durrani, with the remaining guerrilla fighters, continued to operate in Badakhshan Province, drawing Soviet forces' attention, leaving only one government army unit and a small number of Soviet guards in the valley, extremely empty.

  When he was on the mountain slope, Muhammad carefully observed that the Soviet tanks and other equipment were parked in the outer field. The defensive work here is so strict that it must be a temporary command post of the Soviets. And the most striking building here is the town government in the center of the town, with sentries even on the roof, and several antennas can be seen erected in the middle of the courtyard, which must be the command department!

  Afghanistan is not a sheep to be slaughtered at will. Although the Soviet Union is still a huge red empire, Afghans are not afraid! Invaders, either leave or die!

  Muhammad led these dozen or so people forward quietly on the streets of the small town.

  Footsteps were heard from ahead, Muhammad raised his right hand, and the people behind him followed suit, crouching down on one side of the low wall.

  A patrol of soldiers, wearing sturdy military boots and carrying guns, walked past them, with the leader holding a flashlight that kept shining in all directions.

  If it were aimed at one of their own people, they would have to launch a preemptive strike. Each person quietly placed their index finger on the trigger, waiting.

  The flashlight didn't shine over here, and this group of soldiers continued moving forward along the street ahead.

  Muhammad let out a sigh of relief, if the battle were to start from here, those people in the command center would receive an early warning and might even run away ahead of time, and his own raid would not be able to be completed perfectly.

  After walking a few more streets, the rumble of diesel generators was heard ahead, and a sea of lights illuminated the area, indicating that the command center had been reached.

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