Chapter 94: Sneak Attack on the Command Center

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  The mountain roads in Afghanistan are difficult to access, so there is no power supply within the mountains. The transmission lines cannot be erected from the high mountains due to the high cost. As a command center, it requires a lot of electricity, so here is powered by a generator car.

  The bright lights here contrast with the rest of the place, making it easy to determine that this is the command center.

  In the darkness, Muhammad made a gesture to his men, who crouched quietly there, waiting.

  Muhammad brought Fakhim, slowly approaching the command post of the guards from the corner of the wall. There were probably about a platoon of soldiers, after all, the outer defenses were already very tight, and this place was not big, with many people, they couldn't even stand.

  The most guards were at the main gate, while next to the power car, there were only two sentries standing guard. The two sentries were holding guns and lowering their heads, with helmets covering their heads.

  As expected, he was asleep! Muhammad slowly walked past from the dark wall.

  One step at a time, Muhammad and Fahim suddenly dodged behind the power car, then slowly approached the two Soviet soldiers.

  With the shining military knife in his hand, Muhammad slowly stretched out his left hand from behind and suddenly covered the mouth of the tall Soviet soldier. The soldier was startled awake and just wanted to struggle when he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

  Muhammad's right hand had already inserted the military knife into his chest. When the knife was inserted, a gurgling sound came from the other person's throat, and then Muhammad's right hand turned, and the knife thoroughly stirred up a big hole in the opponent's chest.

  The other person's body went limp, and Muhammad dragged him with his arm. He dragged the other person into the dark shadow of the power car.

  Fahim also neatly took out another guard and watched as Muhammad sprang quickly onto the power car.

  A high-powered diesel engine drove a three-phase generator, and as Muhammad looked at the four output wires on the sturdy generator - three live wires and one neutral wire - he had a new idea.

  Originally, he had planned to destroy the generator and cut off their power supply, but now Muhammad had a better idea. He pulled on the thinnest transmission line with force, it wasn't very tightly connected, and was easily pulled down by Muhammad. Then, he connected it to a nearby terminal.

  Three-phase generator, three thick wires are live wires. One thin wire is zero line, the voltage between two live wires is 380V. The voltage between live wire and zero line is 220V, users use one live wire and one zero line with a voltage of 220V. Now Muhammad forcibly connected the zero line to the live wire, changing the voltage for the user.

  Inside the command post, a 200-watt bulb hung from the ceiling, illuminating the room brightly. A row of wireless radios were working in a tense and orderly manner.

  Suddenly, the light bulb on the ceiling went out, and the sudden darkness made everyone uncomfortable. They almost subconsciously turned their heads and looked up at the light bulb on the ceiling.

  The light bulb suddenly brightened again in an instant, and its brightness exceeded the previous one at this moment. Then, "ding", the light bulb made a slight sound.

  Countless shards of glass shot out from the location of the light bulb, and several Soviet men who were closest to it let out a blood-curdling scream.

  The light bulb is powered by a 220-volt power source. When the voltage exceeds 250 volts, the filament will be burned out instantly. When it exceeds 300 volts, the incandescent tungsten wire will melt and drip onto the glass at the bottom of the bulb, making a hissing sound, burning a hole in the glass. If it exceeds 350 volts, the large amount of heat accumulated in a short time will completely turn the light bulb into a bomb, causing the glass to shatter instantly and fly in all directions. Although its power is not comparable to that of a hand grenade, this sudden situation can catch people off guard.

  At the same time, those wireless radios also started smoking instantly.

  "Logistics troops!" Kurikov shouted: "Power failure, quickly restore power supply."

  At this moment, Kurikov knew that there was a problem with the power supply system. It was a power accident caused by unstable voltage of the generator. As he shouted, two technical soldiers in the room ran out.

  "Bang." Just then, a gunshot was heard from outside.

  After Muhammad destroyed the electrical equipment with the generator, he jumped off from this power car and immediately pulled the trigger.

  With the sound of gunfire, two Soviet soldiers who were hiding on the rooftop were instantly shot and fell down from above.

  The gunshot was the signal. In the darkness, Osama raised his own K rifle and fired at the Soviet soldier standing guard opposite him.

  Bullets swept over like a stormy rain, the Soviet sentry who was caught off guard was instantly hit by intense bullets and fell down with a miserable cry.

  The Soviet machine gunner on the roof reacted, lying on the roof, pulling the bolt, and the machine gun in his hand made a "da-da-da" sound, a burst of bullets sweeping towards Osama's direction.

  Suddenly, his body shook, and another hole appeared on his head. The machine gun in his hand fell powerlessly to the ground.

  In the distance, Khwaja continued to rotate the barrel of his gun, aiming at the next target. To him, these Soviets in front of him were all lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

  One shot, then another, Soviet soldiers facing attack in the dark, amazingly unaware that a sniper was still out there, taking their lives.

  The machine gun on the other side was knocked out, and the pressure on the guerrilla force was suddenly relieved. Osama and others rushed out of their hiding place and rushed into the yard in a few steps.

  Osama's body quickly recoiled back into the compound just as he had jumped out.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat." Flames licked at the window, and the people inside reacted instantly, taking cover in the sturdy room to resist. They only needed to hold out for a minute, or even just a few dozen seconds, until the Soviet soldiers, alerted by the sound of gunfire, would come rushing from all directions.

  Damn guerrillas, they actually mixed into the town and dared to want to launch a sneak attack on our command center! Hiding behind a solid brick wall, Kurikov calmly directed the battle.

  Inside the room were command personnel, most of whom were unarmed; only a few had pistols. The only automatic weapons were the two K-74s carried by the guards, who hid behind windows and fired continuously at the Afghan guerrillas jumping in from outside.

  Although they were ambushed, their reaction was also swift. After fighting for several years on the battlefield in Afghanistan, the 108th Division had been honed.

  The Soviet soldiers guarding outside the town were rushing back quickly, and Osama and others had already heard the distant chaotic footsteps.

  "Grenade!" Osama shouted, pulling out a grenade, pulling the pin and throwing it inside.

  The aim was very high, the grenade flew over the wall and rolled in through the window.

  In a confined space, the power of a hand grenade explosion will increase, and the flying shrapnel will wipe out many people inside.

  Kurikov heard a gurgling sound and looked down to see something that made his eyes widen in shock.

  "Grenade!" Kurikov shouted: "Take cover!"

  The room was so small that it was impossible to escape the blast, and just as Kurikov shouted for everyone to retreat at the same time, a wireless telegraph operator rushed up and covered the grenade with his own body.

  "Boom!" The grenade exploded, and the flying shrapnel all pierced into the body of this wireless soldier. With the blast of air, his body almost flew up half a meter high, before heavily crashing back down.

  "Kovych!" Kurikov shouted, if it weren't for this young warrior, the people in the room would have fallen down in droves.

  Kurkov's eyes turned blood red, he ran a few steps to the window and fired his pistol non-stop at the outside.

  Damn guerrillas! Kurikov was furious beyond measure.

  "We can't get in, let's retreat!" Lamai yelled: "If we don't leave now, we'll be surrounded."

  He hadn't expected the Soviet resistance to be so strong, and as he listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer in the distance, Lamelle began to feel a little anxious.

  "Even if we all die, we must destroy the Soviet command center!" When Ramay heard that Osama wanted to retreat, he immediately became serious: "For jihad, we are not afraid of death! We absolutely will not be cowards!"

  "Coach Muhammad told us that we can only eliminate the enemy if we protect ourselves well! Ramil wanted to say this, but didn't. The people around him were all casting contemptuous glances at him."

  "For holy war, charge in!" Osama said, raising his own rifle and preparing to rush back through the doorway where bullets were flying.

  "Hum, hum." Just then, the roar of an engine came from behind.

  Turning their heads back, the first thing they saw was the rear end of a truck, which was currently driving backwards at high speed, and the driver was so crazy!

  Looking at the car's reversing route, it was right here on our side. If we didn't dodge, who knows, in the next moment, we would be knocked to the ground and crushed under the wheels.

  Just as Osama was hesitating, a loud shout came from the car: "Get in quickly!"

  The other party spoke not in Russian but pure Afghan language. The guerrilla fighters were overjoyed at once, it was Fashim!

  "Quickly, retreat!" At this time, Osama also gave up his insistence. He only listened to Muhammad's command. Now the one on the car was Fahim, and the one who started the vehicle must be Muhammad!

  The barefoot guerrillas stepped on the stone-paved road and rushed towards the truck at a rapid pace, just as the truck screeched to a halt with a hiss of brakes.

  At the street corner, a group of Soviet soldiers had appeared. When they saw the situation on this side, they immediately crouched down, formed a combat formation, held their K-74 rifles, and were about to shoot in this direction.

  "Fire at will!" came Muhammad's voice from the driver's cabin.

  "I understand." At this time, Fakhim, who was sitting in the truck bed with a smile on his face, had a twin 23mm anti-aircraft gun in front of him!