Chapter 96: Invincible

  The guerrilla fighter who had just jumped onto the vehicle immediately lowered his body and lay on the side of the car, the Soviet-made military truck was sturdy, and the rear carriage was even made of steel plate, which could block 5.54mm bullets with ease.

  The bullets hit the car body, making a loud "dang" sound, with sparks flying everywhere.

  Some bullets hit the anti-aircraft guns and changed direction, becoming stray bullets.

  Fahim felt a burning pain in his arm, he knew he was hit, but his arm continued to turn the direction machine, the 23mm anti-aircraft gun barrel quickly turned sideways.

  Those Soviet soldiers were still firing, but when they saw the barrel pointing at them, they suddenly felt a little scared. Just as they hesitated whether to continue firing or retreat, the twin-barreled 23mm anti-aircraft gun fired again.

  "Boom! Boom!" A burst of flame erupted from the muzzle, standing out starkly in the darkness. Then, a tracer shell flew towards them.

  When they saw the shells drawing arcs in the darkness, no one was willing to stay and wait for death. They picked up their guns, crouched down, and ran away in all directions.

  "Boom!" Unfortunately, they were one step too late.

  The first 23mm shell landed right at their feet, and when the fuze of the high-explosive shell detonated, shrapnel flew in all directions, immediately piercing the bodies of several Soviet soldiers standing nearby.

  They let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground. Then, a second grenade flew over to another person's side.

  "Boom!" Another explosion, and the man's head was gone in an instant. The upper half of his body was also blown away, leaving only two legs that continued to twitch uncontrollably.

  "Boom! Boom!" Fahim stepped on the firing pedal, his right hand rotating the direction machine, the barrel slowly rotating and firing.

  The shells of the anti-aircraft gun were mercilessly reaping the lives of Soviet soldiers. At the same time, the trucks were also speeding away.

  This is the center, countless Soviet soldiers are rushing here quickly, no matter how many Soviets were killed here, if they can't retreat intact, the mission won't be considered a success.

  This operation is no longer a guerrilla warfare, but a special operation.

  Mohammed floored it. The truck sped down the narrow streets of Rouha town.

  He turned a corner and from the rooftop of a house next to him, a man jumped down, Hwaja holding his own sniper rifle, directly jumping onto the truck's cargo bed.

  "Change magazines!" Muhammad shouted from the front.

  The anti-aircraft gun had just fired dozens of rounds, and the ammunition was almost used up. Next, they might encounter another battle. This anti-aircraft gun had become a necessary weapon for them to escape from here. Now, during the interval between battles, what they needed most was to replace the new ammo box.

  In the roar of the engine, Muhammad's voice was very clear, but after hearing Muhammad's words, Fahim looked bewildered.

  Where is the ammo box? Where is the ammo box? The anti-aircraft gun in front of him. It's just a lump of iron, and the ammo box can't be found at all.

  "Khawaja, come and drive!" Muhammad shouted.

  Changing drivers while moving was almost impossible to do, and there were no Soviet soldiers in sight. Muhammad stepped on the brake with one foot.

  "Whoa!" With the sound of air escaping, the massive wheels came to a stop. Muhammad jumped down from the driver's cab and quickly climbed up onto the carriage, while Khwaja easily slipped into the driver's cab.

  "Clang." Muhammad unloaded the ammunition box from the rear of the anti-aircraft gun, and indeed, the shells inside were all gone.

  A new shell came up from the floor of the carriage and Muhammad loaded it swiftly into the breech.

  The Type 85 anti-aircraft gun is a complete copy of the Soviet model, with an identical ammunition box that holds 50 rounds. It's a 23mm caliber anti-aircraft gun, which is different from anti-aircraft machine guns. Its firing rate isn't very high, and when facing a single target, it can only fire around ten or so rounds after aiming before shooting. However, the power of its shells far exceeds that of 12.7mm and 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine guns. If just one shell explodes near an enemy aircraft, it's enough to bring it down. When attacking ground targets, in fact, only two or three shells are needed to completely destroy them.

  Muhammad changed into a new cartridge box, Fashim came down from the launch position, like a lawnmower, and changed into another cartridge box.

  Fahim's leadership ability is very strong, and Fahim can operate this artillery to shoot at the target after Muhammad simply taught him. Now, Muhammad has only demonstrated once, and Fahim has already learned how to load ammunition. This guy is a born warrior.

  "Rumble, rumble." A violent shaking sound came from behind. Muhammad's gaze turned around and saw a huge iron monster quickly approaching from the corner of the street. The high barrel was turning towards Muhammad's truck.

  T-62 tank!

  Tanks were deployed as roadblocks on street corners, and after discovering that fighting had broken out here, the tanks began to move towards the division headquarters. As a result, it was discovered that the division headquarters had been reduced to ruins. The enraged tank soldiers chased all the way here.

  Behind them came tanks! Everyone's heart skipped a beat at once.

  If it were an infantry fighting vehicle, the 23mm anti-aircraft gun could easily penetrate its armor. However, this is a tank! The thick armor cannot be handled by the 23mm anti-aircraft gun, and the opponent's 115mm smoothbore cannon can send this anti-aircraft truck to heaven at any time!

  The only advantage of high cannon trucks is speed.

  Khawaja, who was in the front seat, also knew that things were getting out of hand. He floored it, and the engine roared as the massive truck zigzagged through the narrow streets like a cheetah.

  Two strong arms kept twisting the steering wheel, and the car body swayed slightly from side to side as the front wheels turned.

  "...Squeak, squeak, squeak..." Amidst the ear-piercing screeching sounds of the tires scraping against the ground, the truck suddenly turned into another street. The rear end collided with a wall on one side of the street, leaving a long scratch mark.

  "Boom!" A loud noise came from behind, and the tank had already fired its cannon.

  "Boom!" The shell exploded just a few meters behind the truck, and the blast almost overturned the vehicle. Everyone crouched under the carriage, relying on the protection of the carriage's sideboards to avoid being hit by shrapnel.

  "Hurry up! Hurry up!" The guerrilla fighters shouted non-stop.

  In front of them, a temporary roadblock set up by the Soviets appeared, with barbed wire and wooden fences trying to stop the truck. More than a dozen Soviet soldiers stood on both sides of the roadblock, holding guns and firing fiercely at the truck in front of them.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat..." The guerrilla fighters on the vehicle simultaneously poked their heads out and opened fire at the opposite side.

  Khawaja didn't slow down, continuing to charge forward, only lowering his head when bullets flew by, letting the helmet completely cover his head.

  The glass in front of him suddenly developed a series of cracks that spread across the surface, and the bullet was heading straight for Khwaja's body.

  His body was subjected to a severe impact, and Khwaja felt a sharp pain in his chest as if he had been hit by a large hammer. If it weren't for the bulletproof insert plate, there would have been several blood holes on his body at this time.

  "Bang!" A crash was heard from the front of the truck, and in just a few seconds, the truck had already passed through the roadblock and continued to drive forward.

  "Die, Soviet!" Looking at the Soviets still firing next to the roadblock, Muhammad sat on the high cannon position, framed the Soviets with the front sight, and then fiercely pressed down the firing pedal.

  When shooting at aerial targets, the other side's aiming hand needs to input various data into the sight, such as the target's heading, speed and slant distance. When operating this kind of anti-aircraft gun, two people are needed, but now Muhammad just laid the anti-aircraft gun flat to deal with ground enemies, which greatly simplified the work, and since the distance is very close, even without aiming, there is a high accuracy.

  "Boom, boom, boom!" Several 23mm grenades exploded at the Soviet position, and instantly the Soviets let out a chorus of miserable cries. A few people were hit, their bodies torn apart in an instant. The rest saw their comrades' miserable state, abandoned resistance, and immediately retreated to the rear.

  "Rumble, rumble." That tank, which had been lurking in the shadows, was now following again from behind. Muhammad took a glance at the approaching tank, his right hand passing through the gearshift to adjust the speed setting on top, although much slower than an airplane, still requiring some lead time.

  He twisted a bit, Muhammad turned back, staring tightly at the sight, his two hands continuously turning the elevation and traverse wheels, the crosshairs pressed onto the top of the opposing tank's turret, then he stepped on the firing pedal.

  "Boom, boom, boom." As Muhammad stepped on the firing pedal, the anti-aircraft gun transmitted a rhythmic vibration, the shock absorber of the swivel mount shook constantly, and a string of shells flew by.

  Did you really think you were invincible? The commander of the Soviet tank stared at the tKh3 day and night with a pair of periscopes, looking at the truck in front through the infrared headlights. The opponent actually dared to use high artillery to bombard themselves. Did they really naively think that 23mm high artillery would be a threat to this tank? The thick armor of the tank can completely block the opponent's shell attack!

  "Range eighty, speed three, one No. 11 grenade." The car commander shouted: "Prepare to fire."

  The loader skillfully loaded the shell into the breech, while the gunner had already begun to aim at the truck in front through the ТШ2Б41У telescopic sight on the other side. The previous shell had just been deflected, and this one couldn't have any deviation.

  Almost at the same time, the shells of the anti-aircraft guns on the opposite side had already flown over and hit the outer armor, making a loud noise.