Chapter 55 Machine Guns Firing, Missiles Exploding

  "Fire!" Muhammad shouted loudly, and then pressed the firing button.

  "Rat-a-tat-a..." With Muhammad's operation, the machine gun emitted a burst of thunder, 12.7mm bullets, like a waterfall, poured into the sky.

  Muhammad tightly pressed the crosshairs on the plane's center, firing nonstop, firing!

  The bullet soared into the sky, tracing a beautiful arc as it flew towards the plane.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat." Several bullets whizzed through the wing of the T-8, punching out several holes.

  "There's an organic gun emplacement underground, pull up immediately!" The voice of pilot Belyaev from another plane came through the headphones. The pilot of the lead T-8 aircraft, Krysevich, did not pull up immediately, but instead lowered the nose of the plane and switched on the rocket pods.

  If it's pulled up now, just exposing the flat skin to the opponent's machine gun is considered getting up, and the abdomen will definitely have to come again with a dozen more holes.

  Chris Witcher believed that this plane was a flying tank and several high-flying machine gun bullets would not cause any damage to himself.

  Come on! Afghan guerrillas! Now that we've found you, there's no need to bomb the villages anymore!

  Fega and Sorinovich were killed by rocket fire in Jalalabad, these two planes, no one came to fly, waited for more than a month, only then did two new pilots come over, these two people, not from the flight test institute, but from the air force of Eastern Europe.

  The test pilots were too precious, and the loss of two made the heads of the flight test institute regretful. They shouldn't have sent their own people up! They had trained a number of frontline pilots, and these two were the first to complete their training and were dispatched here.

  The two men had different experiences, the front Chriswich had tangled with NATO air forces several times and his psychological endurance was also very strong, while the back Belyaev was just a rookie with less than 500 hours of total flight time.

  Kriesel's T-8 aircraft began its dive, heading straight for the anti-aircraft gun emplacements, with smoke billowing from the rocket launchers under its wings.

  "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." Only three were fired before Kri?tof pulled up quickly - the smoke from this rocket was too big and sucked into the engine, which could easily cause the engine to stall.

  "Durrani!" Muhammad shouted, watching as the rocket-propelled grenade soared towards Durrani's position. In an instant, the heavy machine gun was enveloped in flames and smoke, and suddenly cries went up.

  Damn the Soviets! Muhammad knew he was the next Soviet target here, and didn't flinch. He pushed his machine gun forward, barrel raised, chasing after the rising T-8 plane, continuing to fire.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat..." The bullets caught up with the plane, shooting out holes one by one in the tail, and the rudder at the back was also hit several times.

  Chris Witch felt a tremor in the fuselage, and the tail section transmitted a rhythmic swing, knowing that the rudder was damaged. He pushed down on the control stick, and suddenly his heart rose again. This plane is really too sturdy, and the control is still as before!

  T-8 makes a circle in the sky and slides down again. The other machine gun position appears on the underline.

  In front of the Soviet army with absolute weapon advantage, the Afghan guerrillas could only be slaughtered objects! Chriswich thought in his heart and continued to press the button on the operating lever.

  "Whoosh, whoosh." As the rocket pods fired from under the wings, Chriswitch's body involuntarily wanted to lean back, but the seatback held him firmly in place. All he could do was watch as several bullets appeared on his windshield.

  A 12.7mm machine gun bullet accurately hit the windshield of the T-8, and if it could penetrate the glass, Chriswich would have been shot dead in his seat, but now that sturdy glass blocked the bullet, Chriswich was unscathed, only startled with a cold sweat.

  Machine guns continued to roar, boom, boom, boom!

  He had already aimed at the plane, and the bullets were shot onto the body of that plane, punching out holes one by one. However, the plane was still flying.

  Thick smoke burst out from under the wing, and several rockets shot towards him.

  Withdraw! Muhammad knew that if he didn't leave, he would soon be turned to ashes along with the machine gun. He retreated backward and only then saw Lilith standing behind him.

  Lilith was apparently frightened out of her wits, facing the incoming rocket projectile, and didn't move at all.

  Muhammad wiped the sweat, this woman, when did she stand behind herself? If it was a Soviet soldier who came up, he would have given himself a bullet and killed himself.

  "Run fast!" Muhammad shouted loudly, and this shout awakened Lilith.

  Unfortunately, it was too late. Those several rockets, with a whistling sound and hot flow, were right in front of them.

  "Look out!" Muhammad continued to shout loudly, rushing forward and embracing Lili, throwing himself on top of her.

  It was almost an instinctive action, and even Muhammad didn't think about why he wanted to make such a move, why he wanted to use his own body to protect this woman.

  He was the instructor of the guerrilla team, commanding the guerrilla team to win victory after victory. This girl is a Red Cross volunteer, and her life is much more important than his own. It's not worth it to trade his own death for this girl's life. Muhamed didn't think about these things. In his past military career, there was an idea deeply etched in his mind: as a soldier, he should protect his country and people.

  Muhammad hugged Lili, pounced, originally just wanted to press her under his own body, but here is a slope, Lili after falling, involuntarily slid down the slope.

  Like this, Muhammad held Lili and rolled on the hillside for an unknown number of times. He only knew that rockets exploded beside him, only knew that the blast wave almost blew him into the air, only knew that the ground shook, almost damaging his internal organs, and flying rocks and shrapnel flew past his body.

  Finally, they rolled to the bottom of the hill. Muhammad looked at Lirien, whose eyes were closed and forehead was bleeding, and couldn't help but get anxious, shaking her body and calling out: "Lirien, Lirien!"

  The Afghan anti-Soviet struggle was not a lonely one, with many people supporting them from behind the scenes, including great powers' game of interests and personal friendships, such as Lili in front of me, who came completely voluntarily, but ended up sleeping here forever.

  Muhammad felt a sense of bitter regret that he had still been unable to protect Lilith, this young girl who had died in the bombing by the Soviets.

  "Venom missile, fire! Avenge Lilith, avenge Duranni!" Muhammad shouted.

  The machine gun position has already fired two rounds, and the poisonous thorn missile must also have had a chance, but not one was launched, Muhammad is getting angry.

  Just after shouting, Muhammad suddenly felt a wetness on his cheek, followed by a "poof" sound.

  Lily was smiling at herself with a pleased expression, having just kissed her own face.

  "Muhammad, I like you. Actually, I heard about your story and came here to be a volunteer." Lilies is a bold Western girl, speaking directly: "I want to marry you."

  Lilith's eyes, full of tenderness, gazed at Muhammad, hoping that Muhammad would return a kiss to her, and then the two would embrace, beginning physical intimacy, how romantic it would be amidst this war!

  But her beautiful illusion was immediately shattered, Muhammad jumped up and rushed to the side of a nearby guerrilla, took over the shoulder-fired missile.

  The guerrilla had already taken aim at the plane, but the missile didn't fire. When Muhammad brought it over, he was furious - the thermal battery hadn't been activated, how could it possibly lock on!

  Training and actual combat are two different things. During training, the thermoelectric battery is not connected. Once it's connected, it's in a state of emission. If it's just a drill, several times will exhaust the power of the thermoelectric battery, and you'll have to replace the battery again. At least for now, the guerrilla team doesn't have a spare power source.

  As a result, these guerrilla fighters were just like in training when they went into battle, without even activating their thermal batteries! Muhammad couldn't help but feel dissatisfied, and now he had to train them again in actual combat.

  Muhammad skillfully operated it, at this time, another T-8 attack aircraft was flying towards this side.

  The first T-8 attack aircraft took out two anti-aircraft machine gun positions, but the plane was riddled with holes and had to return. The second one came down again for another pass, if there were still guerrilla fighters, it would continue to use rockets to attack.

  The plane flew from between the two mountains to the valley in front, and pilot Byeryev carefully observed that just now Krysvich's battle results were not bad, and he couldn't fall too far behind either. At least he had to take out a few guerrillas!

  Below were the yellow barren mountains, and those guerrillas seemed to have vanished into thin air in an instant. Byeryov wanted to pull up, his mission was not yet completed, and the bombs hung under the wing had to be thrown onto the village ahead that supported the guerrillas.

  "Boom." Just then, a sudden explosion came from behind him. With the explosion, the aircraft shook violently and countless warning lights flashed on the instrument panel in front of him.

  The left leg is numb!

  Hydraulic oil leakage causes fire!

  The fire extinguishing device is starting!

  Damn it! What kind of weapon is this?! Byliev cursed, meanwhile starting to rapidly control the plane, shutting off the left engine, putting out the fire, pulling up!

  Muhammad on the ground, looking at the T-8 swaying in the sky, drilled into the front mountain range, helplessly spreading his hands, T-8, Su-25 which has not yet taken shape, the anti-strike capability on the battlefield is really too strong!