Chapter 57: The Three Treasures of Guerrilla Warfare
Muhammad smiled bitterly in his heart, didn't stay, and ran to the front of those donkeys. The Americans did not follow, it was completely Afghans who transported them through donkeys.
He opened the box and looked at what was inside, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed, this was truly a timely rain!
It has been exposed here, Muhammad ordered the guerrillas to transfer, and at the same time, he took ten boxes of new weapons, carried them on horseback, Du Ci and Tao Shi were also taken together, and a dozen or so guerrilla members were brought along. Muhammad made another attack.
To avoid Soviet checkpoints, Muhammad spent more than a day getting here.
The Soviets had blocked the main passes into the mountains, but it was impossible to block every single goat path. Muhammad led these dozen guerrilla fighters on horseback over a very long route through the mountains and appeared near the base.
Hiding behind a large rock, Muhammad was scrutinizing with binoculars.
This is an air force base, with very strict defense and various sentry posts scattered around. It's hard to get close within three kilometers, and every 15 minutes, a fleet of cars patrols the perimeter, so you can only get as close as five kilometers away.
Last time, Muhammad stole an armored vehicle and disguised himself as a Soviet, breaking into the air force base. Since then, the Soviets have obviously strengthened their guard. The same mistake will not be made twice by the Soviets.
It's just the right time to unleash the power of these weapons in my hands! Muhammad took a glance, and here is 8 kilometers away from the air force base, which is exactly the maximum range of the weapons in his hand. He doesn't need to get any closer. Moreover, he can retreat calmly after the attack.
"Take apart the box," Muhammad said: "Move out all the things inside."
As he spoke, Muhammad walked a few steps to the right, where the rocks were very flat and could serve as a simple launch pad.
He pulled out a bayonet, and with a strong right hand, Osama pried open the lid of the box. Inside were some straw, in the center of which two rocket projectiles lay quietly.
Osama put the dagger back at his waist and with both hands holding a rocket grenade, he walked out of the box towards Muhammad's direction.
The shell was not heavy, less than twenty kilograms, and for people of this era, one hand could lift it up.
"Come, put it here." Muhammad said to Osama.
Osama put the rocket on the ground and watched as Muhamed stuck two wires to the bottom of the rocket with tape, then started gesturing with a ruler, suddenly becoming very curious.
Mohammed said, "Osama, our guerrilla force has three magic weapons, do you know what they are?"
What are the three treasures? Osama thought for a moment, AKM rifle, reliable performance, low price, everywhere, this counts as one. RPG rocket launcher, convenient to carry, enough to penetrate T-62 armor at close range, this also counts as one, but what is the third one? SVD? Only a few people use it, 12.7mm machine gun? It doesn't seem to be either.
"The third weapon is this 107 rocket!" Muhammad said: "Today is the day when the air force base on the opposite side will be completely destroyed!"
107 rockets! These were brought by Americans, but looking at the Chinese characters on the box, Muhammad knew they came from an Eastern country.
On the anti-Soviet battlefield in Afghanistan, the Americans provided weapons with all their might, even going so far as to spend money to buy them from other countries and transport them over. The Eastern countries also happened to have a demand for this, and it was a perfect match.
The 107 rocket is a characteristic product of the Eastern superpower, with a slightly larger caliber, such as the 122mm rocket, which is too heavy, weighing 50 kilograms per rocket, making it impossible for a single soldier to carry. On the other hand, if the caliber is smaller, such as 70mm, the lethality is limited. Comprehensive factors have determined that this type of rocket is a large cannon for individual soldiers.
Four tubes, eight tubes, twelve tubes, can be combined arbitrarily, as long as it is pulled by a mule or horse, fully adapted to the tactics of hit-and-run, mounted on an off-road jeep or pickup truck, this is a self-propelled rocket artillery, and also can be used in single tube, even in extreme situations, without launch tubes, it can still fire!
Muhammad from the future, when he was in special forces, had already mastered this skill. Now is the time for such rocket projectiles to come into play!
Ten boxes, twenty rocket shells, enough to cover the airport across! Muhamed's hand was only a small guerrilla team, but for the Soviet people, he would not show any mercy! What's the big deal about planes and artillery? I'll still beat you up!
At such a distance, the Soviets were completely unguarded and it was impossible for them to have searched an area of eight kilometers around.
All aiming is done with this special ruler, Muhammad refocused his attention on the card, one by one, the rockets were lined up, all of which had wires stuck to them with adhesive tape. Then, Muhammad carefully adjusted them one by one, occasionally adding thin stone chips to the front end of the rocket, and got them stable, it took a full five minutes.
Later, after teaching all the guerrilla members, each controlling two, it will be much faster. Muhammad put down the card and gestured for everyone to retreat.
Twenty rocket shells, very spectacular when launched, but also extremely dangerous. If you accidentally enter the tail area, you will be burned to ashes immediately.
The wires were connected, Muhammad held several batteries, now, as soon as Muhammad connects the wires, these rockets will fly out in an instant.
To hell with the Soviets! Just as Muhammad was about to connect the wires, a rumbling sound came from afar.
He looked up and saw a large four-engine plane flying from the north, with its distinctive T-shaped tail, the four suspended engines, and the navigator's cabin at the front bottom, which allowed Muhamed to recognize it instantly - Ilyushin-76!
This is a heavy-duty long-range transport aircraft that can carry more than 40 tons of cargo, with a takeoff weight of over 100 tons, and is at the same level as the US C-141 transport aircraft.
Muhammad is very familiar with this transport plane, in his previous life, this kind of plane was also the only large aircraft in his hometown, he had trained parachuting on this plane, knowing that this big guy can bring more than 100 people at a time, and even add a main battle tank.
In the current Afghan war, the Soviets used this transport plane mainly for force transportation of personnel. There were at least a company of Soviet soldiers in the belly of this transport plane!
Now that we've met, we can't give up!
Muhammad loosened his grip and said to Osama behind him, "Osama, take it. After you see me make a move, you connect the detonator. This is an order."
"Yes." Osama replied immediately, knowing how urgent the situation was. He watched as Muhamaad picked up a toxic-tipped missile and took off with two guerrilla fighters, sprinting forward quickly.
That big plane is getting closer and closer.
Inside the transport plane, it's absolutely not as comfortable as inside a passenger plane. Due to poor sound insulation, the roar of the engines penetrates into the cabin, stimulating everyone's eardrums. Those who have never taken a transport plane before will soon become dizzy and disoriented.
At this time, inside the Il-76 transport plane, more than a hundred soldiers were seated neatly and tidily. Their mountain camouflage uniforms were clean and tidy, with a special pattern on the side of their sleeves, representing that this unit was very special.
Team A, arriving in Afghanistan for this mission, is a test for them, not just to complete the task successfully, but also quickly!
The captain Krimikov looked at his own warriors, all the way here, they have been maintaining their strong combat effectiveness, they are elite soldiers, and a powerful fist of the KGB!
"We have arrived at Jalalabad Air Base, three turns to land, please get ready." The voice of the captain came from the cockpit.
The plane came from the north and the runway at Jalalabad base is east-west, so the plane had to make a circle while descending in order to land.
The green instrument panel, with nearly a hundred instruments densely packed on it, the iron operating lever, the paint at the bottom was all worn out, the Soviet captain steadily operated the plane, circling in the air above the airport.
Landing at an unknown airport is already a hazardous operation, and the runway here was too short. The Il-76 has excellent short takeoff and landing capabilities, which also put the flight crew to the test.
He slowly released the throttle, pushed the control stick and stepped on the rudder. The over 100-ton transport plane turned under his operation, aligning with the runway.
That big plane just flew over our heads!
Mohammed panted heavily, he had run from eight kilometers away to three kilometers away, this distance was already very close, so close that they could be discovered by the Soviets at any time!
Muhammad didn't hesitate, when he ran here, quickly took down the poisonous thorn missile on his back, put it on his shoulder, and then quickly and skillfully carried out the pre-launch steps.
Activate battery, activate guidance head, liquid nitrogen cooling, search, track target, continuously track until lock-on!
Muhammad did all this skillfully, his whole energy was here, without noticing the surroundings at all.
Durrani and Aga were a bit tense, a BMP infantry fighting vehicle was coming out of the airport, it was another patrol, and its patrol was heading in the direction of Muhammad's three people.
Dulani looked at the AKM rifle in his hand, and that infantry fighting vehicle was not a threat to him. The heavy machine gun had been destroyed, and Dulani, the machine gunner, had become a soldier with an automatic rifle again.
Protect the instructor! Dulaney and Aga crouched in a kneeling position, waiting at any moment to be discovered by that infantry fighting vehicle and open fire on each other. If necessary, even with their own lives, they had to give the instructor an opportunity to shoot!
"A click." A familiar soft sound came from the earpiece, and Muhammad pulled the trigger.
"Boom." Along with the sound, a hot current came from the tail, and in front of it, a poisonous dart missile flew into the sky.
