Chapter 65: Unable to Land

  Along with the wind, the smell was so strong that it reached Muhammad's ears. He didn't hesitate and galloped towards there on his horse.

  As soon as he passed through the gorge entrance and entered the valley, Muhammad saw the cave on the other side.

  At this time, a stream of blood flowed together into a small brook and flowed out from the mouth of the cave.

  Damn the Soviets! In an instant, Muhammad thought it was done by the Soviets. He rushed to the cave entrance on horseback and walked in. Suddenly, he was stunned.

  There were nearly thirty corpses lying horizontally and vertically, their bodies still warm, indicating that they had died less than an hour ago.

  They are all Tajik guerrillas, although they are of different ethnicities, they are also forces fighting against the Soviet Union and objects of unity for Muhammad.

  Looking at the corpses of these people, Muhammad's mood was heavy. Winter is a time for truce, are the Soviets going to take advantage of this opportunity to annihilate Afghanistan's guerrilla forces?

  It was here that they were caught by the Soviets in the early hours of the morning, and not a single Soviet was spared... Muhammad looked down and found half a roasted chicken on the ground.

  At that moment, Muhammad remembered Khwaja's report. James shot a pheasant, roasted and ate it, then got lost...

  Various clues, in a flash of inspiration, had just been transmitted to Muhammad's brain, and Muhammad linked all these clues together.

  James took a wrong turn and ended up here, and behind him, Soviet special forces were still following!

  It's obvious that the Soviet special forces team following James is searching for their own!

  This mountain is the domain of guerrilla fighters, and yet the Soviets are looking for trouble by coming here! Luckily last night James brought them here. If James hadn't roasted a mountain chicken and followed the transport team back to their base, I'm afraid the Soviets would have found us last night!

  There is no body of James among these corpses, he must have been taken away by the Soviets. After all, James was an American, and the Soviets would be able to extract more intelligence from him!

  Muhammad turned around and walked out.

  They won't get far in less than an hour, and we can catch up with them and rescue James!

  Thinking of this, Muhammad turned around and walked out of the cave.

  The sky cleared, and all around was a vast expanse of white. Muhammad hadn't yet mounted his horse, and he asked Duranni, "Duranni, where is the most open area nearby that would be suitable for a helicopter to take off and land?"

  Helicopter? Although Duranni didn't know what the instructor was thinking, he said: "After crossing this valley, there is a flat area in the middle of the mountain waist on the other side. Whether a helicopter can take off and land, I don't know."

  "Go, take the road at once!" Muhammad said.

  They've caught James, they must be taking him back. This mountain is too winding, the Soviets will definitely use a helicopter to take James away.

  Muhammad looks at problems from the simplest and most critical place.

  When he came out of this valley, Muhammad quietly pulled the reins of his horse.

  Through high-powered military binoculars, Muhamaad could see the middle of that mountain slope, and indeed there was a natural rock, very flat, suitable for helicopter takeoff and landing, only this valley's airflow is too complex and changeable, it's very difficult to take off and land helicopters here.

  This time out, I brought only one poison dart missile, it's best if the Soviets don't send two helicopters.

  Behind the rock, Muhammad saw a dozen or so people, all wearing white snow combat suits, but the buttons on their clothes were made of metal, also white, and in the sunlight now, they just reflected the sun's rays.

  Among them, two people were being held in custody. One of them had a wounded arm with blood flowing from inside, while the other was unharmed but looked extremely dejected - it was James!

  Seeing James, Muhammad felt at ease. Although it was all because of this guy's gluttony, if something really happened to him, the boss of Baishawu would be dissatisfied with himself. Now, with just over a dozen Soviet soldiers, Muhammad could easily deal with them.

  Climbing up from the foot of a mountain is not a good choice, as long as the people above have some defense, shooting down a burst of bullets will cause significant losses.

  So, the only choice is to climb up from the back of that mountain, and when you reach the top, it's like being on top of the Soviet people's heads, and you will have all the initiative!

  Muhammad observed everything here and began to lead the team towards the other side of the mountain.

  The cliffs on this side are very steep.

  As Muhammad dismounted and began to walk towards the mountain, Duranni couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Sir, it's too slippery here. Are you sure you want to climb up from the north side?"

  "Of course," Muhammad said: "Leave ten people here to receive, and the rest of you follow me up."

  As he spoke, Muhammad walked up the slope.

  The snow on the mountain has a special feature, where the wind blows, the snow can be blown clean, while the leeward side, the snow is even waist-deep. But here on this slope, it just so happens to be windward, and Muhammad steps onto it, a thin layer of snow, underneath which is frozen earth.

  The snow that has just fallen is not slippery, only the kind of snow that has been trampled and melted and then frozen again will become very difficult to walk on.

  Muhammad had guessed right; he climbed up cautiously and encountered no danger.

  Following Muhammad, Duranni, Aga, and Herman, etc., one by one, climbed up.

  When Muhammad's head emerged from the top of the mountain, half an hour had passed.

  From here, you can see the Soviets below, anxiously waiting. A Soviet squad leader-like figure occasionally gazes into the distance.

  Muhammad leaned against a large stone, at this time, the big stone was slightly loose, he had an idea, just in time to use this stone to attract the attention of the Soviets.

  Muhammad made a gesture to the people around him, at this time, they were upwind, if they spoke, it might be transmitted to the ears of the Soviet people.

  Dulani and others nodded, took out their own guns, aimed at the target specified by Muhammad, and after several months of training, they were almost all able to hit the target without exception at this distance.

  Muhammad prepared to push the big rock, when the rock rolled down, these Soviets would subconsciously stand up, thus becoming the best target, after the bullets flew over, these Soviets would all be killed, even if a few escaped from the slope, they would also be surrounded and killed by the ten cavalrymen left behind.

  It was just a very simple hunting action.

  The riders at the foot of the mountain were in position. Just as Muhammad was about to push down the stone, a rumbling sound came from afar.

  A black dot appeared in Muhammad's eyes - it was a Soviet helicopter!

  Damn it, not coming early or late, but at this time! Even if Muhammad was given three minutes, Muhammad could have solved the battle, put on Soviet clothes, disguised as a Soviet special forces, deceive the helicopter to come down and kill the Soviets on board.

  Now if he makes another move, that helicopter can just come over and join the battle, turning the situation around. Even if I have a poisonous dart, I may not necessarily have the chance to fire it.

  So Muhamed could only change tactics.

  Silently remove the poisonous thorn from his back and place it on the snowy ground, Muhammad and others quietly lie in wait on the mountain slope.

  In the sky, the rumbling sound is getting closer and closer. This is an Mi-24 helicopter, with rocket launchers on both sides that can respond to threats at any time. The troop compartment in the back can just fit these dozen or so people to take them away.

  The helicopter pilot looked at this small patch of empty space in the mountains and furrowed his brow.

  Although he was an experienced pilot, that piece of open space was still too small, and landing on it would be very difficult.

  He slowed down and felt the helicopter's body sway left and right, the airflow here was chaotic, if he wasn't careful, it would be a disaster.

  The helicopter pilot had no choice but to pull up, apologetically looking at the Soviet soldiers waiting on the platform, and shouted into the radio: "Turbulent airflow, unable to land, repeat, turbulent airflow, unable to land!"

  The squadron leader Askov was furious at the words coming from the radio of the helicopter pilot above his head.

  The Soviet Army had only a few radios, usually one for each company, which was two. In order to let them return, Zhirkov left one of the radios with them, who would have thought that the radio actually transmitted such a voice.

  The helicopter was unable to land, so they either had to choose a new landing spot or walk back on their two legs, watching as the helicopter took off and flew away. Askov spat out a wad of phlegm and said to the people behind him, "Leave here and head towards area three, it's more open there."

  "Get up, don't pretend to be dead." The Soviet soldier kicked the two captives sitting in the snow, making them stand up, and took the two captives away, walking even more inconveniently.

  As he watched the helicopter fly away, Muhammad let out a sigh of relief. The position just now was not suitable, and if Muhammad wanted to shoot down that helicopter, he would have had to stand up and aim, but at this time, the sun behind the helicopter would be a strong source of interference. Early infrared missiles would directly go towards the sun, while the current Javelin missile's guidance head can track both infrared and ultraviolet, increasing efficiency, so it wouldn't chase after the sun much. In such a situation, the possibility of missing the target was still very high. Without absolute certainty, he didn't dare to shoot, after all, if the attack failed, their own people would become prey for the enemy.

  The helicopter is gone and so are the Soviets. Our side can now find a suitable place to set up an ambush on the road they will be walking on.

  That helicopter could return at any moment, launching an attack now would be unwise. It's better to follow it instead.

  Muhammad had just thought of this when he felt a tremor beside him.

  That big rock was originally on the verge of falling, now the snow under the big rock has melted and the big rock actually moved.

  Terrible!

  Having heard the noise above his head, Askoff looked up and gazed at the top of the mountain.