Chapter 66: Soviet Prisoners

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  A huge boulder is rolling down from the mountain slope. Judging by its falling direction, it may hit our side here.

  "Take cover!" Ascoff yelled, his body darting swiftly behind a nearby boulder.

  All Soviet soldiers were hiding, after all, such a big stone, hitting the body, would definitely be crushed into a meat pie.

  James and Lamale looked at each other, and despite being tied up, they both stood up. This was their only chance. The two of them almost without hesitation swung their legs open and ran wildly down the mountain slope.

  "The prisoner has escaped!"

  "Chase!"

  "Don't shoot!" At this time, Askov saw his subordinates raise their guns to fire and immediately stopped them. These two captives knew many secrets, especially one of them was an American, handing them over to the KGB could get a lot of useful intelligence, anyway they were tied up, couldn't run fast, and their side could easily catch up.

  With their arms tied up, the two of them were unable to maintain their balance and ran in a left-and-right swaying manner. Since they were on a slope, James and Lamelle had only run for over ten steps when their feet slipped out from under them, causing them to fall to the ground.

  This time, both of their bodies were out of control, and they started rolling down the mountain slope. Their bodies kept colliding with rocks on the slope, getting bruised and battered, with wounds all over them.

  The Soviet man behind him took big strides to chase forward. If the two of them continued rolling down like this, they would definitely both end up dizzy by the time they reached the foot of the slope.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat." Just then, shots rang out from above, and with the sound of gunfire, several Soviet soldiers fell to the ground.

  There are people ambushing on the top of the head! Askov turned his head back, and saw that several guerrilla fighters rushed down from the top of the mountain.

  What to do? If they stop and fight the guerrillas, these two captives will escape, but if they don't fight, there is a risk that all of them will be killed.

  No matter what battle, those who are in a superior position will have the upper hand. Now, the guerrilla fighters rushing down from the hillside are full of momentum.

  Aschkov was still hesitating when a Soviet soldier next to him said: "Look, what's that?"

  A distant sound of horseshoes echoed, and from the snowy valley, another cavalry rushed out. They skillfully controlled their war horses on horseback while holding an AKM rifle in one hand.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat." Bullets flew in, Askerov ducked down, and the bullets whizzed past his head, flying towards the mountain slope behind him.

  They were surrounded! As the cavalry below and the guerrillas above closed in, Askov had no chance of counterattacking. He immediately shouted: "Retreat!"

  As a soldier of the most proud reconnaissance company, Askov was brave, but he also knew that at this time, he absolutely could not be reckless, and any slight mistake would mean death.

  Just as Asko was giving orders, the soldiers around him were dwindling in number. Asko ran horizontally to the other side of the mountain, and those alternate cover tactics were no longer useful. When he had run out for dozens of meters, only he was left by his side.

  "Bang." Another bullet came flying, Askov felt it hit his calf, a wave of pain, his knee bent and he half-knelt to the ground.

  He dragged his legs and walked for over ten meters before hearing the sound of horseshoes behind him.

  "Crack." The whip struck Askov's back, and he let out a pained cry, falling to the ground.

  Around him, countless figures appeared, and Ascoff was surrounded.

  "Rumble, rumble." Just then, a loud roar came from above. The battle here had been discovered by the female pilot of that flying deer. She turned her aircraft around and saw two guerrilla forces appearing in the valley ahead!

  It's about time!

  "Arms, adjust to rocket projectiles, covering fire!" The helicopter pilot said, pulling the operating stick and flying towards that direction.

  In front of an armed helicopter, Afghan guerrillas are lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

  The helicopter is flying by quickly, and at the same time, rockets are ready to launch from the short wings on both sides.

  The gunner laid the rocket's crosshairs squarely on the men, and was surprised to see that the guerrillas reacted differently.

  The guerrillas were no match for the helicopters, so when they came flying in, they would almost always immediately scatter and run away. But now, these guerrilla fighters stayed there, not separating or fleeing, as if they wanted to be targets together.

  No, there's a problem! The fire control officer enlarged the image in the sight and finally found that among those guerrillas, there was another man covered in blood. That person wore Soviet military uniform, he could almost see the insignia on the guy's shoulder, it was a junior sergeant!

  They've taken one of our own soldiers captive! The armorer is furious, gritting his teeth, those damned Afghan natives!

  The life of every Soviet soldier is precious, although this Soviet soldier has been captured now, they cannot be blown up together with this Soviet soldier.

  "Pull up, orbit above and call in Recon Company." The weapons officer said. Now the only option left for them was to follow this guerrilla team while calling over Gilko's team to let Gilko's company come to the rescue.

  These guerrilla troops are small in scale, Gilko's company can completely eliminate this guerrilla troop. Moreover, Gilko's mission this time is to wipe out the guerrillas. Our helicopter just came to pick up people.

  "Doer calling Scout Team, Doer calling Scout Team." The weapons officer sets the radio to external and begins calling.

  The noisy sound came from the headphones. The signal in the Afghan mountains was really bad and often couldn't get through.

  The gunner officer looked out gloomily and at this time they were flying past the flank of those guerrillas.

  Suddenly, his eyes widened, his breathing became rapid, and even his voice was urgent: "Quick, pull up! Nine o'clock direction, missile!"

  Damn it! The Afghan guerrillas have portable missiles!

  Regarding the armament of the Afghan guerrillas, the Soviet side has always been observing them. They do not believe that the Afghan guerrillas have advanced portable missiles no matter what. In the previous attacks, they ultimately determined that it was an RPG and that the Afghan guerrillas were just lucky.

  And now, this weapons operator can almost see the guerrilla team carrying portable missiles, sees the missile flying out of the launch tube, and sees the missile drawing an arc in the air, a real missile!

  The pilot immediately pulled the collective stick, the top engine roared, and the helicopter was rapidly lifting off.

  Suddenly, the helicopter shook and then, as if using its last bit of strength, began to sink downwards.

  In the winter, the Pamir Mountains are cold and windy. In this valley, the wind is even more violent. The pilot's drastic operation caused the helicopter to completely lose control.

  The helicopter began to descend and its body rotated uncontrollably. Once in this state, it was difficult to change again.

  The pilot was still struggling, he pushed hard on the control stick, his eyes fixed on the constantly rotating world in front of him.

  "Boom!" Just then, a violent explosion sounded from above their heads.

  The portable missile flew over and accurately hit the engine under the helicopter's rotor, damaging one of the engines and emitting thick smoke.

  The helicopter was already difficult to operate, and now one of the engines had been damaged, sending the entire aircraft plummeting down towards the valley below.

  "Boom!" After the helicopter collided with the ground, a fierce explosion occurred, and the entire helicopter was engulfed in flames.

  Looking at this doe, Muhammad's mood calmed down and he put down what was on his shoulder.

  When the helicopter came, Muhammad knew it was an emergency. Although he had this poisonous dart missile in his hand, the helicopter fired rockets from a distance and he might not be able to hit accurately. Moreover, as soon as the other side opened fire, there would be huge casualties here.

  Ride a horse away immediately? Riding an off-road motorcycle is also not allowed! It can be seen too clearly in the sky, and once our side starts to escape, we will fall into a passive situation.

  Muhammad looked at the Soviet prisoners who had just been caught and gritted his teeth, making up his mind.

  Put Soviet prisoners in front of your own people and keep them there!

  Muhammad was betting that the Soviets would not dare fire on their own people, or else strict military law would be waiting for them.

  As expected, Muhammad had gambled correctly. The doe was fully prepared to open fire, but instead suddenly turned to one side, exposing its largest flank. With swift and agile movements, he picked up the poisonous spear missile, took aim, and fired!

  The doe fell, and Muhammad's stone finally dropped from his heart.

  The rock that rolled down from the top of the mountain also fell near them, and on one side of the rock, Ramai's eyes were full of worship.

  The helicopter, which was showing off its prowess, was simply no match for these people. Just by standing there, they scared the helicopter away and even fired a rocket that brought it down.

  When did our guerrilla team ever have such a glorious time?

  "Brother, your arm is injured. Let me bandage it for you." Ramail heard a voice in his ear and looked up to see a young Afghan guerrilla fighter.

  Osama extended a hand of friendship to Ramil, but Ramil did not extend his hand and instead cast a hateful gaze at the Soviet prisoner.

  The Soviets wiped out his guerrilla band, more than thirty men, and he alone survived, determined to avenge them.

  "How about we skin this guy?" Lameil's ears picked up the friendly suggestion from the person beside him once again.