Chapter 68: Thunder Zone

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  Seeing their comrades treated so brutally, all the Soviet soldiers were outraged. They could tolerate their comrades being killed in battle but not being treated so cruelly.

  Flay! Or rather, completely flaying alive, what kind of human behavior is this? It's even worse than beasts!

  Jill Kozak was furious, although those guerrillas were fleeing on horseback, they weren't necessarily faster than themselves, the snow was so heavy that the horses would soon be exhausted, and besides, two of them were sharing a horse, they absolutely couldn't get away!

  Those clear horseshoe prints in the snow are the best guide!

  "Call Bagram, request air support!" Gilko Tsaikin was furious but still in control. His mission was to search for the guerrillas and now that he had found their trail, on one hand, he would not let go, and on the other hand, he needed to call for air support. With the strike of the Su-25s, victory was assured.

  In the Soviet platoon, what is emphasized most is still individual combat. Such a platoon has only two radios, one of which was given to the infantry squad that escorted the prisoners and contacted the helicopter in the air, which was destroyed in the battle just now. The other one is on the back of the communication soldier next to Gilko Chatsky.

  "Bagram, reconnaissance company calling, Bagram, reconnaissance company calling." The communications soldier held the microphone and called out several times, but nothing was heard except for the noisy radio static.

  "Report, mountain signals are too complicated, wireless has no echo." The communication soldier ran and said to Gilko.

  "Keep calling until you get through," said Jill Kortlandt.

  The bullet pouch bounced with each stride, constantly colliding with the hip bone. As I ran, my chest also started to feel a bit short of breath.

  On the plains, sprinting would lead to oxygen deficiency, and in these mountainous, high-altitude, and extremely cold places, wearing cumbersome attire made their physical consumption even more rapid.

  Their will remained firm, the tragic death of their comrades stimulated them, and each one burst out with the greatest momentum, running forward quickly along the horseshoe prints.

  One mountain, then another, after running over three mountains, their legs finally couldn't run anymore.

  A two-legged man can't keep up with a four-legged horse. In terms of speed, Gilgamesh had to admit defeat to the horse.

  Everyone crouched on the ground, panting heavily with their mouths wide open. They were all top-notch in physical training for troops, but they had never run at such high intensity on such a cold plateau before.

  Jill Katchang wanted to order a continued pursuit, but looking at the reactions of the people around her, she had no choice but to give up.

  As they rested for five minutes and their strength gradually recovered, a horseshoe sound came from the side.

  What's going on? Gil noticed something strange in the distance, a cavalry unit was charging out of the valley to the side.

  "Get ready to fire." Gil Kochavi shouted.

  Without waiting for the order of Lieutenant Colonel Gylchik, all the soldiers raised their guns, AK-74, RPK... If the other side continued to approach, they would shoot without hesitation.

  Just then the leading rider seemed to have discovered something, and he suddenly pulled in his horse, whereupon the whole troop wheeled round on the mountain side and rode back again.

  That's the guerrilla squad I've been chasing! Gilgamesh reacted in an instant, and this guerrilla squad wasn't here to attack him. When they saw him, they fled without any preparation for battle.

  "What's going on?" Jill thought to herself as she realized that the guerrilla squad hadn't gotten lost, but rather knew they were being pursued from behind and had intentionally gone around in circles to exhaust their own soldiers' physical strength. However, they ran too fast and she chased after them too slowly, resulting in her running into them again while they were circling around.

  Those horses, having run for so long, must also be exhausted! Thinking of this, Gil'khor Chaim suddenly regained his courage: "Pursue! Finish them off and avenge Askov!"

  At the thought of Askoff's plight, everyone immediately became filled with a desire for battle and they chased after the horsemen running ahead.

  "Hiss..." Just then, a horse suddenly lost its footing and threw off the guerrilla fighter on its back.

  The person beside pulled up the guerrilla fighter, but the horse fell to the ground and couldn't get up no matter what.

  As expected, they're out of energy! These horses are simply not durable, catch up and finish them off!

  At the sight of what was happening in front of them, the Soviet soldiers were bursting with excitement; if it weren't for the fact that they had to wipe them all out, they could have opened fire long ago.

  They didn't notice that this valley was surrounded by high mountains on both sides.

  "Sir, that group of fools has indeed followed us!" Duranni said to Muhammad as he rode his horse beside him.

  "Watch out, we're entering a storm zone ahead, S-shape!" Muhammad shouted to the running guerrilla fighters, ignoring Duranni.

  All this was arranged by Muhammad, when the Soviet people were enraged by that corpse, they would chase after him in a frenzy, but the physical strength of individual soldiers could not be compared with horses, running all the way, would shake off the Soviets, and stopping to wait, would also make the Soviets vigilant, thinking it was an ambush.

  Muhammad created the illusion of a meeting, and also used a horse to pretend that his own horses were exhausted. The Soviets fell for it and followed suit.

  They didn't know, Muhammad led them to death.

  Ahead lies the minefield, and Muhammad needs to lead his guerrilla force through it.

  Ordinary troops simply bury landmines underground when laying mines, but special forces have various techniques. Experienced enemies will dismantle the landmines laid by their own side. How to lure the opponent, how to make the opponent fall into the trap, this is where the technique of laying mines comes in.

  Muhammad simply had the guerrillas lay mines in an S-shape, not that the mines were laid along an S-shape but rather a path was left through the minefield in an S-shape.

  This is a way out.

  A dozen horses, gradually forming a line, crisscrossing in the thunderstorm area, walking in an S-shape.

  The Soviets following behind immediately discovered that there was a problem with the route of the guerrilla team in front!

  "There's probably a minefield ahead!" said one of the squad leaders who had stopped.

  "A partisan detachment would have one or two landmines, how could there be a large number of landmines to form a minefield!" Kryshevich shouted from behind: "In this cold weather, how did they lay the mines?"

  "Follow the route of the guerrilla squad!" Gilko ordered.

  Although Gilkocha was skeptical about whether the guerrillas could lay out many landmines and set up a minefield, he had already lost an infantry squad and couldn't be too careful.

  Regular armies would lay out minefields during battles, but these Afghan guerrillas were at most just setting up roadside bombs. With this in mind, Kri?evi? followed the hoof prints and caught up with them.

  After walking for a while, Kryshevich realized that the other party was taking an S-shaped route, which was simply a waste of time! If he walked in a straight line, he could easily catch up!

  Damn those Afghan guerrillas, they must be up to something!

  The surrounding area was covered with thick snow, and no footprints could be seen. How did the enemy lay mines without leaving any marks? Kryshevich continued to judge while running.

  Bold, meticulous, and sometimes with a gambler's personality, that is Krzyszewicz. His body burns with the blood of a fighting nation, he is not afraid to die.

  After running out a kilometer, Krchevich finally took his first step. He didn't continue along the S-shaped route but instead went straight through from the side.

  "Krishevich!" Gil Kozlovsky shouted, seeing that his most courageous subordinate was now openly disobeying his orders.

  "This isn't a minefield at all!" Kryshevich exclaimed: "Those partisans are just bluffing us!"

  Kri?evi? was standing next to the footprint of the S-type, already ten or so meters away, without a hair out of place.

  At this time, the guerrilla troops several hundred meters ahead suddenly changed their route and reassembled into a straight line, charging towards the other side of the valley.

  Seeing Kryshevich boldly walking on what was called the "danger zone" without anything happening, while the guerrillas in front had already galloped away, Gilko gave a bite: "Charge!"

  Two legs can't outrun four legs of a horse. Seeing the guerrilla squad about to escape, Gil Kozlov finally couldn't bear it anymore.

  Along the S-shaped route, they had already run two kilometers. At such a distance, how many landmines could be laid? Three hundred? Five hundred? Jilko felt a sense of being deceived - where did the guerrillas get so many landmines from?

  Pursue!

  No longer paying attention to the S-shaped footprints, they charged forward in a straight line, their feet trampling through the snowy ground, and rushed out for dozens of meters without stepping on any landmines.

  Damn it! Cunning Afghan guerrillas! The teased Soviet soldiers couldn't bear it anymore, just now when they were walking through this S-shaped minefield, they directly stepped on it, and they would have caught up already!

  Krishevich was gaining on him fastest, having outstripped the others by a dozen meters; if he could only overtake the one in front of him at the next pass, he would be able to set up his rifle there and sweep past.

  Just then, Krzyszewicz felt something hard under his feet, and beneath the soft snow was something surprisingly hard.

  Is it a stone? No! It's a landmine!

  Looking at the snow here, there are obvious signs around, it must be someone who has passed by. In an instant, Krzyszewicz knew he had been tricked.

  Those minefields in front were fake, only this one is real!

  "Boom!" Just as Kri?evi? stepped down for two seconds, a loud noise came from under his feet.

  With a loud bang, a stream of air shot out from under his feet. He didn't feel any pain, only numbness. Krzyszewicz saw his own thigh flying upwards.