Chapter 82: Tomahawk Missile Strike
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Below the valley is a highway, before the Afghan war, this was a famous tourist destination in Afghanistan, next to the highway is a babbling brook, with high mountains on both sides, the mountains are lush and green, the air is fresh.
But now, the roads here are already bumpy, and the Afghan guerrillas have been constantly attacking the Soviet transportation troops. Some abandoned trucks were on one side of the road, and when the Soviet tanks came in, they had a nameless fire in their hearts.
Afghanistan is mountainous, and the transportation of goods from Tajikistan in the north is a must-pass route. At the same time, it was also the death road for the Soviet Transportation Corps. On this road, countless soldiers of the transportation detachment were killed.
Those damned Afghan guerrillas! Seeing this scene, the soldiers of the tank regiment ignited a battle fire in their chests, found the guerrillas and crushed them into meat pulp!
The tanks rumbled forward, forming a winding line in the mountainous area. The roads here were narrow, and the tank troops could not play their advantages, on the contrary, both sides were very easy to be hit.
On the slope of a mountain, Masud quietly watched with binoculars as Soviet armored troops approached, this vanguard unit was very tough and at the same time had no infantry protection, making them the best target.
"RPG ready," Masood whispered.
Masood had just finished speaking when he saw Fahim quietly crawling to his side and saying, "Captain, Mohammad suggests that we let the Soviets penetrate deep into the valley before launching an attack."
Shall we go first? Masood looked at the Soviet tank troops, this was the easiest time to be attacked, and he had planned a withdrawal route long ago. Let's destroy a few tanks first!
What right does that Muhammad have to interfere with his own commanding actions? Yesterday's surprise attack on Gulbahar was indeed a great achievement, but he has never fought here before and doesn't know the local terrain.
"Continue the attack!" Masood said.
Dozens of guerrilla fighters carrying RPGs, along the winding mountain slope, quietly approached the road surface. The RPG's range was one thousand meters, but at three hundred meters away, it completely lost its accuracy. They had to get closer before they could take out the Soviet tanks.
A tank regiment, more than 50 tanks, was still moving on the mountain road at this time, unaware of the attack by the Afghan guerrillas, which was about to unfold.
On the other side of the mountain slope, Muhammad, who was originally planning to retreat, saw the guerrillas on the opposite side quietly entering the attacking position, and his face changed involuntarily.
"Looking for death!"
The mountain road on this side is narrow, and the Soviet tanks are difficult to form an effective defense. Attacking here may achieve some results, but the peaks on both sides are not very high, and the interval in between is quite large, with a broad view. This means that once there is a battle here, the Soviet helicopters will arrive quickly, and as long as they fly over from the valley on the other side, they can easily cover the rocket shells to the position where Masood's guerrilla troops are hiding.
As Masood's guerrilla team began to move, Muhammad quickly scanned the terrain and pointed out positions to his own few guerrillas.
Herman and others immediately carried the poisonous arrow missile and ran towards that high mountain peak. If the Soviet helicopter flew over, it would definitely pass by their side.
The T-62 tank continued to advance, its tracks constantly turning, with dust flying underneath.
The turret kept turning left and right, aiming at the peaks on both sides at any time. Unfortunately, the barrel was not high enough.
Feng Kefuski measured the high mountains on both sides and suddenly shouted in the wireless: "Loader, use machine guns to sweep both sides."
The terrain here is complex, and as he delves deeper into the mountains, Feng Kefu's vigilance also increases.
The muzzle could not elevate high enough, but the anti-aircraft machine gun located above the turret on the loader's side was just high enough.
Upon hearing von Korfanty's command, the loader crawled out of his position, opened the hatch and formed a shield in front while starting to operate the anti-aircraft machine gun.
In the rumbling tank, the loader felt a bit dizzy, and as he came out to catch the mountain breeze, he suddenly felt refreshed. With a clatter, the bullet was loaded into the chamber, but before the loader could take aim at the slope, he suddenly saw movement on his own side - people were moving!
Afghan guerrillas! Watching those people carrying RPGs, the loader shouted loudly while laying down the anti-aircraft machine gun and started firing at the Afghan guerrillas.
"Cover!" Masood shouted, and with his shout, the guerrilla fighters who were ambushing on the hillside opened fire.
"Bang." Fakhim's Eifel rifle fired once, a bullet flew into the head of a tank soldier, who had just pressed the firing button and hadn't shot yet, fell on the machine gun.
"Whoosh." A rocket grenade flew towards a tank, brushing past the rear of its turret and exploding harmlessly several hundred meters behind it.
Guerrilla fighters carrying RPGs came one after another, but unfortunately, they hadn't even finished their shots before being hit by Soviet tanks. The outcome was decided in just a few short seconds.
Only one tank was hit and caught fire, while the guerrilla fighter who had fired the RPG retreated to a road completely blocked by machine guns. They hid behind rocks, not daring to show their heads or retreat further, facing the danger of being completely eliminated at any time.
"We have saved these brothers," Muhammad said.
The people on the opposite side were divided into two groups, with the guerrilla fighters below going to ambush with RPGs being suppressed in the valley and unable to move, while the guerrilla fighters on the mountain slope above wanted to come down to rescue but were deterred by the fierce firepower of the Soviet high-speed machine guns. Several people who tried to run down to rescue were shot into several segments by 12.7mm bullets.
If Soviet infantry followed up behind the tanks, they could outflank and encircle these guerrilla fighters who had come to launch a surprise attack from another direction, putting them in an impossible situation.
And now, all Soviet attention is on the opposite mountain slope, Muhamed's side, where there has been no reaction so far.
"How can we rescue?" Khwaja asked Muhammad.
"How are we going to save them?" Muhammad gritted his teeth and said: "Lure the Soviet firepower over here."
Those tank machine guns suppressed the guerrilla forces across from them, and if they didn't draw the Soviet firepower over, those ambushing guerrillas would definitely be wiped out. Drawing the Soviet firepower over also meant that their own side would face tremendous pressure.
There is no other choice at this time.
"Understood." Khwaja crouched behind a rock, steadily raising his SVD sniper rifle.
"Bang." With the sound of the gun, a 7.62mm high-precision sniper bullet flew over, and the valley's crosswind kept affecting it, flying to the right while drifting, but just hit the back of an ammunition handler.
The shields in front can only protect the front half of their bodies, and their backs are exposed.
Khawaja kept the crosshairs of his sight trained on tank after tank, firing and reloading without even having time to see the effect of his shots.
At the same time, other guerrilla fighters were also preparing. They crouched on the hillside, focusing intently on their targets, with large-caliber guns placed beside them.
Sturdy tripod, long cylindrical body, and a slightly larger sighting device on the side - this is the US-supplied TOW missile.
The RPG can only get close to three hundred meters before attacking, putting Masood's guerrilla fighters in danger, while Muhammad's men use Tow missiles with a range of over three thousand meters.
The position they were in was very safe.
A beam of infrared light shines on the target tank. From now on, they need to keep the infrared beam shining on the tank without any deviation.
"Boom." With the press of a button, a flame burst out from behind the cylinder, and from within it, a thick and long missile emerged. After it came out, four foldable wings unfolded at its front and back, with a wire trailing behind, and began to fly forward rapidly.
The mountain road was rugged and Muhammad only brought five such ceramic guided missiles. Now, the five shooters took turns shooting out the missiles they carried.
The missile is flying rapidly, receiving infrared laser irradiation while flying, and adjusting its course through the wire behind.
"Boom, boom." The engine roared as the Soviet tank crew lost their cool when they discovered a missile flying towards them from the mountain slope in front of them.
Afghan guerrillas: How did they get anti-tank missiles? No one answers their questions, now what they need is how to avoid these missiles!
Get moving as fast as you can, the faster the better. When the missile is about to hit, slam on the brakes quickly, only then might you be able to dodge it!
The crossfire of machine guns has stopped, each tank is moving quickly, and the several incoming missiles are targeting which tank, it's unknown.
Feeling the pressure on their side easing off, those guerrilla fighters carrying RPGs poked their heads out from behind the rocks one after another.
The rocket had already been launched, only the launch tube remained. The guerrilla fighters quickly retreated while those who hadn't gotten a chance to fire yet bravely shouldered their RPGs and ran towards the tank.
The Tao-style missile is coming quickly, the whole tank fleet is moving quickly, with a burst of black smoke emerging from the rear side, and a strong diesel smell is emitted in the valley.
The black smoke will also block the missile's line of sight, looking at the valley being gradually shrouded in black smoke, Muhamaad has a strange sense of anxiety in his heart. Now, he can only completely trust that his trained warriors can operate the advanced Tow missiles well.
Infrared rays pierced through the black smoke and continued to shine on the tank. The warhead of the TOW missile was about to penetrate the armor of the T-62 tank.
