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The PPK machine gun in his hand kept moving, emitting flames. At the top of the sentry post, you can see everything below from a high position.

The sentry guarding here was supposed to go down to gather, but he was slow, and as a result, the battle below began before he went down.

The sentry was extremely angry, ran back to the sentry post, and started shooting with a machine gun.

When this sentry post was originally established, it was indeed to supplement the firepower next to the searchlight, but because of the lack of heavy machine guns, only the PPK machine gun was deployed here.

This machine gun was developed based on the AKM assault rifle, with a heavier and longer barrel. In fact, it can only be regarded as a heavy barrel automatic rifle.

Below is a round drum that can hold 75 rounds of bullets, so he uses the three-point shooting method as much as possible, otherwise the ammunition will be consumed quickly.

Although he was alone now, there was only one entrance directly below to climb up here. As long as there were no guerrillas coming through this entrance, he would not be in danger. This was the blind spot below. He could shoot down calmly from here, and the weapons below, including the heavy machine guns, could not shoot up.

As long as he held on for half an hour, his helicopter would arrive, and by then, all the guerrillas would be wiped out.

As the most forward outpost, it would be visited by guerrillas at any time. Therefore, although the casualties on his side were great, the sentry's mentality was still very good.

However, when he saw the man below carrying the barrel of the mortar and running towards the machine gun position, the sentry was a little frightened. If he was hit by the mortar here, he would really be in danger.

However, seeing that there were only two people, the sentry was relieved. It was not something that two people could do to operate the mortar. These guerrillas did not know how to operate the mortar at all.

Moreover, after a volley of bullets, one of them was knocked down, and the sentry turned the muzzle of the gun and began to deal with threats from other directions.

Who knew that within a minute, a strange whistling sound appeared in the sky. The whistling sound was so strange in the constant sound of gunfire.

He stopped pulling the trigger and looked around. Then, what came into view was the fire, and what resounded through the eardrums was the explosion.

This bullet successfully flew to this sentry post, and the warhead hit the ground. Then, the fuse ignited the warhead, and the explosives inside exploded, and countless shrapnel flew out. Although the sentry was three meters away from the location where the warhead landed, he was still visited.

The searchlight above his head was broken, and blood flowers appeared in several places on his body. The sentry felt pain all over his body, took a step back, and then fell down.

This fall, but half of the body was exposed outside, and suddenly, the whole body fell from the high sentry post.

"Instructor, hit it!" Herman on the side shouted happily.

Herman saw clearly that after the shell flew over, the sentry post was ablaze, and the sentry was bombed down from the sentry post. No matter how simple this small cannon was, it was a cannon after all, so powerful!

Hit it? At this time, Muhammad's tinnitus gradually subsided. Seeing Herman standing up happily, he was still a little confused. It seemed that this way of firing shells was really like hitting the seven-injury fist, first hurting oneself and then hurting others. Don't do it this way next time.

Muhammad stood up and saw the guerrillas hiding in other places also stood up one after another. They raised their weapons in their hands to celebrate this victory.

At the cost of two guerrilla casualties, they took down this sentry post and eliminated thirty Soviets. No matter from which angle, they won this time.

Unlike the last time, they had almost no victory in the last tank battle, and were almost half spectators. This time, they relied on their own skills to successfully take down the outpost that was almost impossible to take down.

After this battle spreads, the entire Afghan guerrillas will be proud of them!

All this is thanks to the instructor from Pakistan! Everyone was in high spirits, including Khwaja, who looked at Muhammad with admiration.

"Clean up the battlefield, move the supplies in the outpost to the truck, we should go." Muhammad shouted.

"Yes." Everyone answered, even Khwaja, who said yes casually at this time.

Muhammad did not notice these, just like what he usually did when he went out to perform a mission.

Muhammad walked a few steps to Durrani's body, and his mood was a little heavy.

In any case, Durrani was the first person, the first comrade-in-arms, and the first brother that Muhammad met when he came to this world.

Who would have thought that, within ten days of getting along, this comrade-in-arms would be gone just like this.

Muhammad looked at Durrani's body and silently said in his heart, May Allah bless you in another world.

Just as he was thinking, he saw that Durrani's body seemed to move.

The body can still move, is it a resurrection?

Looking again, Durrani's back seemed to be slightly up and down. I didn't see it clearly just now. This guy is not dead at all, and his breathing is still very stable.

Moreover, there is no trace of blood on his body. This guy must have fallen down in advance under the bullets just now, and he was not hurt at all.

Thinking of his worries just now, Muhammad couldn't help but kick Durrani on the butt: "If you are not dead, get up quickly."

Following Mhamad's kick, Durrani's butt twitched, and then he turned over and sat up.

His body was covered with dirt, and there was a scratch on his face, which was made when he fell to the ground and fell on a stone tip. However, the movement of turning over was enough to show that the main parts of Durani's body were intact.

"Instructor, you just tripped. Fortunately, I threw the mortar over to you. Did you use it smoothly?" Durrani asked.

After hearing what Durrani said, Hammad finally regained his temper when he was an instructor: "You idiot, a mortar doesn't just have a barrel to shoot out shells, it also has a base and a bracket. You just Give me a cannon barrel, it almost deafens me! I'll fix it when I get back!"

After saying that, Mhammad looked around and saw the guerrillas happily loading the things in the outpost into the car.

There is no reserve of guns, they are all carried by the sentries themselves. The three heavy machine guns on the three machine gun positions are a good harvest. Moreover, there was a lot of ammunition, and no one felt any effort in carrying the heavy ammunition boxes out of the outpost.

The guerrillas had no arsenal or logistical supplies. They could only rely on rugged mountain roads and weapons coming from Pakistan. And this road was often bombed by the Soviets. Therefore, more of them could only be captured through war. .

They fought guerrillas, hit and run, and had very few opportunities to clean the battlefield. Therefore, weapons and ammunition were always in short supply. This time, this post was captured. It was the first time for everyone to see so much ammunition. They didn’t know what to do with it. What a joy.

In addition to ammunition, the food and even military kettles left by the Soviets were dug out by them, as if they were ransacking a house.

Hamad didn't have time to check what weapons were originally loaded on the Kamaz. In short, there were mortars inside, which was a big enough harvest.

In less than ten minutes, they loaded all the useful things in the outpost onto the truck. Then, Mhammad drove the truck and rushed outside.

When the Soviets arrived, all they were left with were corpses on the ground and an empty outpost.

Thinking of this, Khwaja, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the cab, couldn't help but whistle.

Looking at Khwaja's appearance, Mhamad asked while driving: "Captain, what do you think of this operation?"

"Very good, Mhammad, you are a master who is proficient in guerrilla warfare and familiar with the operation of various weapons." Khwaja said: "Before meeting you, our troops were almost out of ammunition and food. Then I had no choice but to fight the Soviet tanks this time. I didn’t expect that in your hands, we would successfully fight such a beautiful battle. Almighty God, bless our Afghan guerrillas to be invincible!”

Hearing that Khwaja gave the victory to the Almighty God in the end, Mhammad secretly despised him and said: "I am an instructor sent by Pakistan with the rank of lieutenant. I hope that I can With the full cooperation of our guerrillas, we will become stronger as we fight, and eventually we will drive the Soviets out of Afghanistan.”

What Mhamad said was very clear. He needed the power to truly command this guerrilla force, and even Khwaja had to obey his orders.

After all, Mhammad's military rank is lieutenant, and it is normal for him to command hundreds of people. Now, this guerrilla group only has more than thirty people, so his ability is sufficient.

Hearing what Mhamad said, Khwaja hesitated. After all, he had single-handedly started this guerrilla group. Now, he was asked to hand over the command to a brother from Pakistan. To be honest, he had to hand over the command to a brother from Pakistan. , he really doesn’t want to.

It is better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. This principle holds true everywhere.

Mhammad just glanced sideways out of the corner of his eye and knew what Khwaja was thinking, and couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

Suddenly, his expression became solemn.

In the rearview mirror, I saw a bright spot on the blue sky and white clouds!

Did the Soviets have a lot of doe? Why did he just set up a sentry post, and the doe flew up so quickly?

There is no other choice, increase the accelerator and run! With this thought in mind, Hamad exerted force on his feet, and felt a push on his back. The huge Kamath exploded with strength, speeding up, and at the same time, it became more bumpy. PS: Thanks to book friend Toilet ﹫POSE for tipping! Thank you all friends for your voting support!