Dominate South Asia

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"Instructor, be careful!" Durani has seen those people galloping in the snow, and the leader is his instructor, his closest person, Muhammad!

The other side has a very powerful sniper! The instructor didn't know why, and just rode over like this, and he might be killed by the opponent's sniper! Durani was very worried about the instructor's safety. He no longer cared about his own life and death, and set up the RPK light machine gun again. The 75-round drum, the bullets kept jumping in it, entered the gun chamber, and shot out from the muzzle.

Theoretically, the RPK light machine gun is not a machine gun, but an automatic rifle with a heavy barrel. Such long-term shooting will cause the barrel to overheat or even explode.

Moreover, as long as Durrani sticks his head out, there will still be danger. At this time, he doesn't care about anything else, just keep shooting, shooting! Suppress that damn sniper!

Knowing that the instructor is coming, Osama and Ramal both gave up their fear of snipers and kept shooting at the opposite side with their guns. Several old-fashioned Efield rifles are also constantly pulling the bolts, pressing bullets, and shooting at the opposite mountain top.

A small firepower network is formed again. If there is a sniper on the opposite mountain top, there is absolutely no chance to shoot!

At this time, more than 20 meters away from the firepower network coverage area formed by several Afghan guerrillas below, sniper Sergeyev is holding a sniper rifle as if nothing has happened. The scope of the SVD sniper rifle gradually puts a person on the crosshairs.

Sergeyev was sent by Moscow to deal with the Afghan guerrillas. Facts have proved that large-scale troops may not necessarily play a corresponding role. On the contrary, small-scale troops, especially special forces, can play a more important role.

The Soviet Union selected 20 excellent snipers from other troops and entered Afghanistan. They were scattered in various places where guerrillas appeared, constantly causing casualties to the guerrillas and increasing their panic.

Sergeyev wandered around in the mountains for five or six days and ran into this guerrilla. He was immediately happy.

Every time you shoot, you have to change your position. This is the basic principle of sniper operations.

Now, Sergeyev suppressed the remaining people behind two stones and could not move. Sergeyev was very interested in this game. Now, he needed to wait until the guerrillas behind the stones lost their patience and poked their heads out again.

This is just like cat and mouse. Sergeyev can wait for days and nights. It doesn't matter. He has plenty of patience.

Now, before the Afghan guerrillas showed their heads, a new group of riders came.

The Soviet army was a mechanized force. This backward cavalry had long disappeared from the Soviet equipment sequence. After these riders appeared, the Afghan guerrillas here shot frantically. It was very likely that they were important targets.

Sergeyev turned the sniper rifle and the figure of the leading rider appeared in the scope. He was tall and burly, carrying an AK-74 rifle, and his whole face was wrapped in a scarf. The hot air he exhaled formed ice on the scarf. Only the eyes could be seen, those piercing eyes. For a moment, Sergeyev was excited.

Isn't this the target that must be killed in the mission? Muhammad, who has been making trouble in the northern part of Jalalabad? Why didn't he stay in the northern part of Jalalabad, but came here instead?

Although Sergeyev was a little curious, he still aimed his eyes at the sight again. A special sniper bullet lay quietly in the barrel.

Aim at this guy's head! Sergeyev has already pressed the opponent's head with a crosshair, but when he looked again, there was something strange about the target's head! Just like the guy who was hit by him just now, but stood up again! They wore a special helmet on their heads.

There is only one kind of helmet that can block their sniper bullets, the titanium alloy helmet produced by the Soviet Union! They must have seized it on the battlefield! Thinking of this, Sergeyev lowered the muzzle and aimed at the opponent's chest.

The special 7N1 sniper bullet can easily tear the opponent's body. The front part of the copper-coated steel core bullet is a conical steel core, and the rear part of the bullet is a lead column, with a gap of several millimeters at the tip of the bullet. After hitting the target, the lead column will squeeze the steel core, and the steel core will compress the gap at the front of the bullet tip, causing the center of gravity of the bullet to shift and roll. When it comes out of the back, it will tear a big hole. With the medical conditions of the Afghan guerrillas, as long as you are shot, you will die without a doubt, and you can't be rescued at all.

Sergeyev didn't know that when he was aiming at the enemy with his sniper rifle, there was also a sniper on the other side of the hill, searching for him.

Khvaja was lying on the hillside, covered with white camouflage, and the sniper rifle was also wrapped with white cloth, so no one could see him.

Just now, when he heard the gunshots from this side, the instructor heard that there was a sniper on the opposite side, and there was only one sniper!

Hewaja was sent here. His mission was to search for the sniper on the opposite side and kill him at the same time!

The opponent hid very cleverly. Hewaja could not see anything except the white mountain top. During this period, he learned more sniping skills under Muhammad's training. Now, he knew that he had encountered an extremely difficult opponent. The opponent's attainments in concealment were simply superb.

And Hewaja did not expect that the instructor would show up at this time when he knew there was a sniper there!

The instructor was going to be a bait to attract the opponent's sniper to shoot, so as to give himself the opportunity to find the opponent! Thinking of this, Hewaja was moved and worried, and observed the opposite mountain top more carefully.

Sherigeyev used the scope to cover Muhammad, and the crosshairs pressed on Muhammad's chest, and then pulled the trigger.

"Ding." The sound of the firing pin hitting the primer of the bullet reached his ears, and then, with a bang, the propellant of the bullet was ignited, burning hotly, pushing the bullet out of the muzzle. When the gas behind the bullet rushed out of the muzzle, it hit the surrounding air and made a clattering sound.

The surrounding snow was lifted up by the airflow and fluttered.

The snowflakes had not fallen yet, and he could not see clearly in the scope of the sniper rifle. He believed in his ability. The guy named Muhammad would definitely not survive.

He continued to stare at the scope, hoping to see the target fall after the snowflakes fell.

At this moment, Sergeyev suddenly felt alert in his heart. Without thinking, he turned over and rolled to the side.

"Da." A bullet flew from the opposite side and hit the place where he had just fired. The other party almost found his position at the same time as he fired, and followed him to fire!

When did another sniper appear on the opposite side?

Nearly twenty cavalrymen and a sniper came. The most important thing for him now was not to kill so many people on the other side, but to retreat temporarily!

In an instant, Sergeyev made a decision. He was alone and would never fight. He took his SVD sniper rifle and quickly retreated along the prepared route.

Yes, he retreated. Sergeyev walked backwards.

There was heavy snow everywhere. A deep footprint was left when he stepped on it. If Sergeyev ran forward, it would not take long for those riders to run to the top of the mountain and catch up with him by following his footprints.

There was no good end for falling into the Afghan guerrillas. The rumor that the Afghan guerrillas peeled people's skin had spread throughout the Soviet army stationed in Afghanistan.

This trick of running in reverse was practiced by Sergeyev in his usual training. That perverted instructor actually tortured them like this. No one likes to run in reverse!

And now, this trick can save his life.

Sergeyev ran more than 300 meters and hid in a temporary snow cave. The snow here was more than two meters thick. He dug a snow cave here yesterday.

Wait for the Afghan guerrillas to leave, and then quietly follow them. The first thing is to kill the sniper!

Sergeyev closed his eyes and waited silently. He couldn't see outside in the snow cave, and his ears were more useful.

"Instructor!" Seeing Muhammad was shot, Durani threw down the RPK light machine gun and ran towards Muhammad's position.

What sniper, Durani didn't care.

Muhammad covered his chest, pulled the horse, and lay on the horse's back.

At this time, Durrani had already rushed to the front and shouted: "Instructor, instructor!"

Mhammad's face was a little pale, and he stood up from the horse: "I'm fine."

The bullet was embedded in the bulletproof insert, driving the bulletproof insert, and hit Muhammad's stomach firmly. He was just poisoned by the gas, and he was bumping on the horse for a day. Muhammad's spirit was very bad.

"Search that hill." Muhammad said: "We can't let this Soviet sniper go!"

Has the Soviet sniper run away? Osama ran in front of Muhammad, and heard Muhammad's judgment. He suddenly realized that his sniper had successfully let the other party escape.

If the other party had not left, he would definitely seize the opportunity to shoot at this time. They were all exposed outside at this time.

"Yes, follow me!" Osama shouted. Several Tajik brothers had just died, and the remaining people were very angry. Now, hearing that the sniper on the opposite side had escaped, they all ran towards the top of the mountain.

Muhammad led the riders and followed behind, also up the hillside and up the top of the mountain.

It was all white all around, and nothing could be seen. There were some deep footprints, which were also quite messy.

Where did this damn sniper escape from?