Dominate South Asia

"Here, he must have rolled here from here, and then went down the mountain from there!" Ramel shouted, "Go, follow me!"

The location of the Hewaja sniper has been determined, but this location is very strange, there are only footprints coming, but no footprints leaving.

There are traces of rolling on the snow, and the traces lead to the place where bullets are fired intensively. The ground there is very mottled by bullets, and there are some unclear footprints in the distance.

Ramel determined that the Soviet sniper escaped from there, and he was going to chase him with the Tajik boys.

"No need to chase." Muhammad said: "The Soviet sniper did not escape from there."

? Ramel stopped and turned to look at Muhammad. This man has always been superb in commanding battles.

"The Soviets walked from here." Muhammad pointed to the footprints on the ground.

"Impossible." Ramel blurted out his words. After he finished speaking, he remembered that it was very inappropriate to refute Instructor Muhammad in front of so many people. He just didn't believe it.

These footprints clearly came here, how could they be footprints of escape? Unless... unless this person walked backwards! How is this possible?

Muhammad shook his head helplessly. If Ramel had observed more carefully, he would not have been fooled by the Soviets. Although the footprints were backwards, they were the clearest, indicating that they had just been stepped on. Based on this, Muhammad knew that he was right.

Picking up the telescope and following the footprints to the distance, Muhammad could also find that there were no footprints three hundred meters away.

This shows that the Soviets walked backwards and hid in a snow cave three hundred meters away!

The Soviets are indeed cunning!

If it wasn't Muhammad who came, the guerrillas would have searched the mountain and the messy footprints would have covered up the inconspicuous backward footprints. At that time, the Soviets would have really disappeared from their eyes.

"Osama, prepare a rocket. The target is 300 meters away, at the end of the footprints at 3 o'clock. Pay attention to the wind speed and shoot it accurately!"

Ramal looked at Muhammad and Osama quietly. The rockets they brought were thrown into the snow when the sniper attacked. Osama moved one up, swept away a piece of snow, revealing a hard stone, put it on it, and quickly aimed with a special caliper.

Muhammad looked at the end of the snow. Did the Soviets change their tactics and try to rely on snipers? This let the Soviets know that there are two more words before snipers: cannon fodder!

"Ready!" Osama shouted. Osama has mastered the tubeless launch of this 107 rocket very well. He is very confident.

"Fire!" Muhammad shouted.

Osama took the lead of the battery, but the rocket did not respond.

Osama suddenly felt a headache. It was okay for his own guerrillas, but if he lost face in front of these Tajiks, it would be a loss of face for instructor Muhammad.

Osama tried several more times, but there was still no response.

"Instructor..." Osama could only look up and look at Muhammad. The instructor had to troubleshoot this temporary fault.

Muhammad looked at Osama's frustrated expression. The training of these new equipment was still not in place.

Muhammad took a few steps, looked at the battery in Osama's hand, and asked, "Are there any new batteries?"

Osama shook his head, knowing that the weirdness was all about the battery.

The battery was wet. Just now during the battle, this battery fell into the snow. If Osama hadn't found it in time, the battery would have been gone.

A wet battery has insufficient power to fire the rocket.

Osama's face suddenly became even uglier. Without a battery, the rocket could not be fired, and this attack would not work.

"Let's lead the team to surround it." Durrani said that as long as the location of the Soviet sniper is found, dozens of people on our side will definitely be able to kill the sniper.

Muhammad shook his head: "No need! This sniper just killed many of our Tajik brothers. Now, let him be smashed to pieces! This rocket is a gift for him!"

After speaking, Muhammad took the rocket down and knocked the back cover against the stone.

The people around, including Osama and Durrani, subconsciously stepped back a few steps. What is the instructor going to do?

All shells are blunt charges. If a single impact can ignite the shells, then the process of transporting shells will be extremely dangerous.

The same was true for this rocket. Muhammad carelessly hit it three times, and the rear cover of the rocket was knocked open. He pulled it off with his hands twice, and the propellant at the back was also exposed.

"Aim again." Muhammad said to Osama.

Is this okay? Looking at the rocket that was knocked down by the chrysanthemum, Osama repeated the action just now.

Muhammad was on the side, covering his mouth with both hands and skillfully lit a cigarette.

"Stay away." Muhammad said.

Watching the people around him step back a few steps, Muhammad took a few puffs of the cigarette and touched the charge at the tail of the rocket with the cigarette butt.

This kind of propellant is not so easy to ignite. It would be better if there was a torch! Muhammad saw that the cigarette butt was about to go out, put it in his mouth, took two puffs, and put it back on.

After another three seconds, suddenly, sparks appeared on the propellant.

run! Mhamad took off his feet and ran in both directions.

At the tail of the rocket, a small spark suddenly turned into a ball of fire. The fire burned for a second, and then, with a whoosh, like an arrow leaving the string, the 107 rocket flew out.

At this moment, in the snow three hundred meters away, a figure suddenly jumped out of thin air.

At the beginning, Sergeyev did not know what these guerrillas were going to do. The advantage of a sniper was concealment, and Sergeyev was sure that he was well concealed.

There happened to be a headwind here, and the wind was blowing towards the top of the mountain. As a result, Sergeyev could not hear clearly the conversations of the guerrillas on the top of the mountain. Sergeyev could only hear the footsteps coming from the snow. He heard the sound and knew that they were still on the top of the mountain and did not move.

What are they doing? Sergeyev continued to wait. He was sure that he had not been discovered yet and that the footsteps were not coming towards him.

He continued to wait for more than ten minutes until Sergeyev heard a crash, and another minute later, he heard a swishing sound.

This sound made Sergeyev's heart tremble immediately, because Sergeyev had already guessed something!

The damn Afghan guerrillas actually used rockets to blow him up!

This guerrilla group in the north of Jalalabad has a certain number of rockets. No one knows where the rockets come from. They only know that these people are very good at operating rockets and can hit the target accurately!

It turned out that they had discovered their hidden location and used rockets to bomb them! Sergeyev made a new decision in an instant.

He jumped out of the snow cave and sprinted backwards on the white snow.

There is no other choice. Run, keep running, run across this mountain, and then find a sniper position again. If they still dare to chase, snipe again!

Unfortunately, it's still too late.

Sergeyev only ran a dozen steps when he heard a loud bang from behind.

Then, countless shrapnel fragments spread out in all directions from the center of the explosion. Sergeyev felt severe pain in several places on his back, which was the feeling of shrapnel hitting his body.

Then, the hot air rolled onto his back. He threw himself forward and rolled his body twice, trying to put out the flames on his back.

The blood flowing out of his back dyed the white snow red. After he rolled a few times, his body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and he could no longer roll.

There are indeed snipers there! Until now, Lamel didn't believe that, moreover, the sniper who killed several of his own boys was killed by a rocket launcher! This revenge is well avenged!

The guerrillas surrounded him, and Mhamad refilled two bullets to make sure the guy was completely dead before picking up the sniper rifle on the ground.

This is an ordinary SVD sniper rifle, with five marks carved with a saber on the handle, which means that he has killed five people, and the results of this battle have not yet been engraved.

"Instructor, I didn't hit him just now." Khwaja also came over and said to Mhamad. The instructor just used himself as bait to create opportunities for Khwaja, but in the end, Khwaja still made a mistake.

"The distance is too far, beyond the walking accuracy of your sniper rifle." Mhammad said.

Although the SVD is called a sniper rifle in the Soviet equipment sequence, it is actually just a precision shooting rifle. Its accuracy cannot even match that of later generations of advanced automatic rifles.

For example, the dispersion at a distance of 600 meters is 395 millimeters, which is equivalent to the fact that even if the target is aimed, at a distance of 600 meters, the error of the bullet is the width of a person's body.

Khwaja's face still looked embarrassed, and it was his fault.

"Congratulations." Mhammad said to Khwaja: "You can shoot more accurately in the future. This guy is a professional sniper. He carries special 7N1 sniper bullets. With it, you can There will be no more mistakes like today.”

Khwaja also wanted to use sniper bullets, but he couldn't find them. He could only use ordinary 7.62mm bullets, so the accuracy was not high. Now, this guy was also a sniper, and the ammunition he brought was special. Khwaja suddenly felt Hi, he bent down to pick the opponent's bullet bag.

"Let's go back to the base." The mission has been completed at the cost of losing several Tajik young men. The tone in Mhamad's words is firm and cannot be changed.

Osama and Ramal did not dare to say anything. When they arrived, they were so confident that they would kill the Soviets at the airport. They had already flown over the Pamir Plateau. If they wanted to attack any airport, a Soviet sniper had already killed them. What a mess they made!