Dominate South Asia

"Mr. Muhammad, your command is really great." Walking on the rugged mountain road, Fahim kept saying to Muhammad: "In fact, when I stayed, I was ready to sacrifice, but you let us retreat safely and dealt a heavy blow to the Soviets."

Fahim was very excited when he saw Muhammad's excellent command for the first time. Although he was ready to sacrifice, he was naturally more delighted to be able to come back alive now.

"Go quickly." Muhammad said: "The danger is not over yet."

The rockets behind can stop the Soviets for more than ten minutes. They will still catch up. Moreover, it is getting light now. As the day breaks, those terrible female deer begin to circle overhead.

Mhammad asked Durrani to leave all the rockets, but took away all the Stinger missiles. Now he has no countermeasures for those female deer.

Run! Only running away in a short time is the only chance for our side! Muhammad threw his legs and ran wildly on the mountain road.

On the other side of the mountain pass, a large group of Soviet soldiers have already poured out.

The morning sun shines on the mountains and on the figures running fast on the hillside.

"Turn left ahead and we can meet up with Mr. Masoud." Fahim said to Muhammad while running.

There is a fork in the road ahead, and Muhammad said without hesitation: "Let's run to the right."

The right? Hearing Muhammad's words, Fahim was stunned. There was a cliff over there!

The Soviets came faster than he thought. If he met up with Masoud directly, he would bring a large number of Soviet soldiers over. Although Muhammad knew that a temporary change of direction would bring more danger, he had no choice now.

"Boom, boom." At this moment, two doe planes appeared overhead, flying low from the other side of the valley.

Muhammad took the lead, and more than a dozen people ran quickly to the right.

"Mr. Muhammad, this is a dead end." Fahim said to Muhammad: "There is a cliff at the end of the road."

"We are on a dead end." Muhammad said, his words full of cruelty.

So Fahim no longer hesitated and followed Muhammad along the mountain road.

"The target is found ahead." In a Gazelle helicopter, the weapons operator sat in the low front cabin and said to the pilot behind: "At three o'clock, on the hillside, they are running away."

"Understood." The pilot pressed the control lever to the left, and the Gazelle began to turn and flew towards the running guerrillas.

"Machine guns ready." The pilot said, opening the weapon safety.

Under the short wings on both sides of the Gazelle, there are rocket launchers. These weapons are operated by the weapons operator in the front cabin. Only the machine gun in the nose is controlled by the pilot. The two work closely together.

On the turret at the nose of the aircraft, a 12.7mm four-barrel Gatling gun began to rotate, with the black muzzle aimed at the target in front.

"Da da, da da da..." The pilot pressed the firing button on the joystick, and suddenly, the four-barrel Gatling gun started to rotate, and countless bullets poured towards the guerrillas over there like a storm. The sound of electric motors, bullets, and engines mixed into a loud movement.

"Hide!" Muhammad shouted. Hearing that the helicopter behind was getting closer and closer, Muhammad knew that the helicopter was going to attack. When the bullets were fired, they just ran to a col and hid there, not daring to show their heads.

The most proud thing about Gatling is the firing rate. The four-barrel Gatling is equivalent to four machine guns firing together. The bullets are pouring down, and the entire hillside is like being plowed.

"Mr. Muhammad, what should we do?" Fahim asked Muhammad.

Being suppressed by the machine gun of this helicopter and unable to raise their heads, this is very dangerous. When the helicopter finds that the machine gun cannot threaten them, it will use rockets on both sides. If the col here is hit by rockets, all the people will become meat dregs.

Muhammad gritted his teeth and listened to the gunshots outside. Damn, if there was a Stinger!

The rumbling sound faded away, Muhammad looked up and saw a large number of Soviets following behind. Another helicopter was hovering in the distance, and rockets under the short wings on both sides were about to be fired.

There was no time to hesitate. Muhammad took off the headscarf on Fahim's head, spread it out, waved his hands, and stood out from the hidden col.

"Soviet friends, don't shoot, we surrender!" Muhammad shouted loudly.

Fahim felt that the tall image that Muhammad had just established in his mind collapsed. Surrender... How could His Excellency Muhammad surrender!

There was no choice. If he didn't surrender, the hovering Hind would pour rockets from both sides, and no one would be able to escape.

"Your Excellency Muhammad, we will never surrender!" Fahim said to Muhammad from behind. His gun was already raised, aiming at Muhammad's back, ready to shoot and kill this man at any time.

"Stupid, if you want to continue killing Soviets, just listen to me!" Muhammad whispered: "Kill me if you want to die."

After that, Muhammad continued to shout to the opposite side: "We surrender!"

If Kournieva were here, she would be able to identify Mhamad's conspiracy immediately and surrender? How could the jihadists surrender? They all have firm beliefs and are not afraid of death. For them, death is just going to another world, and their souls will be sublimated in that world.

Now, Mhamad is surrendering. In fact, even he himself has no confidence in his heart. Will the other party accept his surrender? If the opponent's goal is to completely eliminate one's own side, then one's side will have no chance of survival.

The Hind helicopter was still hovering. As soon as he saw smoke coming from the pylons on both sides, Mhammad had to run back immediately, running back desperately.

The helicopter was still hovering, its rotors stirring the airflow and making a whirring sound. The Soviet soldiers, like a tide, were running over quickly to surround them.

"Drop the gun," shouted the Soviet soldier coming up from a distance.

Hamad slowly unhooked the gun he was carrying, then reached out and unloaded the magazine with a bang, threw it on the ground, and then raised the gun high above his head.

When Mhamad took the gun, the Soviet soldiers who came up were obviously nervous, and when they saw Mhamad unloading the magazine, they immediately smiled on their faces.

"Everyone unload the magazines and raise the guns above your heads!" The Soviet soldiers rushed up and said to Mhamad and the people behind him.

Fahim stared at Mhamad, removed the magazine from his AK-74 rifle, and raised the gun high above his head.

More and more Soviets surrounded them. At least one company came up, and more Soviets were coming from the valley behind.

"Where are the rest of the guerrillas?" A Soviet company commander walked up to Mhamad and said to Mhamad: "Where are they?"

"In another valley, wait to meet us. I can take you there." Mhamad said.

"Then let's go!" shouted the Soviet company commander. At the same time, two Soviet soldiers came up from behind and wanted to take Mhamad into custody.

"Do it!" Mhamad shouted.

As he spoke, Hamad turned the AKM rifle in his hand suddenly sideways, used all his strength, and smashed the butt of the rifle against a Soviet soldier next to him.

The wooden gun butt hit the soldier's chest hard, and a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth. He screamed and fell backwards.

Then, Mhamad swept the butt of his rifle onto the head of another Soviet soldier next to him. Although he was wearing a helmet, he was knocked unconscious by Mhamad's rifle butt, and blood flowed out of the helmet. .

"Da da da." At this moment, the Soviet soldier who was guarding closely beside him suddenly pulled the trigger, and several bullets hit Mhamad's back.

A huge impact came, and Mhamad took advantage of the impact to run forward two steps, catch up with the Soviet company commander, pass the gun body across the opponent's neck, and strangle him tightly.

The moment Mhamad shouted to take action, the guerrillas who had fought with Mhamad for many times immediately reacted and pounced on the Soviets closest to them.

Most of the Soviets did not fire. At such a close distance, stray bullets could easily injure their own people. A few nervous Soviet soldiers had already involuntarily pulled the triggers with their fingers, and bullets flew towards the guerrillas.

"Da da, da da da." The bodies of the guerrillas were pushed back by the bullets, but as soon as the gunshots were fired, these guerrillas pounced on them as if they were not afraid of death.

How is this possible! The Soviet soldiers who were closest and had already fired were shocked. The bullets could not kill these guerrillas! Suddenly, they remembered some kind of legend. It was said that these guerrillas had some ancient magic, and after using it, they were invulnerable!

Only one of the guerrillas was shot, and his arms swung the gun weakly before he finally fell.

Fahim watched as another guerrilla he brought was killed. At this moment, his eyes were filled with rage, and the hateful Soviets were all in front of him!

Kill these Soviets! Fahim brandished the barrel of the Ak-74 rifle and smashed it at the nearest Soviet.

The Soviet turned his own AK-74 rifle sideways and blocked Fahim's gun butt with the barrel. There was a violent collision and the tiger's mouth was numb.

"Bang!" Fahim swung over again. This hit made the opponent completely unable to hold the gun. He released his left hand and released the handguard of the gun body. In the opponent's eyes, all Fahim was waving. gun butt.