Dominate South Asia

"Pah." Fahim's rifle butt hit the opponent's mouth, several teeth flew out, and the opponent fell to the ground with a scream.

Cool! Fahim's eyes were bloodshot, looking at the next target.

When the melee began, no one dared to use rifles to shoot. The small-caliber bullets of AK-74 did not have high penetration ability, but they could penetrate a person's body and then penetrate into another person's body.

A Soviet soldier held an AK-74 rifle with a bayonet on the front end of the rifle, and stabbed towards Muhammad's back.

"Be careful!" Fahim shouted. He ran towards Muhammad like a cheetah, but unfortunately, before he ran to Muhammad, he saw that the Soviet soldier's bayonet had already been inserted into Muhammad's back.

The Soviet soldier was very confident that this bayonet would be enough to pierce Muhammad through, but when the bayonet touched the opponent's body, it seemed to have hit a hard stone and could no longer pierce.

"Bang." The bayonet made a crisp sound, and his hands went numb. Then, a huge black shadow flew over from the side.

Fahim had already rushed over and hit the opponent's head with the butt of his rifle, smashing his head directly.

"Come closer to me!" Muhammad said. At this time, the two sides continued to fight. Several guerrillas had already controlled several Soviet prisoners. The remaining guerrillas, except for one who was just killed by a bullet, the rest, even if they were injured, still maintained their combat effectiveness.

In the past winter, Muhammad has been training the guerrillas' fighting ability. This time, the few people he brought were the best among them. After a fight, the Soviets did not gain any advantage.

Of course, more importantly, there are their equipment. After cutting open the bulletproof armor of the crashed doe, Muhammad made a dozen bulletproof inserts. Those who followed Muhammad all carried this equipment to resist the small-caliber AK-74 rifle shooting. There was no problem. Just now, even the Soviet bayonet was blocked.

The rifle in Muhammad's hand was still strangling the company commander's neck. At this time, this guy only had one breath left.

Suddenly, the gun on his neck loosened, and he gasped for breath. Everything that happened just now was too fast, so fast that he couldn't react at all.

When everything around him was clear, he had already found that he and several of his men were controlled by the guerrillas, and the two sides were confronting each other.

"You can't run away." In the distance, a Soviet battalion commander shouted. Hundreds of people surrounded a dozen guerrillas. If they were allowed to run away again, the battalion commander felt that he had no face to stay here.

"We didn't plan to run away." Muhammad said, "We have already killed enough. If you don't want these prisoners to die, you'd better stay away from us."

The tactical goal was fully achieved. If they hadn't surrendered just now, they would have been blown to pieces by the helicopter. Now, they are mixed with Soviet soldiers. Although the helicopter has been hovering in the sky in the distance, it cannot join the battle. As for the melee on the ground now, the outcome has been decided.

The guerrillas controlled four Soviet prisoners, and at the same time, they were surrounded by hundreds of Soviets.

Although surrounded, Muhammad was not afraid. Objectively, he had the advantage.

The Soviets would not watch their comrades die in front of them. As long as there were these prisoners, Muhammad's escape was guaranteed. Now Muhammad's only worry was the Soviet sniper. If there was a sniper hiding in the distance, Muhammad's escape plan might fail.

"I have a suggestion." Muhammad said, "You make way for us, and when we retreat to the hillside over there, we can release these people. How about that?"

"Impossible!" The Soviet battalion commander on the opposite side shouted, "You are just a dozen people, and you killed hundreds of our brave soldiers. Now, it's wishful thinking for us to let you go! If you let our people go, you may still have a chance to survive, but if you continue to resist, you will die!"

As the Soviet battalion commander said, all the Soviets who surrounded them raised their guns and pointed them at the guerrillas in the encirclement. As long as they gave an order, countless guns would open fire, which would be enough to kill all these guerrillas. At the same time, the prisoners would have the same fate.

"Captain Mirostev, you will be our hero." The battalion commander shouted to the captured company commander, saying that he was actually going to sacrifice these people.

Muhammad felt the sweat on his forehead, which seeped out in a flash. Did he make a mistake in his judgment? Would the Soviets rather die in glory than live in disgrace?

Or were they just yelling at themselves? Damn it, I was scared when I was little!

Before Muhammad could speak, Osama, who was standing beside him, suddenly stood up.

During the fight just now, Osama was hit on the head by a rifle butt, and blood flowed down his forehead, over his cheeks, and onto his clothes, which looked very scary.

There was blood on his arm, too. Although he was wearing a bulletproof plate, his arm was still unprotected. He was almost crippled by a Soviet bayonet just now.

He looked coldly at the Soviet soldiers around him and suddenly tore open his robe.

Inside was a unique vest with a very trendy style. You could see the metallic luster in the hole pierced by the bullet.

What is Osama going to do? Now, even Muhammad couldn't figure out what Osama was doing, and could only watch Osama tear off the cloth on the outside of the vest piece by piece.

This vest was designed by Muhammad according to the tactical vest of later generations. There are many cloth pockets on it, which can hold various equipment. Now, Osama tore the outside of the cloth pockets and revealed the pieces of things inside.

Suddenly, everyone gasped.

C-4 plastic explosive!

This is a military explosive. Its name comes from the fact that there are 4 carbons in each single molecule structure, abbreviated as C-4. This is a highly efficient explosive, a mixture of high-performance explosive materials such as TNT, semtex and white phosphorus. It can be ground into powder, can be freely loaded into rubber materials, and then squeezed into any shape. Because it also has an adhesive, it can be placed in a very hidden place and stick to it like chewing gum, so it has also earned the title of a cruel "chewing gum".

The chemical properties are very stable. Shooting and collision will not make it explode. Even if it is ignited, it will only burn slowly. Therefore, some soldiers will use C-4 explosives to keep warm when it is cold. However, when it is detonated by a detonator, it will become a powerful explosive.

Now, all the pockets outside Osama's vest are filled with this explosive. The front explosive is inserted with an electric detonator, and the fuse is in Osama's hand.

Seeing Osama covered with explosives, the Soviet soldiers subconsciously took a step back, and then another step back.

Muhammad was also stunned. He did not expect that Osama would turn himself into a ****.

In later generations, Osama launched an attack on the United States, relying on ****. That was a measure taken out of necessity due to the differences in technology and weapons. It was the only way that backward nations could take against developed countries.

And now, Muhammad discovered that this way of confrontation had already been formed in Osama's mind, and the first one to implement it was Osama himself.

If these C-4 explosives were completely detonated, Osama would certainly be wiped out, and the Soviets at the scene would also be killed in large numbers. This is a more mutually destructive way of fighting.

The Soviet soldiers were slowly retreating. They knew the power of these C-4 explosives.

The Soviet battalion commander at the scene was also stunned. What kind of guys are the Afghan guerrillas? Doesn't he know that once these explosives explode, none of these guerrillas will be left?

He can ignore the lives of four or five soldiers including the company commander, but he cannot ignore the lives of the soldiers in his entire battalion. Once the explosion occurs, there will be hundreds of casualties.

However, should he open the passage and let them out of his encirclement? Just let them go like this? How can he explain to his superiors?

There are still a large number of soldiers coming from behind. The regiment commander must be behind, but he just doesn't show up. Obviously, he saw that the situation was not easy to control, so he left the mess to himself.

"Captain, there is a cliff on the other side of the mountain." Just when the battalion commander didn't know how to make a decision, a soldier next to him said.

The hillside over there was towering, and there was the sound of rushing water. The battalion commander thought about the sand table before entering the valley. Yes, there was a cliff!

These guerrillas were panicking and ran to the wrong place. They thought there was a way out. Since it was a cliff, why not let these guerrillas go. At the top of the cliff, they were all live targets. By the way, where are the snipers?

"Let them go, snipers are ready." The battalion commander said to the soldiers around him.

In the Soviet army's organization, SVD sniper rifles were assigned to platoons. Each platoon had snipers. A battalion had nearly ten snipers, which was enough to complete this sniper mission and save several captured people.

Osama stood in front of the guerrillas. He knew that this was the most dangerous moment. Even if a Soviet soldier pulled the trigger out of control due to nervousness, his side would be completely in danger.

Osama was not afraid of death, especially after escaping from prison and fighting with Muhammad, he put life and death aside. But now, he was not asking for death, but to survive in the face of death. He wanted to use this method to force the Soviets to agree to let him go.

Time passed little by little, and Osama could even hear his own heartbeat, which was a little faster than usual. The sweat on his forehead, mixed with blood, flowed to the ground.