Dominate South Asia

The mountain roads in Afghanistan are difficult to travel, so there is no electricity supply inside the mountains. Those transmission lines cannot be set up from the mountains because the cost is too high. As a headquarters, a lot of electricity is needed, so here a generator is used to generate electricity.

The bright lights here, compared with other places, make it easy to conclude that this is the headquarters.

In the dark, Muhammad gestured to his men, and they squatted there quietly, waiting.

Muhammad took Fahim and slowly approached from the corner of the wall. There were probably a platoon of soldiers guarding the headquarters. After all, the outer defense was already very tight. Besides, the place here was not big, and there were so many people that they couldn't even stand.

There were the most guards at the gate, and next to the generator, there were only two sentinels standing guard, and the two sentinels were holding guns, lowering their heads, and their helmets covered their heads.

Sure enough, he was sleeping! Muhammad walked slowly through the dark wall.

One step, then another, Muhammad and Fahim suddenly jumped up and hid behind the generator, then slowly approached the two Soviet soldiers.

Holding the shining saber in his hand, Muhammad slowly stretched out his left hand from behind and suddenly covered the mouth of the tall Soviet soldier. The soldier suddenly woke up and just wanted to struggle, but his chest hurt.

Muhammad's right hand had already inserted the saber into his chest. When the saber pierced, the opponent's throat made a gurgling sound. Then, Muhammad turned his right hand, and the saber completely opened a big hole in the opponent's chest.

The opponent's body softened, and Muhammad dragged him with his arm and dragged him into the shadow of the generator.

Fahim also killed another sentry cleanly and neatly, and he watched Muhammad quickly jump onto the generator.

The high-power diesel engine drives a three-phase generator. Looking at the four output wires on the thick generator, three live wires and one neutral wire, Muhammad had a new idea.

Originally, he planned to destroy the generator and make the other party lose power, but now, Muhammad has a better choice. He pulled the thinnest transmission line and pulled it hard. The connection on it was not very tight, so Muhammad pulled it off and then connected it to a terminal next to it.

Three-phase generator, three thick wires are live wires, one thin wire is neutral wire, the voltage between the two live wires is 380 volts, and the voltage between the live wire and the neutral wire is 220 volts. The users use a 220-volt voltage of one live wire and one neutral wire. Now Muhammad forcibly connects the neutral wire to the live wire and changes the voltage for the users.

Inside the command center, a 200-watt light bulb is hung on the roof, illuminating the room brightly. A row of radios are working in a tense and orderly manner.

Suddenly, the light bulb above their heads went dark. The sudden darkness made everyone uncomfortable. They almost subconsciously turned their heads and looked at the light bulb above their heads.

The light bulb became brighter again in an instant. The brightness exceeded the previous brightness in an instant. Then, "bang", the light bulb made a slight sound.

Countless glass fragments were emitted from the position of the light bulb, and several Soviets who were closest to it screamed.

The light bulb uses a 220-volt power supply. When the voltage exceeds 250 volts, the filament will be burned out instantly. When it exceeds 300 volts, the hot tungsten molten material will drip onto the glass at the bottom of the light bulb, making a hissing sound and burning a hole in the glass. When it exceeds 350 volts, the large amount of heat accumulated in a short period of time will completely turn the light bulb into a bomb. The glass will instantly break and fly in all directions. Although the power is not as powerful as a grenade, this sudden situation will catch people off guard.

At the same time, the radios also began to smoke in an instant.

"Logistics soldier!" Kulikov shouted, "Power failure, quickly restore the power supply."

At this moment, Kulikov knew that there was a problem with the power supply system. This was a power supply accident caused by the unstable voltage of the generator. As he shouted, two technical soldiers in the room ran out.

"Da Da." At this moment, gunshots were heard outside.

After Muhammad used the generator to destroy the power equipment, he jumped off the generator truck and immediately pulled the trigger.

With the gunshots, the two Soviet soldiers on guard on the roof were shot and fell from above.

The gunshots were the signal. In the dark, Osama picked up his AKM rifle and pulled the trigger at the Soviet soldier standing guard opposite.

The bullets swept through like a storm, and the unprepared Soviet sentry was immediately hit by the fierce bullets and fell down screaming.

The Soviet machine gunner on the roof reacted, lying on the roof, pulling the bolt, and the machine gun in his hand made a clattering sound, and a volley of bullets swept towards Osama and others.

Suddenly, his body trembled, and there was a hole in his head. He let go of the machine gun in his hand powerlessly.

On the houses in the distance, Khwaja continued to turn the gun and aim at the next target. For him, these Soviets in front of him were lambs to be slaughtered.

Shot after shot, the Soviet soldiers facing the attack in the dark did not know that there was a sniper in the distance, constantly plundering their lives.

After killing the opponent's machine gun, the pressure on the guerrillas was immediately relieved. Osama and others rushed out from their hiding place and rushed into the yard in a few steps.

Just after jumping into the yard, Osama's body quickly shrank back.

"Da da da." Flames came out of the window, and the people inside reacted in an instant and began to occupy the sturdy room to resist. They only needed to hold on for a minute, or even just a few seconds, and the Soviet soldiers who heard the gunshots would come from all directions.

The damn guerrillas actually got into the town and tried to sneak attack their own headquarters! Hiding behind a solid brick wall, Kulikov calmly commanded the battle.

The room was full of commanders, most of whom had no weapons, only a few were equipped with pistols, and the only automatic weapons were the AK-74s of the two guards. They hid behind the windows and kept shooting at the Afghan guerrillas who jumped in from outside.

Although they were attacked by surprise, their reaction was so quick. After fighting on the battlefield in Afghanistan for several years, the 108th Division had been honed.

The Soviet soldiers guarding outside the town were quickly returning to support, and Osama and others had even heard the messy footsteps in the distance.

"Grenade!" Osama shouted, took out a grenade, pulled the ring, and threw it inside.

The aim was very high, the grenade flew over the wall and rolled in through the window.

In a small space, the power of the grenade explosion will increase, and the flying shrapnel will kill many people inside.

Kulikov heard the gurgling sound, looked down, and was immediately shocked.

"Grenade!" Kulikov shouted: "Dodge!"

The room is so small, no matter where you hide, you will probably get hurt. Just as Kulikov shouted and retreated at the same time, a radio soldier ran up, and then covered the grenade with his body.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded, and the flying shrapnel all pierced the body of the radio soldier. With the airflow of the explosion, his body flew almost half a meter high, and then fell heavily.

"Kovich!" Kulikov shouted. If it weren't for this young soldier, a large number of people in the room would fall down.

Kulikov's eyes turned blood red. He ran to the window in a few steps and kept shooting outside with his pistol.

Damn guerrillas! Kulikov was extremely angry.

"If we can't get in, we will retreat!" Ramel shouted, "If we don't leave, we will be surrounded."

I didn't expect the Soviet resistance to be so strong. Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer in the distance, Ramel began to feel anxious.

"Even if we die in battle, we must kill the Soviet headquarters!" Hearing Ramel say that he wanted to retreat, Osama immediately looked serious: "For the sake of jihad, we are not afraid of death! We will never be deserters!"

Instructor Muhammad told us that only by protecting ourselves can we destroy the enemy! Ramel wanted to say this, but he didn't say it. The people around him were all looking at him with contempt.

"For the sake of jihad, rush in!" Osama said, holding up his gun, and was about to rush in from the door again, where bullets were flying.

"Buzz, buzz." At this moment, the roar of the engine came from behind.

Turning their heads back, they first saw the back of a truck. The car was driving backwards at a very fast speed. The driver was so crazy!

The route of the car's retreat was right here. If they didn't dodge, they might be knocked to the ground and crushed under the wheels at the next moment.

Just when Osama was in a dilemma, a shout came from the car: "Get in the car!"

The other party was not speaking Russian, but pure Afghan. The guerrillas were immediately delighted. It was Fahim!

"Quick, retreat!" At this time, Osama no longer insisted. He only listened to Muhammad's orders. Now Fahim was in the car, so the one driving the vehicle must be Muhammad!

The barefoot guerrillas stepped on the stone-paved road and ran quickly towards the direction of the truck. At this time, the truck just braked with a puff.

At the intersection, a group of Soviet soldiers appeared. When they saw the situation here, they immediately squatted down, formed a battle formation, and held their AK-74 rifles, ready to shoot here.

"Quick, fire!" Muhammad's voice came from the cab.

"Understood." At this time, Fahim, who was sitting on the truck bed, had a smile on his face. In front of him was a twin-mounted 23mm anti-aircraft gun!