Dominate South Asia

"Slant range 36.8, speed 230, set data." Muhammad shouted to Fahim.

At this time, Muhammad had already sat in the aiming-firing chair, while Fahim sat in the sight setting chair on the side. Muhammad's eyes were fixed on the anti-aircraft reflex sight with a hood, and his right hand turned the steering gear, watching the crosshairs quickly pressed on the target.

When he saw Fahim staying on the anti-aircraft gun without moving, Muhammad knew that this guy was too obsessed and could not hear him no matter how he shouted. At this time, the doe had already flown over, and it was very difficult to take Fahim away. There was only one way left.

Use this anti-aircraft gun to kill the Soviet helicopter!

It sounds right to use anti-aircraft guns to attack helicopters, but the advantage is still on the helicopter side. After all, helicopters have the advantages of high speed and active attack, while anti-aircraft guns can only passively defend, and it is the first time for Fahim to operate a complex aiming system.

Muhammad had no time to say anything more. When he jumped on the seat, Fahim saw Muhammad coming. He was surprised when he heard a roar and found that the Soviet female deer was flying.

Fahim jumped on the right seat and quickly set the data according to Muhammad's order, turning the knobs to make the dial point to the correct data.

Even Muhammad was not completely sure. Last night, the distance to hit the ground target was very close, and visual aiming was enough. Now, to hit the helicopter in the sky, there must be no deviation.

At this time, Muhammad raced against time. When the direction had turned, he stepped on the firing pedal without any hesitation.

"Boom, boom." As he stepped on the pedal, a puff of green smoke first came out of the muzzle, and with the green smoke, a ball of fire appeared, and in front of the flame, bullets flew out one by one.

At this moment, the female deer on the opposite side had also discovered them. With quick eyes and hands, the opponent's helicopter began to climb rapidly. At the same time, the weapon operator began to make intensive and orderly preparations.

The killing range of this anti-aircraft gun is only two kilometers. As long as the female deer flies out of the opponent's killing range, it can easily launch rockets outside the defense zone and turn this place into a sea of ​​fire.

Muhammad's eyes were fixed on the sight, watching the projectile fly up and explode far away from the female deer, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

Damn, the ZAP-23 vector sight of this anti-aircraft gun is not calibrated! Muhammad saw the impact point and knew that there was a big difference between this sight and the actual firing point of the shell. If he shot it like this, he would definitely not hit it!

What to do? Muhammad raised his head from the sight and looked at the actual explosion point of the shell. It was below the opponent. Muhammad immediately used his left hand to turn the elevation machine to raise the elevation angle of the anti-aircraft gun and continued to shoot.

"Boom, boom, boom." Several more shells went over, this time the direction was wrong!

Muhammad continued to turn the steering machine, and then fired again.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The ammunition in the fifty-round ammunition box was about to run out. If they still couldn't hit the target, the two had no other choice but to run away with their heads in their arms.

The helicopter pilot looked at the anti-aircraft guns below with a joking look. The Afghan guerrillas only used RPGs at most. They couldn't operate this kind of anti-aircraft guns skillfully at all.

The pilot hovered the plane, and the weapon operator in front pressed the launch button. A puff of black smoke came out from the short wings on both sides, and rockets were fired from the rocket launcher one by one.

The last 23mm shell was fired from the muzzle, flying past with a bright arc.

When watching the shell flying over, the weapon operator opened his eyes wide and shouted to the pilot behind him: "Pull up, pull up!"

The two turboshaft engines above the head burst out with the maximum power, the propellers rotated faster, and the huge doe began to climb up.

"Boom!" At this time, the shell had already flown over and hit the top of the doe's head. When it was still two meters away from the doe, the warhead exploded, and countless fragments instantly entered the engine above the head.

A numbing sound came from the engine, and countless red indicator lights flashed on the instrument panel in front of the pilot.

Engine failure! The powerless doe fell from the sky like a stone, and the fuselage began to rotate continuously. The propeller on the top rotated in the opposite direction to slow down the helicopter's falling speed. This was the only self-rescue measure for the helicopter before it crashed, spinning.

The two pilots screamed in horror, their bodies spinning with the helicopter, and their brains were completely dizzy.

"Boom!" The helicopter fell to the ground, and then, a flame came out of the engine on the top, and then the fireball surrounded the entire helicopter... The engine ignited the fuel, and the fuel ignited the weapon racks on both sides.

Muhammad had no time to see the results of the battle on the opposite side. The dozen rockets were flying towards this side with flames.

"Jump!" Muhammad shouted, although he knew that this would not help, but he had to give it a try.

Jumping down from the shooting position, Muhammad's legs seemed to be filled with infinite power, and he ran forward quickly. He ran in the direction of the rockets. Muhammad was betting on the advance time when the Soviets shot.

"Boom, boom boom!" The rockets flew quickly, lifting the ground around the truck into the air, and dust was flying everywhere.

"Instructor!" Khwaja, Ramal, Herman, Osama and others ran towards this side quickly. Osama ran the fastest, and at the same time, he was still complaining in his heart.

That fool Fahim, who didn't listen to the instructor's orders, would have died, but the instructor still went to save him! Really... he didn't understand discipline, and he shouldn't have obeyed orders on the battlefield. He should have been shot long ago.

The power of the explosion of these dozen rockets was so amazing that Muhammad's head was a little dizzy. He slowly opened his eyes and felt a little heavy in his body.

Who? Muhammad pushed the person above him away, sat up and saw that it was Fahim!

Fahim's face turned pale. He looked at Muhammad and said, "Mahmad, you are not injured. That's great."

Mahmad was wearing a homemade tactical vest with a titanium alloy plate that could withstand direct 7.62mm bullets. At most, his legs and arms were not covered and were easily injured. The combat experience in these days proved that this set of protective equipment was very effective.

Even without Fahim's protection, Muhammad would be fine.

But... Fahim was obviously injured. His face was a little pale, and blood kept coming out of his back.

"Mahmad, instructor, instructor." At this time, the guerrillas had already run over.

"Quick, take Fahim away." Muhammad said.

A stretcher was hastily made, and the guerrillas carried Fahim and ran quickly towards the rugged mountain road.

Ten minutes later, another doe appeared. This doe only saw the crashed companions and the anti-aircraft truck covered by rockets. The truck and the anti-aircraft gun were completely destroyed.

Where are the guerrillas? Where are the guerrillas? The doe circled the battlefield and began to search.

On the rugged mountain road, the guerrillas ran quickly, and Fahim on the stretcher felt his eyelids getting heavier.

"Fahim, don't sleep!" Muhammad said, "Think about our unfinished business! Hang on!"

Many times, once the wounded fell asleep, they could never open their eyes again.

Fahim's injury was very serious. Muhammad just took a simple look and knew that he was powerless. Muhammad could pick out the bullet with a bayonet and perform surgery on himself, but he could not do the same to Fahim.

Fahim was hit by four shrapnel on his back, one of which was very close to the aorta. Muhammad was not sure. Moreover, these wounds needed to be cleaned and sutured, and Muhammad could not do so much for the time being.

The most urgent thing was to find a doctor, a doctor who could perform surgery! Muhammad's brain was thinking rapidly, where to find a doctor for Fahim?

In the mountainous areas of Afghanistan, there were no doctors in those small villages in the remote areas. He could only go to big places. It seemed that he had to find a way from those towns.

The larger towns in the Panjshir Valley were Ruha, Astana, and Zenia. Among them, Ruha Town was the largest and was also the headquarters of the Soviets. He had just defeated the opponent's headquarters. The defense there was very tight. He could not run into a wall again. He could only find a way from the two towns of Astana and Zenia.

The closest place should be Astana, so he just went to Astana!

"Fahim, hold on, I will save you." Muhammad said.

"No, Mr. Muhammad, I am going to see the great Allah. I will be up there, watching you continue to attack the Soviets until they are driven away. Don't take risks for me anymore." Fahim said.

"No, we will not give up any of our comrades." Muhammad said, "If you survive, you can attack more Soviets."

The mountain road was rugged. After walking through a path that could only accommodate one person, the guerrillas came to a cave.

This was a foothold for the guerrillas. It was open on all sides and easy to defend. After coming here, they could move forward and backward freely.

Putting Fahim on the ground, Fahim's face became paler. Although the wound had been simply bandaged, the blood was still flowing.

Muhammad's face was solemn. It was urgent to find a doctor for Fahim.

"Khwaja, Osama, follow me. The rest of you, stay here." Muhammad said calmly.

"Mr. Muhammad, where are you going?" Fahim asked quietly.

"To the doctor." Muhammad said, "You won't die."