Dominate South Asia

Mhammad took off a hat from the corpse of the Soviet soldier on the ground and put it on his head. The original rag was thrown aside. Then, he got on the Kamaz and hit it hard with the butt of his gun, smashing a hole in the crumbling bulletproof glass in front, and the broken glass fell to the ground.

Although it is bulletproof glass and can block bullets, this glass will not remain intact after blocking bullets. It will break at any time. Now, under the force of the gun butt, the chrysanthemums shattered all over the floor.

Hamad only cleared a piece of the glass in front of him so that he could see the road ahead clearly. The glass on the other side was still full of cracks and nothing could be seen.

"Quick, get in the car!" Mhamad said, looking at the guerrillas behind him.

Time is precious these days.

The guerrillas scrambled to get into the car, and most of them sat in the back. It was covered with a grass-green military canvas shed. They got in, and nothing could be seen from the outside.

Now, before they had time to see what cargo was in the car, the engine underneath roared, and then the Kamaz started.

Hamad held the steering wheel tightly in his hands, stepped on the accelerator hard, and the engine roared. Then, he released the accelerator, and then pushed the gear lever forward with his right hand.

"Click, clatter." I heard a scream from the gearbox, and the gear was increased.

"You didn't press the clutch?" Khwaja said from the passenger seat.

Naturally, this battle cannot be without the participation of Khwaja. After the sniper failed, Khwaja ran with his gun and finally got on the truck before it was about to start.

Ten people were left on the battlefield to clean up the battlefield and take back the trophies. The remaining more than 20 people got into the car. This time, they were going to take down the outpost.

This is a very important step in Mhamad's plan. Their main purpose this time is to attack the outpost, but before attacking the outpost, they must attack this convoy first.

Moreover, hijacking a car from the convoy is a top priority, because in this way they can easily rush into the outpost!

Khwaja would never be without himself in such a battle. Now, sitting in the passenger seat of the cab, Khwaja looked at Mhammad's actions and immediately felt curious.

At this time, as the engine roared, and then, between the roars, a new gear was engaged. This time, the clutch was not pressed?

Mhammad did not answer Khwaja's words, but asked: "Can you drive a truck?"

If he had known that others would drive, Mhamad would not have volunteered like this. After all, this position is the most vulnerable to being shot. The bulletproof glass in front has been shattered by himself, otherwise he would not be able to see the road.

Many of these guerrillas are from mountain tribes, and some have never entered a city. They are good at driving horses and donkeys, but when it comes to driving trucks, many of them are certainly not good at it.

Unexpectedly, this Khwaja would.

After hearing Mhammad's question, Khwaja said: "In the past, I worked in a factory in Jalalabad. There were trucks there and I drove by quietly."

In a factory? Hearing this, Hamad was a little emotional.

In fact, before the war broke out in Afghanistan, some basic industries had been established. Although the entire country had only been integrated with the world for a short time, it had become civilized and open. If it continues to develop like this, maybe it will will become a wealthy industrial country.

Unfortunately, the Soviet invasion plunged Afghanistan completely into war. The Soviets left, but the war in Afghanistan continued. In later generations, the Taliban seized power. People thought that the country would get back on track. However, they did not expect that the Taliban abandoned all their previous promises and tried to establish a fundamentalist country. Women must wear veils when going out. You can't speak to men you don't know, and all the country's efforts to integrate with modern society have been in vain.

Although he has only fought two battles, Mhamad feels that he has integrated into this era and this country. Now that he is here, can Afghanistan repeat the old path?

No, absolutely not!

The road in front of Mhamad became clear again, and it was very, very far.

"Do we need to keep this a secret?" At this time, Khwaja said again.

Hamad heard clearly, and he hadn't answered the question just now.

"It's very simple. Practice makes perfect." Hamad said, "I will teach you when I go back this time."

You don’t need a clutch to change gears, just coordinate the throttle well. Many professional truck drivers in the big Eastern countries know this skill. Mhammad had been exposed to such techniques in previous training.

The engine continued to roar, and Kamaz was getting closer and closer to the post.

From the broken glass, Mhamad saw the outpost in front of him. It was built on the side of the road. It happened to be a high ground, overlooking the surroundings. There were three machine gun positions surrounding the outpost, which could perfectly protect the outpost. If there were guerrillas, When a team comes for a sneak attack, no matter where they come from, they will be covered by machine gun bullets.

There must be a generator in the outpost, and there is a large searchlight above the outpost.

Although he now has this truck, he can approach the outpost quietly, but if he really goes over, since these guerrillas have not undergone rigorous training and have not been assigned targets in advance, there will still be casualties if he continues like this.

What to do?

Looking at the roadblock in front, Muhammad slowed down the truck.

This truck is a Soviet supply truck, so Muhammad hardly needs to say anything. As soon as the truck arrived, two soldiers from the outpost came out to remove the roadblock.

"Quick, let the platoon leader gather the troops and go to the mountain road ahead for rescue. Our convoy has been surrounded by a group of guerrillas." Muhammad leaned out of the car window. The hat on his head was stained with blood, and with the blood on the car window, anyone could see that this was a person who barely escaped from death.

Muhammad's words were very fluent and hurried. The two soldiers did not hesitate at all. After removing the roadblock, they ran to the outpost behind.

In fact, they also heard the two explosions in the distance, but without orders from above, they stayed in the post and could not move.

Now, after hearing Muhammad's words, a loud whistle was heard from the post soon, and with this sound, all the soldiers ran over from where they were.

First, they gathered in the open space. The platoon leader would give a short lecture, and then they could quickly go to support in the two cars in the post.

Seeing the soldiers gathering in a hurry, Muhammad smiled and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

"Buzz, buzz." The Kamaz rushed over like crazy. These Soviet soldiers didn't know why, but they saw flames coming out of the truck.

Wherever the flames went, there were screams of death.

Flames were coming out of the cab in front and the carport in the back.

"They are guerrillas! Kill them!" The platoon leader who was guarding here hid behind an oil barrel and saw the people behind the truck. Those people were dressed like local natives instead of their own people.

These guerrillas pretended to be their own people and came to attack! This made the platoon leader very angry. The open space was full of corpses. Nearly twenty people fell in a pool of blood and were then run over by the shameful Kamaz.

The platoon leader's words seemed to attract the attention of the guerrillas. As soon as he lowered his head, he heard a bang bang sound. The bullets hit the oil barrel and sparks flew everywhere.

"Crack." The car finally stopped, the door opened, and Muhammad jumped out first, holding an AKM in his hand, and rushed towards the nearest machine gun position.

Because of the assembly whistle just now, the machine gunner of this machine gun position also ran over to prepare to listen to the order, so this machine gun position was temporarily vacant.

The machine guns here are the biggest threat to the guerrillas.

A Soviet soldier was also running here. It seemed that the soldier also knew that using this machine gun to deal with the guerrillas was the most appropriate choice.

"Tu Tu Tu." The AKM in Muhammad's hand spit out a tongue of fire, and the Soviet soldier in front of him fell down.

Three steps in two, Muhammad jumped into the bunker of the machine gun position,

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DshKM heavy machine gun! Muhammad couldn't let it go as soon as he saw it.

Although this heavy machine gun actually existed during World War II, it is strong and durable. The 12.7mm caliber bullet is enough to penetrate the weak armor of the BMP infantry fighting vehicle. Moreover, by raising the tripod, it can also be used as an anti-aircraft weapon. Although it can't penetrate the armor of the Mi-24, it can still knock down the Mi-24 after hitting the fatal part of the Mi-24.

This machine gun has been in service in later generations until the disintegration of Russia, and it has not been retired.

The only drawback is that the machine gun is too heavy.

Behind Muhammad, Durrani followed closely and jumped into the machine gun position together.

"Quick, move this machine gun over." Muhammad said.

Durrani understood, and he and Muhammad worked together to lift the machine gun over.

Turning the muzzle, Muhammad saw a tongue of fire spitting out from the machine gun position in another corner before he fired.

They fired at the guerrillas, and a guerrilla was hit immediately because he couldn't dodge.

The 12.7mm bullet hit the body and immediately made a big hole. The guerrilla fell to the ground without even a scream.

"F**k, kill your mother." Muhammad shouted, and pulled the trigger in his hand, and his heavy machine gun spit out a tongue of fire.

Durrani, who was holding the ammunition belt, didn't know what the instructor said. It was not Russian, nor Pashto, but rather the language of some oriental country.

Muhammad just said the national curse.

In a hurry, Muhammad still picked the most catchy words, and as he said that, bullets poured towards the machine gun position.

Suddenly, the man on the opposite side seemed to be electrocuted, his body shook a few times, blood flowed onto the cold machine gun, and he fell on the bunker. PS: Thanks to book friend heavensailer for the reward! Thanks to all friends for voting and support!