Dominate South Asia

He brushed the dirt off his head and looked at the tank in front of him. At this time, there was already a thick smoke and the fire had died down.

The turret and the tank body separated and fell to one side. The barrel was bent. It was very likely that when it landed again, the barrel was facing downward. Looking at the state of the tank, the people inside must be dead.

It was a close call! He was almost crushed into a meat paste by the tank. Looking at the red five-pointed star on the turret, Hua Dongjie felt lucky to have escaped death.

There were some corpses lying around, many of them were crushed by tanks. Those guys with big beards and robes had only one identity, Afghan guerrillas.

And the tank that was destroyed in front of him was only from one era, the Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan in the 1980s!

Hua Dongjie's mind was in a mess. This place was very familiar and very strange. How could he appear here? This is a powder keg.

Afghanistan has never been pacified. In later generations, the world's gangsters occupied this place, and it was still a quagmire.

What is my identity here? There are some vague impressions in my mind, but I am not sure.

"Instructor, I saw you being run over by the tank, and I thought you... God bless you, damn Satan, the Soviet tanks have finally been killed by us." Just when Hua Dongjie was still standing there in a daze, a man stood up from the broken earth wall beside him and said to Hua Dongjie.

His eyes were sunken, his nose was a little high, his skin was dark, and his beard was not trimmed, almost covering his mouth. He was wearing a white robe, which had now turned brown. He was a typical Middle Easterner, or an Afghan native.

Seeing Hua Dongjie looking at him with a pair of blank eyes, the Afghan guerrilla in front of him said: "Instructor, are you injured? Did you hurt your brain?"

Just now, seeing the instructor being run over by the Soviet tank, Durrani Shah's heart was about to rise to his throat.

For more than two years, the Soviets occupied the entire Afghanistan. Facing the Soviet invasion, Afghanistan was angry. They spontaneously formed guerrillas to resist the invasion of the Soviet Satan.

However, the gap in strength was obvious. After controlling various major cities, the Soviets began to attack the mountainous areas controlled by the guerrillas, and the guerrillas retreated step by step. Facing tanks and planes, they were helpless. At this time, a group of instructors finally came from neighboring Pakistan to guide their military training.

Along with them came various weapons, such as the current rocket launcher.

The instructor took them to train in the mountains, but they were attacked by the Soviets. They followed the instructor and escaped. However, they were chased by the tank and could not get rid of it.

At this time, because the tank chased too fast, the infantry behind could not keep up. The tank without the protection of the infantry was very vulnerable. After seeing this situation, the instructor decided to stop, hide on the spot, and prepare to attack the tank at the same time.

Unexpectedly, the first rocket was fired, and their whereabouts were immediately discovered by the Soviet tankers. Although the instructor shouted to hide, the guerrillas still ran away.

As a result, the tanks rushed and fired machine guns at the same time, and almost all the guerrillas died.

Originally, I thought the Soviets had left, so maybe there were still brothers who were not dead and could be saved. As a result, I saw that the Soviets left a tank and crushed everywhere.

The instructor and Durani were the only two people left in the entire guerrilla team. If the instructor hadn't pressed Durani tightly, Durani would have stood up and been shot dead.

Now, there was only one tank left, and even the corpse was not spared. The instructor was angry.

Durani watched the instructor run out from his hiding place, holding a rocket launcher, and wanted to get close before firing. Unexpectedly, he was shot by the tank machine gun and fell down.

Then, the tank rolled over. Durrani's eyes were red. Just as he was about to rush forward, he miraculously saw the instructor stand up, and then fired a rocket very close to the enemy's tank.

As the rocket flew out, the tank finally caught fire and exploded. This scene was very spectacular.

There was no threat for the time being, Durrani ran out from his hiding place and went to the instructor.

Who knew that the instructor seemed to be stupid.

"Durrani?" Hua Dongjie tried to say. He himself didn't believe that he didn't need to learn a foreign language, and he could already speak this very tongue-twisting Pashto.

"Instructor, you finally remembered my name!" Durrani said: "You are so great, you killed a Soviet tank!"

Great? At this time, Hua Dongjie's mind has inherited more memories, and he has confirmed that he has traveled through time. The real Muhammad Kamaran was killed by the Soviet tank machine gun, but he replaced this man, the instructor from Pakistan, to guide the guerrillas.

Now, only Durrani is left in this guerrilla, which shows how stupid Muhammad is.

Of course, using a rocket launcher to destroy the enemy's tank is inherently very dangerous. Moreover, if he had not been in the army and had received tank crushing training, he would probably not be so calm to let the tank pass over him without changing his position.

If you move a little, you will definitely be crushed into meat paste by the tank. During the training, some team members also peed their pants. When the tank drove over them, although the two tracks would not crush them, it was still very scary.

Only by sweating more in peacetime can you bleed less in war.

The damn God threw me here, in the mountains north of Jalalabad in northeastern Afghanistan near the Pakistani border in 1981. In addition to accepting the identity of Muhammad, he also had to accept countless tests of blood and war. Although he was extremely depressed, Hua Dongjie quickly accepted this reality. He was the Pakistani instructor, Muhammad, and he would lead Afghanistan to a bright future.

Muhammad stood up, looked to the east, and smelled the blood in the air. Now, there is only fighting!

"Clean the battlefield, pack up your weapons, and then follow me." Muhammad said.

Go? Where to? Durrani was stunned for a moment.

Muhammad had already begun to bend down and pick up the weapons of his companions.

The body had been crushed to pieces, and the guns they carried were also crushed.

Muhammad was very careful and quick in searching for intact magazines from the bloody bodies. Soon, he collected four magazines and stuffed them into the bullet bag he was carrying. Then, he happily found four intact rockets among the bodies.

At this time, Durrani was still standing there in a daze.

"Let's go." Muhammad said, walking forward.

Durrani and Muhammad walked a few steps and felt something was wrong: "Instructor, where are we going?"

"We are going to cause trouble for the Soviets." Muhammad said.

He vaguely remembered that the tank that had been chasing them all the way had been separated from the infantry. This tank that was separated from the protection of the infantry was exactly Muhammad's target.

Just two people on our side, causing trouble for the Soviets? Durrani felt as if he had heard it wrong. The instructor had just destroyed an enemy tank, but dozens of his own men were killed or wounded, and they were at a disadvantage. If they went again, they might not be able to come back.

"Why, are you afraid?" Muhammad asked.

Durrani immediately shook his head: "I'm not afraid! If I were afraid of death, I wouldn't have joined the guerrillas."

In Muhammad's memory, Durrani's relatives originally lived in Jalalabad. When the Soviets first invaded and occupied the city, Durrani's relatives were all killed. Therefore, Durrani and the Soviets had a deep hatred.

Now, hearing Muhammad ask if he was afraid, Durrani immediately straightened his chest, carried his rocket launcher, slung his rifle, followed Muhammad, and walked forward along the path.

At this time, Muhammad's steps were strong. Although there were no large-scale wars in his motherland in the future, as a special forces, he had participated in many operations, and this kind of guerrilla tactics was also very good.

In this mountainous area, it is my world. My predecessor was beaten so badly by the Soviets! Muhammad really feels sad for this predecessor.

Now, it is time for me to show my skills on this battlefield!

Now, the Soviets are still in the early stages of the war. The Soviet army, which is dealing with large-scale East-West collisions, was originally prepared for wars on the European plains. There are no suitable weapons for mountain warfare. For example, the T-62 tanks of the main 40th Army are not suitable for mountain warfare. The tank gun has a small firing range and the high-horsepower engine consumes fuel, which puts a great burden on logistics. In particular, without infantry following around, this tank is a live target. After the Soviets practiced it for one or two years, this tank was no longer used and was changed to an infantry fighting vehicle.

Of course, Muhammad is also mentally prepared. If he is glorious, it is best to travel back. This kind of place where no one shits is really not used. At least, the habit of taking a bath every day must be completely changed.

Muhammad walked very fast. Finally, after walking for half an hour, he heard a rumbling sound in the distance.

"Soviet!" Durrani said.

Who else could it be but the Soviets? The Afghan guerrillas had no tanks. Muhammad hid behind a big rock and could see that the six tanks were the tank unit that had just chased them.

Six tanks! There were only two people on his side. When Durrani saw these tanks, he knew that the best choice now was to stay still and quietly wait for these iron lumps to disappear from his sight.

Although Muhammad's mind was full of excitement about the battle, he also knew that this was not a good time to ambush the Soviet tanks.

At most, if two people killed a Soviet tank, they would be discovered by other tanks, and the result of being discovered would be that they would be killed.

Now, he couldn't do it.

Looking at the five-star painted on the turret and the black smoke coming out from behind, Muhammad sat on the ground unwillingly.

The Soviets left. They were executioners, but they had no way to avenge the dead soldiers.

Looking at the black smoke going away, suddenly, an idea popped up in Muhammad's mind.

"Durani, I remember there should be a valley ahead, right?" Muhammad asked.

Having just crossed over, Muhammad could not confirm whether this memory was true.

"Yes, it's 20 kilometers ahead," said Durani.

"Okay, let's take the back road and get there before the Soviets." Muhammad said.