Dominate South Asia

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"Pah." Muhammad had a pistol in his hand at the moment of retreating. The gunshot rang out, and the sturdy Soviet soldier looked at the hole in his chest and roared unwillingly, and then continued to rush towards Muhammad.

"Pah." Another shot hit the opponent's forehead. The Soviet soldier's head trembled, and his body shook. He fell to the ground half a meter away from Muhammad, and his eyes were never closed.

Muhammad didn't look at him. Bayonet fighting was a last resort. In modern warfare, this kind of face-to-face fighting is rare, and even pistols are rarely used. The basic principle of combat is that an assault rifle must be used in combat. If there is only a pistol, then you have to rely on the cover of the pistol to find an assault rifle.

Muhammad bent down to pick up the AK-74 rifle on the ground. His gun was jammed, otherwise, this hand-to-hand combat would not have happened.

Muhammad had just bent down when Durrani shouted nearby: "Instructor, be careful!"

Muhammad's body flashed quickly, and a butt of a gun hit him hard from behind. If Durrani hadn't reminded him, the butt would have hit Muhammad's back.

Although it is not as good as a sledgehammer, the impact of the butt of a gun hitting the body is still very huge, which can damage the internal organs, make people spit blood instantly, and lose their combat effectiveness.

Muhammad turned over, rolled over, and then raised the pistol and was about to shoot at the opponent.

Before he could pull the trigger, the butt of the gun swung again and swept across Muhammad's wrist, and the pistol was immediately knocked to the ground.

There was a sharp pain on his wrist, and Muhammad watched the other party turn the gun body, and then the muzzle pointed at himself.

In an instant, Muhammad's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he grabbed the other party's gun barrel with both hands and pushed it up violently.

"Da da da." The other party had already pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out of the muzzle. At this time, Muhammad had pushed the muzzle up to the sky, and three bullets were all shot into the sky.

There was a stream of heat on the barrel, and Muhammad felt that his hands were about to be scorched. His hand went down again and grabbed the handguard of the other party's gun, and the gun came sideways.

Seizing the gun with bare hands! Although there was professional gun seizure training during training, it was still a gamble with the god of death when it came to actual combat. Whether various tactical actions could work depended on the skills and physical strength of both sides.

The guy on the other side was taller than Muhammad, and his arms were also very strong. Now, both of them held their guns horizontally and pulled each other. The opponent's strength was obviously greater than Muhammad's. While holding the gun tightly with both hands, the opponent raised one foot and kicked towards Muhammad's lower body.

The fighting nation has a strong body. If it was before the crossing, Muhammad might have tried to fight the opponent head-on, but now, this body is obviously not up to standard, so Muhammad can only change another way.

The gun, the opponent will definitely not let go, Muhammad used his legs to force, grabbed the gun with both hands, and his body suddenly flew into the air.

The Soviet soldier's leg kicked in the air, and he felt the figure in front of him flash and disappeared.

Muhammad flipped in the air, and when he landed, he was already behind the enemy. His left hand suddenly grabbed the enemy's jaw, and his right hand supported the back of his head. Then he pulled his hands together, and a crisp sound came from the enemy's neck, and then the Soviet's head drooped down.

After killing this guy, Muhammad took the guy's AK-74 rifle and looked around. A dozen Soviets had already fled, and the guerrillas around him were fighting with the Soviets who stayed.

"Da, da." Muhammad took the gun and started pulling the trigger, firing one by one, killing the fighting Soviets.

"Instructor, let's chase." He was strangled by a Soviet and was almost strangled to death. Fortunately, Muhammad rescued him in time. Khwaja stood up, holding his sniper rifle, and said to Muhammad.

"Quickly retreat, don't chase." Muhammad said.

The hand-to-hand combat was so intense that no one cared about the surroundings and could only defeat the people in front of them. This kind of battle was also the most brutal. They killed nine Soviets and lost four of their own.

In war, people will die, especially in the battle in Afghanistan. The guerrillas lost far more than the Soviets. The side with inferior equipment could only fill the gap with human lives.

The battle was cruel.

It was not that Muhammad did not want to chase, but there was no time.

There was a rumbling sound in the sky in the distance, and the Hind flew back again.

Slovic sat on the ground, gasping for breath. This encounter was a mess. When fighting hand-to-hand, Slovic still wanted to bravely move forward, but when he heard the sound of the mechanized infantry company commander's neck being twisted, he suddenly felt a fear in his heart. He finally realized that courage and brutality are completely different things. When he ordered the tanks to crush the corpses and when he ordered the tanks to bombard, it was all brutality, not courage.

Although the combat quality of Soviet soldiers was far superior to that of the Afghan guerrillas, this kind of hand-to-hand combat was also their first experience. Those guerrillas seemed to have turned into beasts, and the momentum they emitted shocked him.

Watching the helicopter flying overhead, he felt indescribably relieved. It was finally over. Let the helicopter kill them!

The sound of fighting outside gradually stopped. Next to the two abandoned infantry fighting vehicles, Saha was always uneasy.

The huge explosion sounded like tank fire and helicopter bombing. Did they find the guerrillas? Did they kill them all?

With so many Soviets coming, and the government army, it would be easy to wipe out a few guerrillas. Saha kept comforting himself that the guerrillas had been killed and he was safe. The Soviets would not leave him alone. After all, if they wanted to gain a foothold in Afghanistan, they had to rely on the Afghans themselves.

Saha stood up, then sat down again. Sweat kept pouring down his forehead. He wiped the sweat with the back of his hand and looked into the distance.

The sun gradually set in the west. After a day, it was about to enter the night. At night, the side would be more vulnerable to sneak attacks.

With just these dozen people, after one night, the next day, there would be no one left.

I can't wait any longer. If there is no order at night, I might as well run away. Being alive is better than anything else.

Saha was thinking this way when he heard a roar in the distance. He looked up and saw an infantry fighting vehicle coming.

The Soviets came, and Saha's face suddenly changed to a smile and greeted them.

"Sergeant Saha, take your men in the car." A head popped out from the turret of the armored vehicle and shouted to Saha.

"Yes." Saha ran over happily and climbed up from the hatch at the rear of the infantry fighting vehicle.

"The mopping-up mission is over, go back to Jalalabad." The Soviets in the car said.

"Yes." Saha nodded and bowed in the narrow car. Suddenly, there was a "boom" sound, and the armored vehicle shook.

Saha suddenly lay down and hugged his head: "Help!"

The Soviets laughed. They just fired a shot and destroyed the abandoned infantry fighting vehicle.

"Boom," another shot, the second infantry fighting vehicle was also destroyed. Looking at the thick smoke from the two vehicles, the Soviets drove the infantry fighting vehicle and left here.

Saha stood up again, as if nothing had happened just now. This infantry fighting vehicle had a thin skin and a large filling. A heavy machine gun bullet would make a hole, not to mention a shell.

The battle was over. Their raid ended in failure. All the tanks were blown up, several infantry fighting vehicles were lost, and hundreds of casualties were reported. The Soviets alone killed more than 50 people and injured more than 30.

There was no heavy equipment, only two companies of cars, which were still intact. The mighty team that set out was gone. These mountains seemed to be able to open their big mouths and swallow them in.

Slovic still remembered the dozen or so Afghan government soldiers. He sent an infantry fighting vehicle to pick them up and meet them in the mountains ahead.

Sitting in the rumbling infantry fighting vehicle, Saha finally felt relieved. These two days were really a day of fear. At this time, what he thought about in his mind was his wife in the Jalalabad base, or the warmth of home.

Night gradually fell.

The armored vehicle continued to move forward. Without turning on the headlights, the driver drove carefully through the simple infrared night vision device.

The people in the car were all drowsy.

Although we haven't left the mountain area yet, we are on the way home now, and many people's vigilance has been reduced.

The driver yawned a little. After driving past the most dangerous cliff on the mountain road, he relaxed and stepped on the accelerator, speeding up.

Suddenly, the figures in front of him shook, and he moved his feet to the brake without thinking.

"Squeak." A sharp whistle came from the back of the vehicle, and the armored vehicle stopped quickly.

The people behind were sitting unsteadily, and several people fell off the seats, hit the steel plate, and broke their heads.

"What's going on?" asked the Soviet squad leader on the turret, and as he spoke, he put his eyes on the sight.

"There are several government soldiers." said the driver in front.

On the side of the road, the soldiers in government uniforms were standing there, not wearing helmets, but wearing turbans, with thick beards on their faces. Judging from their dress, they were definitely government soldiers, and they stood there waving carelessly, without any flaws.

But how did they appear?

"Turn on the headlights," the squad leader said. He opened the turret and looked at the government soldiers who were blinded by the lights and were shielding their eyes with their arms. He opened his voice and asked, "Which unit are you from? Why are you here?"