Dominate South Asia

"We lost the battle today." Khwaja said: "We lost the city area in the west. We couldn't stop the Soviet attack, and we didn't complete the task given to us by President Muhammad."

"I lost the position, and I will take it back at night." Osama said to Khwaja.

Withdrew from his defense zone and retreated to the outside of the Soviet artillery coverage, leaving his own people behind. Osama came to the command center. As soon as he came in, Khwaja spoke in this tone, which made him very unhappy.

"Today's battle has nothing to do with you. No matter who it is, you have to use this method, otherwise, our soldiers will die in vain." Khwaja said: "We must come up with a new way now, otherwise, the Soviets will eventually occupy our entire city."

In the western city area, Osama's defense zone lost one-third. These lands have been completely bombed to the ground by the Soviets. I didn't expect that the Soviet artillery would be so powerful!

In addition to the Soviets concentrating a large amount of artillery fire, the buildings here are too backward, which is also a very important aspect. Almost all of them are civil structures, which can't withstand bombing at all.

"The Soviets have run out of artillery shells, and they are waiting for new ammunition to be transported. So, we need to notify the two troops in the mountains to intercept the Soviet transport troops to delay their actions." Ramal said.

If the Soviets had enough artillery shells, they would have flattened the entire Jalalabad on this day. They even ignored the residents in the city. They are really crazy!

"The Soviets still have an advantage in terms of military strength. We may not be able to achieve our goal by simply attacking their supply convoys. We must think of new ways. Let the Soviets not dare to continue to bombard!" Osama said.

Attacking their supply convoys will only delay their attack time. When they have enough ammunition, they will continue to bombard, and we still have no perfect measures.

Request the Pakistani Air Force to attack the Soviet Army on the ground? This will lead to further expansion of the war. The Pakistani Air Force is only the limit to keep the Soviets from using air power to attack. If they attack on the ground again. The war will burn to Pakistan, and if the Soviets are annoyed, they will even grow mushrooms for Pakistan.

We must rely on our own strength!

What to do? Everyone was thinking with their heads down. If we couldn't resolve the Soviet artillery attack, we wouldn't be able to complete the task of guarding here!

Osama rolled his eyes twice and said, "I have an idea."

After listening to Osama's statement, everyone opened their eyes wide: "Will this work?"

"Is there a better way?" Osama said.

No one answered him, and the matter was settled.

The day passed quickly and the night gradually came.

One-third of the western city was turned into ruins. On this ruin, the 108th Division was stationed in the center of the ruins. It was their division headquarters, which was just two or three tents, surrounded by a circle of armored vehicles, and the turrets' artillery faced outward to protect their division headquarters.

Further out, there were soldiers resting, lying in all directions, exhausted after a day's work. They had already fought with their eyelids.

They can sleep peacefully. It is empty here. The nearest building is several kilometers away. Even if the enemy uses the most powerful sniper rifle, they can't hit them at all.

Moreover, there are their own sentinels at the outermost edge. The patrol team and infantry fighting vehicles have even moved to the surrounding buildings. As the forward bridgehead, if the Afghan rebels want to come up, they will be discovered by the outermost patrol team first.

The wheels of the BTR infantry fighting vehicle are turning slowly. The blocks here have not yet found that the Afghan rebels have infiltrated.

"Boom, boom." Just as this infantry fighting vehicle continued to patrol forward, from behind this infantry fighting vehicle, a similar infantry fighting vehicle suddenly appeared in a broken yard. The appearance of this infantry fighting vehicle is no different from the patrolling BTR. The soldiers in the car are also wearing Soviet military uniforms.

"Go west, drive over to me." Osama whispered in the infantry fighting vehicle. They all changed into Soviet military uniforms, and Osama's was a major's shoulder strap.

The infantry fighting vehicle was at the intersection, heading west. After driving for more than ten meters, it suddenly became clear and all was ruins.

The driver's eyes were full of anger as he drove the vehicle forward.

The headlights illuminated the road that had just been rolled out in front. The Soviet soldiers along the way looked up at the infantry fighting vehicle and continued to work on their own.

"They didn't find us." The driver said to Osama.

"Nonsense, what are you afraid of? Follow my tactics! See, over there is their division headquarters!" Osama said.

Osama had done this more than once to rob the Soviet command post, but in the past, it was to attack their military agencies, and now, Osama had a more important task.

The infantry fighting vehicle continued to move, and as it got closer and closer to the tents at the division headquarters, everyone was nervous.

Seeing that this infantry fighting vehicle actually drove here, passed the team resting outside, and still had no intention of stopping, outside the division headquarters, the guard company of the 108th Division felt something was wrong. How did they drive here without any orders?

"Hey, stop the car, stop it quickly! Get back to where you should be!" shouted the commander of the guard company.

The hatch in front of the BTR opened, and inside, a person said: "We have discovered the hiding place of Afghan rebels, and we need to report it to the division commander immediately!"

The words spoken by the other party were a little strange, as if they came from some remote countryside in the Soviet Union. They had a special accent. The commander of the guard company felt a little strange. Besides, they were an infantry squad, and something happened. It's time to report it to the superior machine platoon.

Looking again, the other party's epaulettes look like they are those of a major?

Maybe there really is a situation?

"Boom!" At this moment, a loud noise came from the building crowd next to the edge of the ruins. Then, gunfire began again, and the firefight began!

"The situation is urgent. We must notify the division commander immediately! The Afghan rebels want to launch an attack at night and eat us!" Osama said, passing by the company commander, and several soldiers jumped out from behind the vehicle and followed him. Leaving the division headquarters tent.

Osama strode toward the tent. At this moment, several people were coming out of the tent, seemingly observing what was happening outside.

The other party met Osama head-on. Osama was immediately overjoyed. When he looked at his military rank, he said, "Major General, yes, it's you!"

"Division Commander, the Afghan rebels want to raid our place at night!" the guard company commander shouted to the major general, but saw Osama suddenly pull open his clothes, revealing a lot of explosives inside.

"I am the Afghan rebel, don't move!" Osama held the button of the detonator in one hand and a gun in the other, shouting to the others, while the two people following him had already He stood up the division commander.

Dorofeev's expression suddenly changed. He recognized the person in front of him who was ready to blow him up at any moment. It was the legendary demon, Osama!

"If you want to survive, just stay here obediently. My goal is the teacher!" Osama said.

Osama's target was indeed the division commander. This division commander was escorted to the armored vehicle. Osama slowly backed up and got into the armored vehicle. No one else dared to move.

This is not the first time that Afghan guerrillas have dared to use suicide bombs to threaten people, and they really dare to use them! They had been attacked by such bombs more than once and suffered heavy losses. Now all those present were division-level commanders, and no one was afraid that they would be implicated.

So, I could only watch as the other party put the division commander into the armored vehicle and ran towards the darkness.

"Chase!" the deputy division commander shouted. The division commander was kidnapped like this. They couldn't explain it at all. They had to catch up with the division commander. However, as for how they would face the suicide bomb after catching up, that was not their concern. Yes, it's the soldiers from the lower ranks who are catching up.

As a result, an armored vehicle in front was running hard, and the armored vehicle behind was in hot pursuit. Several times, the front was about to be surrounded, but the driver of the brave armored vehicle forcefully knocked out a road and fled.

If they could use weapons, they would have left this armored vehicle long ago. Unfortunately, the person sitting inside was their own division commander, and no one dared to use anti-tank missiles or anything like that.

Just like that, the BTR broke through the final siege and escaped into the city.

"Chase, keep chasing!" The orders kept coming, and so, in the darkness, countless soldiers of the 108th Division stepped into the city.

"Attention, the armored vehicle in front belongs to us, and behind it are the Soviets. Get ready to fight!" In an alley, a platoon leader shouted to his people.

In the armored vehicle, Dorofeev's face turned pale: "What are you going to do? Do you want to kill me?"

"Of course not. If we want to kill you, why do we have to expend so much effort?" Osama said. "Whether we can kill you or not depends on your artillery." Osama said.

"What does this mean?"

"We will tie you to the top of the most advanced building. If you still want to use yesterday's tactics, then we will blast you to pieces together!" Osama said.

That’s the purpose! Dorofeev was even more afraid. He was afraid of death. He was really afraid of death. He came to Afghanistan just to get gold plated, to add more things to his resume, and then he could be promoted quickly. He did not expect that he would actually die in battle. (To be continued ~^~)