Dominate South Asia

Several guerrillas finally crawled very close to the tank, then suddenly lit the bottles they were holding and threw them out immediately.

For guerrillas, if they want to deal with tanks, the simplest homemade weapon is a Molotov cocktail!

The outside of the bottle is wrapped in a rag. You light the rag and throw it over. The bottle hits the tank and breaks open. The gasoline inside will follow and burst into flames.

Just as they stretched out their hands to throw, a tank behind them spotted them, and immediately fired a barrage of bullets.

They immediately climbed down and covered their heads, but they were still hit one after another.

It is not that simple to throw accurately. Most of the bottles that were thrown fell to the ground. One of them hit the turret, and then ignited a fire on the turret.

Success! The guerrillas at the back were very excited. They were looking forward to the tank crew inside and quickly opened the lid and escaped.

However, this tank was still moving backwards, as if it was lighting a torch for fun.

This time, they made a great sacrifice, nearly twenty people died, and they didn't even destroy a single Soviet tank!

The sniper two hundred meters away, the guerrilla captain Khwaja Odia, stood up angrily, watching the four tanks calmly retreating, still firing with machine guns from time to time, and wanted to throw away the SVD in his hand. Throw away the rifle.

"Captain, the Soviets are trying to escape!" a team member said.

They all saw that the four Soviet tanks were about to exit the valley. After exiting, the tanks would turn into powerful killing machines again.

"There are two tanks ahead, let's go capture the prisoners!" another team member said.

In any case, there are now two Soviet tanks that have stopped moving. This is a good result.

Unfortunately, if we really talk about it, they were not the ones who attacked these two tanks. There were still people lying in ambush there who blew up the leading tank.

Who are the people there?

They could no longer deal with the four tanks at the back, but one of the two abandoned tanks had a mechanical failure, and the tanker must still be inside.

Pull out the tanker in there! Go back and sacrifice your dead comrades! There was a hint of fanaticism in Khwaja's eyes.

"Company commander, those guerrillas ran towards 404." The gunner next to him reported to Belikov.

There were four tank crews in that tank. Just now, Belikov had called for support, but the support would not come immediately. Now, those tank crews will face the risk of being captured by these damn guerrillas at any time.

"Grenade, prepare to shoot." Belikov ordered.

Now, as he has retreated far enough, his tank gun can finally reach there without raising the elevation angle so high, and those guerrillas are just within the range of his tank gun.

Let these guerrillas taste the true power of tanks!

Following Belikov's order, the loader on the side stuffed a ОФ-18 tail-stabilized grenade into the barrel and closed the back cover.

The T-62 can carry forty rounds of artillery shells. Under normal circumstances, it only carries seventeen grenades. However, it is currently performing the task of suppressing guerrillas, so most of the T-62 carries grenades.

"Target, 348, bearing, 102, elevation 15, one grenade." Belikov shouted.

At this moment, Belikov suddenly heard a strange sound coming from outside the turret of his tank. This sound was hidden in the rumbling roar of the engine and was almost inaudible.

However, he still heard it very clearly. Suddenly, his teeth began to tremble, and a terrible possibility filled his mind.

Another damn rocket! He knew that this sound was the sound of rockets hitting the turret. Then, the next moment, the metal heat flow poured into the turret, and his tank would be killed.

I waited for a second in fear, but didn't feel the powerful heat flow.

"Retreat at full speed, return to the safe zone, and go to Area 3." Belikov, who had narrowly escaped death, could no longer care about the few people in the 404 tank. His company had a total of seven tanks, and one of them was lost. Contact, two were destroyed. The battle damage was already very shocking. Bringing these tanks back intact was already a great achievement.

The four tanks stepped on the accelerator, exited the valley, turned around in the open area, and then fled shamefully toward the rear.

Durrani watched the tanks running away, wishing he could give himself a slap in the face. The rockets had obviously hit him, so why didn't he destroy the tank?

He didn't know that he had not screwed on the fuse of the rocket.

The battle here was temporarily over. Mhamad came out of his hiding place. On the other side of the valley, Durrani failed. It seemed that this subordinate needed more training.

This time, two more Soviet tanks were killed, which was considered a big gain.

At this time, the guerrillas had already ran over. The two tanks that had been killed here made them very interested.

"God bless, the hateful Soviets, our great Afghans killed two tanks." At this moment, a hearty voice came: "My name is Khwaja Odia, and I am the leader of this guerrilla army." Captain of the team.”

Looking in the direction of the voice, I saw that the man was holding a long rifle with a scope on it. There was a square hole on the butt at the back. Muhammad only needed to glance at it to know that it was an SVD sniper rifle.

It seems that this man used a sniper rifle to kill a tanker operating an anti-aircraft machine gun, and made those tankers get back into the turret. This man also played a big role in today's battle. Otherwise, the anti-aircraft machine gun could have turned all the guerrillas into corpses. Moreover, if the Soviets had not fled in a hurry, he would not have succeeded easily.

Heroes appreciate heroes. Muhammad looked at this man and said, "Yes, Allah bless us, our brave Afghan guerrillas are invincible! My name is Muhammad-Kamaran. I am very happy to see you. You fought very bravely just now."

"Just now, did you kill these two tanks by yourself?" Khwaja looked at Muhammad, and there was no one else around him, so he couldn't help asking.

"No, there is another one, on the opposite side." Muhammad said. At this time, Durrani was carrying a rocket launcher and running towards this side.

Soon, Durrani came over with a guilty look on his face: "Report to the instructor, the rocket I just fired has hit the opponent's tank, but it did not destroy the opponent's tank."

Instructor? Looking at Muhammad, Hewaja was a little curious: "Excuse me, where is your instructor from?"

"Pakistan, but this is a secret." Muhammad's identity is special. Originally, he could not reveal his identity, but now that he saw this guerrilla team, Muhammad had the idea of ​​​​conquering them. Otherwise, there would be only himself and Durrani left. It would be difficult to raise a team again. It is better to win over this ready-made guerrilla team. So, he revealed his identity.

"No wonder, these weapons of yours were also transported from there, right?" Khwaja asked, "But how come there are only two of you? Where are the others?"

"Yesterday, we still had more than 40 people." Durrani said, "But today during the day, we were besieged by the Soviets, the base was destroyed, and only the instructor and I were left."

Besieged by the Soviets? So what if they were besieged? According to Muhammad's tactics, it should be the Soviets who died. There must be a large number of Soviets, and they are outnumbered. Khwaja quickly convinced himself.

Muhammad nodded, and just as he was about to say a few more words, he suddenly said, "No, we have to leave quickly, otherwise, it will be too late."

"Why?" Khwaja asked.

Muhammad did not speak, but pointed to the sky above his head.

The garrison in Jalalabad must be very shocked by the loss of so many tanks. It won't be long before the doe with weapons will definitely fly over.

If you don't run now, you will be dealt with by the doe in a while.

Now, it is still the early stage of the Afghan war. For these mountainous environments, tanks are not suitable at all. In particular, the Soviets made a serious mistake this time. Their tanks were not guarded by infantry. Otherwise, the result would never be what it is now.

However, the Soviets will not make mistakes all the time. For the guerrillas, if they are caught by the doe, they will definitely suffer heavy casualties.

Even if there is no doe, the four escaped tanks will bring a large group of Soviet infantry, and then they will be at a disadvantage.

"Okay, we will retreat immediately." Khwaja said.

After that, he looked at the distance. His people were escorting two prisoners in the tank, and one of them was carrying a machine gun that had just been removed from the turret, and they were very happy.

These idiots always do useless things, picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons, Muhammad thought in his heart.

"You two, are you willing to retreat with us?" Khwaja asked.

Obviously, Khwaja had the same idea as Muhammad. The two men in front of him had personally destroyed four Soviet tanks. Such people were what he needed.

"Before we leave, we have some important things to do." Muhammad said.