Dominate South Asia

"Fire!" Muhammad shouted, and then pressed the firing button.

"Da da da..." As Muhammad operated, the machine gun roared, and the 12.7mm bullets poured into the sky like a waterfall.

Muhammad pressed the cross ring tightly to the center of the plane, and kept shooting, shooting!

The bullets flew into the sky, drew a graceful arc, and flew towards the plane.

"Bang bang bang." Several bullets passed through the wings of the T-8 and made several holes.

"There is a machine gun position underground, pull up immediately!" The voice of the pilot of another plane, Beriyufu, came from the headset. The pilot of the T-8 plane in front, Krisvich, did not pull up immediately, but lowered the nose of the plane and connected the weapon to the rocket nest.

If he pulled up now, his flat skin would be exposed to the opponent's machine gun. Even if he got up, there would definitely be more than a dozen holes in his abdomen.

Krisvich believed that his plane was a flying tank, and a few bullets from anti-aircraft machine guns would not cause any damage to him.

Come on! Afghan guerrillas! Now that we have found you, there is no need to bomb the village anymore!

Fegachev and Solinovic were killed by rockets in Jalalabad, and no one came to fly these two planes. After more than a month, two new pilots came. These two were not from the test flight institute, but were sent from the front-line air force in Eastern Europe.

Test pilots are too valuable. The loss of two of them made the leaders of the test flight institute regret that they should not have sent their own people up! They trained several front-line pilots, and these two were the first to complete the training and were sent here.

The two people have different experiences. Krisvich in front has entangled with the NATO Air Force several times, and his psychological endurance is also very strong, while Beryov in the back is just a rookie with a total flight time of less than 500 hours.

Krisvich's T-8 began to dive, facing the anti-aircraft machine gun position, and smoke came out of the rocket launch nest under the wing.

"Swish, swish, swish." After firing only three rockets, Krisvich quickly pulled up. The smoke of this rocket was too big and sucked into the engine, which could easily cause the engine to stall.

"Durani!" Muhammad shouted. He watched the rocket fly towards Durani's position. In an instant, the heavy machine gun was surrounded by flames and smoke, and he shouted immediately.

Damn Soviets! Muhammad knew that this was the next target of the Soviets, and he did not retreat. He pushed the machine gun, raised the barrel, chased the pulled-up T-8 plane, and continued to shoot.

"Da da da, da da da..." The bullets caught up with the plane, shot holes in the tail, and the rudder at the tail was also hit with several holes.

Chrisvich felt the fuselage tremble and the tail shake regularly, so he knew that the rudder was damaged. He pushed the joystick and was immediately happy. This plane was so strong and the control was still the same!

The T-8 turned a circle in the sky and slid down again. The other machine gun position appeared on the underline.

In front of the Soviet army with absolute weapon advantage, the Afghan guerrillas could only be slaughtered! Chrisvich thought in his heart while continuing to press the button on the joystick.

"Swish, swish." As the rocket was fired from under the wing, Chrisvich's body couldn't help but want to move backwards. The seat behind him was pressed tightly against him, so he could only watch a few bullets appear on the windshield in front of him.

The 12.7mm machine gun bullet accurately hit the windshield of the T-8. If it could pass through the glass, it would kill Chrisvich in the seat, but now, the solid glass blocked the bullet. Chrisvich was unharmed, but was frightened and sweating.

Muhammad's machine gun continued to roar, shoot, shoot, shoot!

He had aimed at the plane, and the bullets shot into the fuselage of the plane, making holes one after another, but the plane was still flying.

Thick smoke came out from under the wing, and several more rockets were fired at him.

Retreat! Muhammad knew that if he didn't leave, he would turn into ash with the machine gun later. He stepped back and saw Lilith standing behind him.

Lilith was obviously scared and didn't move in the face of the rocket.

Muhammad was sweating. When did this woman stand behind him? If it was a Soviet soldier, he would have shot himself and killed himself.

"Run!" Muhammad shouted, and this shout woke Lilith up.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The rockets, with whistles and heat, were right in front of him.

"Danger!" Muhammad continued to shout, then stepped forward, hugged Lilith, and fell on her.

This was almost an instinctive action. Even Muhammad did not think about why he made such a move, why he used his body to protect this woman.

He was the instructor of the guerrillas, commanding the guerrillas and winning one victory after another, and this girl was a volunteer of the Red Cross. His life was much more important than this girl's life. It was not worth it to use his own death to exchange for this girl's life. Muhammad did not think about these things. In his previous military career, there was an idea deeply engraved in his mind that soldiers were to defend their country and protect the people.

Hamad hugged Lilith and threw her down. He originally planned to just press her under his body, but this happened to be a hillside. After Lilith fell to the ground, she couldn't help but slide down the hillside.

Just like that, Hamad held Lilith and rolled on the hillside countless times. He only knew that rockets were exploding next to him. He only knew that the air wave caused almost hit him into the air. All he knew was that The vibrations on the ground almost damaged his internal organs, and flying rocks and shrapnel flew past his body.

Finally, after rolling to the bottom of the hillside, Mhamad looked at Lilith with her eyes closed and her forehead bleeding. He couldn't help but become anxious, shook her body, and shouted: "Lilith, Lilith!"

Afghanistan's anti-Soviet battle was not lonely. Behind them, there were many people supporting them. Among them were the interests of big countries and personal friendships. For example, Lilith in front of her was completely voluntary, but as a result, she had to sleep forever. Here it is.

Hamad felt a sense of sadness and anger. He still failed to protect Lilith. Such a young girl died in the Soviet bombing.

"Stinger missile, shoot! Avenge Lilith, avenge Durrani!" Mhamad shouted.

The machine gun position had just fired two rounds, and the Stinger missiles must have had a chance. However, not one of them was launched, and Mhammad became a little angry.

Just after he finished shouting, Hamad suddenly felt a burst of moisture on his cheeks, followed by a "wave" sound.

Looking again, Lilith was looking at him with a smile. She had just kissed him on the face.

"Mhammad, I like you. In fact, I came here to volunteer because I heard about your deeds." Lilith is a bold Western girl. She said it very directly: "I want to marry you. ”

Lilith's eyes looked at Mhamad with tenderness, hoping that Mhamad would kiss her back, and then the two of them would hug each other, and then start physical communication. In the midst of the war, this time How romantic!

However, her beautiful vision was immediately shattered. Hamad jumped up, rushed to the nearest guerrilla, and took over the shoulder-mounted missile.

The guerrillas had just aimed at the aircraft, but the missile was not fired. When Hammad came over, he couldn't help but became furious. The thermal battery was not activated, how could it be locked!

Training and actual combat are two different things. During training, the thermal battery is not connected. As soon as it is connected, it is in launch mode. If it is just a drill, the thermal battery will be completely exhausted after a few times, and the battery will have to be replaced. , at least now the guerrillas don’t have backup power.

As a result, when these guerrillas fought, they were exactly the same as in training, without activating the thermal battery! Hamad couldn't help but feel dissatisfied. He still had to train these guys in actual combat.

Hamad was operating skillfully, and at this time, another T-8 attack plane was flying towards this side.

Although the first T-8 attack plane took out two anti-aircraft machine gun positions, many holes were punched in the plane and it could only return. But the second plane came down and made a go-around at this time. If it found that there were still If there are guerrillas, continue to use rocket attacks.

The plane flew from between the two hills toward the valley in front. The pilot Beliyufu observed carefully. Krisvich had achieved good results just now, and he could not fall too far behind. He had to kill at least a few guerrillas. !

Below are yellow barren mountains. Those guerrillas seemed to disappear without a trace in an instant. Beliyufu wanted to pull him up. His mission was not completed yet. The bombs mounted under the wings had to be thrown. Go up to the villages in front that support the guerrillas.

"Boom." At this moment, there was an explosion suddenly behind him. With the explosion, the fuselage shook violently, and then, countless warning lights flashed on the dashboard in front of him.

The left engine failed!

Hydraulic oil leaked and caught fire!

The fire extinguishing device is activated!

Damn it! What kind of weapon is this! While cursing, Belyov began to control the plane quickly, turned off the left engine, extinguished the fire, and pulled it up!

Mhammad on the ground watched the T-8 swinging up in the sky and crawled into the mountains in front of him. He spread his hands helplessly. The T-8 and the Su-25 had not yet been finalized. The anti-strike ability on the battlefield is really too strong!