Dominate South Asia

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A huge stone is sliding down the hillside. Judging from the direction of the stone's fall, it is likely to hit us.

"Dodge!" Askov shouted, and at the same time, he quickly dodged behind the stone on the side.

All the Soviet soldiers were dodging. After all, if such a big stone hit them, they would definitely be crushed into meat patties.

James and Ramel looked at each other. Although their arms were tied, they still stood up. This was their only chance. The two of them almost did not hesitate to kick their feet and ran down the hillside.

"The prisoner ran away!"

"Chase!"

"Don't shoot!" At this time, Askov saw his men raising their guns and wanted to shoot, and immediately stopped them. The two prisoners knew a lot of secrets, especially one of them was an American. If they were handed over to the KGB, they could get a lot of useful information. Anyway, they were tied with their arms and couldn't run fast at all, so they could easily catch up.

With their arms tied, they couldn't maintain their balance. They were swaying when they ran. And since this was a hillside, James and Ramel had just run a dozen steps when their feet tilted and they fell to the ground.

After falling, they couldn't control their bodies and rolled on the hillside. Their bodies kept colliding with the rocks on the hillside, and they were bruised and swollen, with wounds all over their bodies.

The Soviets behind them strode forward to catch up. If the two rolled down like this, they would definitely faint when they reached the bottom of the hillside.

"Da, da da." At this moment, gunshots were heard from above, and with the gunshots, several Soviet soldiers fell to the ground.

There was an ambush above! Askov turned his head and looked back, only to see several guerrillas rushing down from the top of the mountain.

What to do? If they stopped and fought with these guerrillas, the two captives would escape, but if they didn't fight, they would be in danger of being killed.

No matter what kind of battle, those who are on top will have the advantage. Now, the guerrillas rushing down the hillside are full of momentum.

While Askov was still hesitating, a Soviet soldier next to him said, "Look, what is that?"

There was a sound of horse hooves in the distance. In the snow-covered valley, another cavalry rushed out. They skillfully controlled the horses on horseback and picked up AKM rifles with one hand.

"Da da da." The bullet flew over. Askov bent down and lowered his head. The bullet almost rubbed his head and flew to the hillside behind.

He was surrounded! When the riders below and the guerrillas above attacked, Askov had no possibility of counterattack. He immediately shouted: "Retreat!"

As the proudest soldier of the reconnaissance company, Askov was brave, but he also knew that he must not be reckless at this time. Any mistake would mean death.

Just as Askov gave the order, the number of soldiers around him continued to decrease. Askov ran sideways to the other side of the mountain. Those alternating cover tactics were no longer useful. When he ran a few dozen meters, he was the only one left by his side.

"Da." Another bullet flew over, and Askov felt a pain in his calf. He bent his knees and half-knelt on the ground.

He continued to drag his calf and walked for more than ten meters. The sound of horse hooves came from behind him.

"Pa." The whip hit Askov's back. Askov immediately let out a painful cry and fell to the ground.

Countless figures appeared around him, and Askov was surrounded.

"Boom, boom." At this moment, a roar came from the top of his head. The battle here was discovered by the flying doe. The pilot of the doe turned the fuselage and saw two guerrillas in the valley in front!

It's time!

"Weapons, adjust to rockets, cover shooting!" said the helicopter pilot, while pulling the joystick and flying over there.

In front of the armed helicopter, the Afghan guerrillas were lambs to be slaughtered.

The helicopter flew over quickly, and at the same time, under the short wings on both sides, the rockets were ready to be launched.

The weapon operator accurately pressed the crosshairs of the rocket among those people. He was very surprised to find that these guerrillas had different reactions when they saw him.

The guerrillas could not compete with the helicopters, so when the helicopters flew over, they almost immediately scattered and fled. Now, these guerrillas stayed there, without separating or running away. They seemed to be united as targets there.

No, there was a problem! The weapon operator enlarged the image in the sight and finally found that there was a bloody man in front of the guerrillas. The man was wearing a Soviet military uniform. He could almost see the brief on the guy's shoulder. He was a corporal squad leader!

They captured one of their own soldiers as a prisoner! The weapon operator gnashed his teeth in anger. Damn Afghan natives!

The life of every Soviet soldier was precious. Although this Soviet soldier was captured, they could not bomb him along with the others.

"Pull up, hover above, and call the reconnaissance company." The weapons operator said. Now, the only choice before them was to follow this guerrilla team and call Gil Korchagin's team to come over and let Gil Korchagin's company come to rescue them.

These guerrillas are all small-scale. Gil Korchagin's company can completely eliminate this guerrilla group. Moreover, Gil Korchagin's mission this time is to wipe out the guerrillas. This helicopter of ours is only here to pick up the guerrillas. human.

"The doe calls the recon company, the doe calls the recon company." The weapons operator set the radio to external and began the call.

There was noisy sound coming from the earphones. The signal in the mountains of Afghanistan was really bad, and calls were often missed.

The weapons operator looked outside dejectedly. At this time, they were flying past the guerrillas.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, his breathing became rapid, and even his screams were anxious: "Quick, pull up! Nine o'clock direction, missile!"

Damn it! Afghan guerrillas have portable missiles!

Regarding the weapons and equipment of the Afghan guerrillas, the Soviet Union has been observing them. They do not believe that the Afghan guerrillas will have advanced portable missiles. In the past few times they were attacked, they finally concluded that they were RPGs, which were just Afghan guerrillas. The team just got lucky.

But now, this weapons operator can almost see the guerrillas carrying portable missiles, see the missile flying out of the launch tube, and see the missile arcing in the air. It is a genuine missile. !

The pilot immediately pulled the collective moment lever, the engine on top roared, and the helicopter was pulling up quickly.

Suddenly, the helicopter shook, and then, as if it had exhausted its last strength, it began to sink.

The Pamir Plateau is cold and windy in winter. In this valley, the wind blew even more violently. The pilot's violent maneuvers caused the helicopter to completely lose control.

The helicopter began to sink, and at the same time the fuselage rotated involuntarily. Once it entered this state, it was difficult to get out of it.

The pilot was still working hard. He pushed the control stick hard and looked at the spinning world in front of him.

"Boom!" At this moment, there was a violent explosion above the head.

The portable missile flew over and accurately hit the engine under the helicopter's rotor. The engine on one side was damaged and thick smoke came out.

The helicopter was originally difficult to operate, but now another engine was damaged, and the entire helicopter accelerated towards the valley below.

"Boom!" When the helicopter collided with the ground, a violent explosion occurred, and the entire helicopter burst into flames.

Looking at the Hind, Mhamad calmed down and took off the things on his shoulders.

When the helicopter flew over, Mhammad knew that it was an emergency. Although he had the Stinger missile in his hand, he might not be able to hit it accurately when the helicopter fired rockets from a distance, and , as long as the opponent fires, he will cause huge casualties here.

Riding away immediately? Not even riding a dirt bike! It was too clear from the sky that once our side started to escape, we would be passive.

Hamad looked at the Soviet prisoners who had just been captured, gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

Put the Soviet prisoners in front of your own people and leave them there!

Mhammad was betting that the Soviets would not dare to fire on their own people, otherwise strict military law would be waiting for them.

Sure enough, Mhammad made the right bet. He saw that the Hind was ready to fire, but finally stopped and turned to one side, just exposing the side with the largest projection area. He carried it with agility. Stinger Missile, aim and shoot!

The Hind fell, and the stone in Mhammad's heart fell.

The stone that rolled down from the top of the mountain also landed not far from them. On the side of the stone, Lamel's eyes were filled with admiration.

In the eyes of these people, the helicopters that showed off their power were simply vulnerable. Look at these people, they just stood there, waiting for the helicopters to attack. They just scared the helicopters away, and they also launched a rocket. , and shot down the helicopter.

Thinking of my guerrilla army, when had it ever been so prosperous?

"Brother, your arm is injured. Let me bandage it for you." Ramal heard a voice in his ear and looked up. It was a young Afghan guerrilla.

Osama extended a hand of friendship to Ramal, but Ramal did not extend his hand. Instead, he looked at the Soviet prisoner with hatred.

The Soviets killed all his guerrillas, more than thirty of them, and he was the only one left alive. He wanted revenge!

"How about we skin this guy?" Ramal's ears once again heard friendly suggestions from people around him.