Afghanistan, a turbulent and weak country, has a glorious history of fighting against foreign enemies, spanning two hundred years, three superpowers that flourished in different eras, have fallen into the sands of Afghanistan is not a vast country.

Brave and good at fighting.

This is the folk customs of Afghanistan.

Such a popular style has sharpened a steady stream of excellent soldiers for the TLB, the tribal armed forces, and several shareholders lurking in Afghanistan, who lack systematic training, but have a wealth of actual combat experience, which is beyond the reach of the regular armies of most countries in the world.

The terrain of the Hinduku Mountains is quite special, and the guerrilla warfare that has lasted intermittently for more than 100 years has caused countless tunnels and caves hidden in the mountains, and the most elite mountain troops of the Soviet Union were almost wiped out in this mountain.

Wang Wei, a sharp blade elite who condescendingly looked at the overall situation, thought at a high speed, analyzed all kinds of information and on-site conditions, and then concluded that there was fraud!

"Cheetah, I'm Hawkeye, the situation is not good, withdraw immediately." Wang Wei immediately called his comrade-in-arms Chao Xuefeng, and at this time, Chao Xuefeng had already led thirty-six people into the training camp from three directions to encircle and annihilate the remnants of the enemy.

Whining melodious horns, as if from the distant sky, Wang Wei's heart trembled violently, and before he had time to do anything, he saw that the training camp full of corpses suddenly rose a ball of fire, the sound was terrifying, and the mountain shook.

It turned out that there were remote-controlled bombs made of C4 explosives buried under the ground covered by tents or debris, and no matter how powerful the soldiers with sharp blades were, they were flesh and blood, and many people were killed and injured in an instant.

Chao Xuefeng was also knocked to the ground by the blast wave, slowed down for a moment, shook his head vigorously, shook off the dust and sand particles on his head, and looked up to observe.

A few of his comrades-in-arms around him were as embarrassed as he was.

"Captain, if I die, help take care of my parents" The young man lying on his back not far away stared at Chao Xuefeng with a side face to explain the aftermath, blood soaked his earthy desert camouflage combat uniform, dyed a piece of ground pressed by his waist red, and this dazzling blood color was still expanding.

Shan Liang, only twenty-two years old, standard post-90s.

When other post-90s generations were in a coquettish and willful rebellious period, he had already put on a military uniform, and today he is young and blood-stained, except for worrying about his parents, he has no regrets.

"Don't say bad words" Chao Xuefeng quickly crawled to Shan Liang's side as he spoke, ripped off the body armor and blood-soaked combat uniform, and carried out battlefield first aid.

"Captain, I know that I can't go back, leave me alone, don't waste time for me." Shan Liang smiled sadly, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, extremely tragic.

"Who says you can't go back? Cheer me up, like a man! Chao Xuefeng reprimanded Shan Liang with a tense face, but his heart seemed to be kneaded by an invisible hand, painful, painful and wanted to cry.

A steel ball shot out of the bomb explosion penetrated from the root of Shan Liang's right thigh, pierced his body diagonally, and was stuck by the body armor, and there were seven or eight steel balls embedded in the surface of the body armor.

Chao Xuefeng also judged that the damage to the organs in Shan Liang's lower abdomen was not light, such as the bladder, kidneys, and intestines, and that such injuries meant death on overseas battlefields where surgery could not be performed in time.

Chao Xuefeng did not give up first aid.

As soon as there is still a breath, he will not give up, and the sharp blade will not abandon the firm creed of his comrades, at this moment, the seriously injured and incapacitated team members are taken care of by their comrades.

As for those who died will forever be buried in a foreign land, their heroic deeds will not be known to outsiders, and all honors and deeds are reflected only by a few words in the top secret documents.

The sound of the trumpet was sudden and urgent.

The mountains surrounding the valley were perfectly camouflaged and the holes were presented one after another, dense as honeycombs, and the militants hidden in them swarmed out, and four or five hundred people formed a line of stragglers, which at first glance covered the mountains and fields.

They not only have AK47s and US military-standard grenades in their hands, but also bazookas and 60 mortars with great lethality.

The camp was under heavy fire.

The blade team members who came in were deeply encircled and precarious for a while.

On the mountain, Wang Wei, who was responsible for answering the guard, was also not easy, and more than 100 people around him approached.

There are only twenty-three people on the side of the sharp blade, if they are in a deep forest and dense grass, they can collect more than a hundred people, and nine out of ten are stable, and the sparse vegetation in the Hinduku Mountains is not conducive to concealment and ambush, lack of natural cover, close firefights, and the bullet rate far exceeds that of the jungle.

"Pay attention to concealment, give me a hard beating!" Wang Wei, who was usually lazy, gradually turned hideous with a hideous expression, relying on a half-human-high mountain rock, and took the lead in shooting.

He used the M4A1 carbine in his hand to shoot cleanly, and people kept falling dozens of meters away, and the militants fell down and fired back.

The 22 people tacitly held on, and the opponent who was almost crushed could not raise his head, and the number of casualties soared, but the stray bullets and grenades flying indiscriminately were still extremely threatening, resulting in many injuries and one death.

"Cheetah, retreat in my direction, let's converge and break through." When Wang Wei changed the magazine with his back against the rock, he reminded Chao Xuefeng in English.

Performing top-secret missions, communicating in a foreign language, is a means of confusing the enemy.

The "good" Chao Xuefeng responded categorically, and the surprise attack could not be evacuated as soon as possible, and the decision-making of the base's top management, because the longer it takes, the easier it is to be detected by the forces of all parties and arouse concern.

"Team A, Team B, evacuate with the wounded, and Team C takes cover." Chao Xuefeng gave an order without thinking, and then squatted down to support Shan Liang.

"Captain, I'm a dying person, I can't bother you!" Shan Liang, who had lost too much blood, violently pushed down Chao Xuefeng, got up, strode forward with a gun, roared and strafed, and the approaching militants fell in rows.

"Danger, get down!" Chao Xuefeng, who was sitting on the ground, could make a sound, and the stubborn Shan Liang was blown away by the cannonball that landed at his feet, and he never got up again.

Seeing this scene, the other members of the Blade team were extremely sad and angry, frantically fought back, unwilling to leave, Chao Xuefeng stubbornly suppressed the impulse to fight to the death, and shouted: "Withdraw!" ”

Counting Chao Xue Peak, there were only twenty-nine of the thirty-seven people left when they came, seven people died, half of them hung the lottery, and the withdrawal was extremely difficult, when the two teams of people on the mountain and down the mountain fought out a bloody road to converge, and then counted the number of people, a total of 19 people were sacrificed.

The remaining 40 people need to fight their way out of the encirclement and walk 80 kilometers north to enter Pakistan before anyone can pick them up, and how many more comrades will die along the way?

Chao Xuefeng Wang Wei didn't dare to imagine, condescendingly observed the surroundings, two or three hundred East Turkistan militants surrounded them from afar, surrounded but not beaten, as if waiting for something.

"These bunnies are moving mortars through the tunnels!" Wang Wei gritted his teeth, and the few mortars that the sniper never had a chance to shoot out were the biggest threat.