"Lebed!" Seryosha stared at the grim scene in front of him, ignoring the rumbling tinnitus in his ears and the sharp pain caused by the impact of the explosion debris. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Seryosha rushed into the building, which had been blown up beyond recognition.

Not only Seryosha, but everyone had comrades-in-arms buried inside, and many people rushed in to rescue their comrades-in-arms regardless of their safety. It didn't take long for cries for help to be heard, and Seryosha threw his gun aside, turning over the bricks and rubble with both hands.

Suddenly, Seryosha was grabbed by the foot, and Seryosha quickly turned around to check, and he found that a hand sticking out of the crack in the brick had grabbed him. He quickly turned around and went to dig up the guy who was buried underneath. After a while, Lebed's familiar face appeared in front of Seryosha's eyes.

"Don't~~ Leave me alone! Hurry up and build a line of defense to stop the enemy from rushing in! Now you are commanding in my place. Lebed said to Seryosha earnestly.

Seryosha shook Lebed's hand tightly and agreed after a moment's consideration. Without looking back, he shouted loudly: "Boris, Yuri, take care of the battalion commander for me!" Then he turned and walked away.

As soon as Seryosha walked out of the ruins, he shouted at the surroundings: "Everyone, pay attention, now I am in charge of the command here." Quickly occupy the surrounding buildings. Stop the enemy from moving on. I repeat, everyone, for now I'm in charge of directing here. Quickly occupy the surrounding buildings. Stop the enemy from moving on! ”

Seryosha's hoarse voice seemed to reassure these soldiers who were scurrying around like headless flies, and everyone involuntarily obeyed Seryosha's orders. The damaged chain of command began to be restored, and the soldiers, led by their usual commanders, quickly seized several houses, climbed to the roofs of the Afghans and began to shoot at the enemy.

In the situation room of the 103rd Airborne Division, Grachev already knew about the tragic fate of the troops at the front, two MiG helicopters were shot down, and the troops involved in the capture of Hafizola were surrounded by enemy groups. Grachev already understood what was going on, Grachev had his eye on the head of Hafizola, and Hafizzola had his eye on the head of all the soldiers sent by Grachev. For the sake of this game, Hafizola preferred to be the bait himself to let Grachev take the bait.

The situation on the scene is out of control, and Grachev must go and get them back. However, the enemy did not know where to get the heat-seeking missiles, and in less than ten minutes they shot down two MiGs. What to do? Grachev asked in his heart, what to do?

"What to do, Grachev? Think about it, what can we do now? Wait any longer, and our people will be eaten alive by Hafizzola? Semyon, the commander of the 103rd Airborne Division, anxiously kept asking Grachev.

"Send the ground troops! Armored vehicles! Call the Army! We need their help to rush in in armored vehicles and get our people out! "Grachev doesn't have any ideas now, it's all about what to say.

Semyon couldn't care about it at this time, he ran to the telephone and anxiously called the commander of the Kabul theater of operations. Semyon's call went not only to the Kabul Theater Command, but also to the Afghan Ministry of Defense. In less than half an hour, all the top echelons of the army in Kabul learned the news. The capture of Hafizola failed, and hundreds of Soviet servicemen were trapped in Pugman.

The Kabul Theater Command did not dare to slack off, and not long after hanging up the phone, a group of tanks and armored units quickly pounced on the Paghman area. Subsequently, the Afghan government army also dispatched its own troops. The forces of Kabul began to approach the Paghman area in large numbers.

Hafizzola could not hide all the movements of the Soviet troops, and he had long thought that the Soviets would react in this way. It doesn't matter, this is exactly what Hafizollah wants, a month ago Hafizollah would never dare to do this, but now it is different, he has won the trust of the Tajiks and Hazais with his sincerity, Hafizzola, who has the strength of the three tribes, is now not afraid of anyone, he just wants to fight the Soviets.

The armored forces soon drove into Pugman, and the shells fired from the tanks heralded the arrival of the king of land warfare. With almost no resistance, the Soviet armoured units effortlessly drove into the streets of the ancient city of Pagman. There was not a single person on the streets, everywhere was quiet. As the armored forces continued to advance, the Soviets began to encounter small forces of resistance from the enemy. Bullets rained down on tanks and armored vehicles, but they did not pose any threat to the armored forces.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! "Several RPGs hit the body of the tank in a row, and more and more often. The commander saw the Sheng fighters in the distant building aiming at them with RPGs in the observation glass.

"Adjust the turret height, fire!" At the command of the commander, the shells of the tank flew out, and immediately an explosion was heard in front.

"Hell! Why can't you hit it higher when you hit it at the foot of the mountain? "The flying shells did not hit the building, but the rock below the building. The car commander opened his mouth angrily and scolded.

"Commander, it's already the maximum elevation angle!" Our shells can't hit so high. The gunner in the car replied helplessly.

Soon more and more armored vehicles found out, and they did not play any role here except as live targets. The ancient city of Pagman, held northwest of Kabul, was designed as a battle fortress from the day it was founded, and the fortress inside the city was as dense as a spider's web, easy to defend and difficult to attack. The armored units, separated by the narrow roads in the city, were soon met with enemy fire at close range. In a confined space, the tank could not turn around, and the Mujahideen holding an RPG could fire rockets at armored vehicles at a distance of almost fifty meters. After a while, armored vehicles of the Soviet and Afghan government forces were destroyed one after another.

What's worse is that as a large number of troops left the city of Kabul, the Sheng fighters who had been hiding in the city for a long time also began to act. Explosions were heard in the city, and the TV station, radio station, and police station were the first to be among them. Things are starting to get a little out of hand.

More and more wounded Soviet soldiers and Afghans were being sent to the hospital of the 103rd Airborne Division, and Eva could no longer care about Karim, who came to the hospital every day to accompany him. Her hands were now covered in blood, and she was stopping the bleeding of a Soviet soldier who had been hit by a car bomb, while his comrades stood to the side crying helplessly.

"Why hasn't a doctor come to see him yet? He's dying! The Soviet soldier looked at his comrade who was convulsing from excessive blood loss and asked angrily. But there were so many injured people that there were not enough doctors.

It was too late, Eva seemed to have made up her mind, and said to Karim and the wounded comrades: "I can't wait any longer, it seems that I can only perform the operation, you hold him down for me!" ”

"How can you operate, you're just a nurse?" Karim asked, suspicious.

Eva didn't answer, and she quickly operated on the patient like a doctor, from sterilization, surgery, finding the bleeding site, and suturing the blood vessels. Her performance is simply better than that of the doctors. Karim was not at all frightened by the bloody scene of the operation, and a big question arose in her heart? How could Eva have such good medical skills, and who the hell is she?