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On his shoulder, the cylinder had been erected.

At this time, the distance is very close, only more than 20 meters, even if it is blind, it can be hit, the only problem is that because it is too close, if you launch now, you may also be injured.

However, the shortcomings of the RPG-7 are also obvious, this thing is uncontrollable, although there is an aiming system, but, after it is too far away, only the Almighty Allah knows where it will fly.

Therefore, Hua Dongjie has made up his mind.

If you want me to die, then I'm going to kill you!"

Hua Dongjie's face was close to the heat shield, and his gaze, through the sight, set the back of the tank's cast turret to the center of the sight.

Next, it's time to pull the trigger!

It just so happens that the other party will drive five meters forward, and he will be completely safe, in the previous training, at a distance of 100 meters, Hua Dongjie will do 100 shots.

However, at this moment, the turret of the tank was seen, which was turning.

Damn it!

Sitting in the tank, the field of vision is very limited, and he is now behind, and he has not been seen by the other party, but when the opponent's turret is turned around, it is different, and the parallel machine gun on the right side of the gun can beat itself into several sections.

Don't wait, fire!

Hua Dongjie held his breath and pulled the trigger.

"When." Hua Dongjie's ears seemed to hear the sound of the firing pin hitting the bottom fire cap of the bullet, and then, the rocket in front of the bazooka flew out, and Hua Dongjie fell to the ground quickly and rolled to the side.

The commander of the T-62 tank was just making his rounds with the turret spinning, but halfway through the turn, the guy with the bazooka appeared at the edge of his periscope.

"Quick, speed up, turn left!" The commander shouted, his voice being heard clearly in the rumbling roar of the engine, even without the intercom in the car.

It was only half a second late, and at this time the turret had not yet turned, and the side-by-side machine gun could not hit the man, and the guy fired a rocket, and it would arrive in an instant, so close that it would not even take half a second, and the rocket would fly over.

The driver in front of him, after hearing the captain's shout, already knew that the situation was not good, he slammed the accelerator to the end, and the entire car was filled with the sound of the engine's hissing, and then he pulled the lever to the left.

In the periscope, the man had disappeared. Then, there was a loud crash and explosion, and a stream of heat was heard, and the commander lost consciousness.

The rocket, which had high hopes for Hua Dongjie, successfully hit the front armor of the T-62, and under this violent impact, the detonator at the rear of the projectile body ignited the explosive charge, and the powder cover charge specially made for the strike armor produced a strong metal heat flow and drilled through the front cast armor.

Although the blow was frontal, and the frontal armor of the tank turret was the thickest, it still did not block the blow of the RPG-7, and after being bitten open like a mosquito sucking blood, the metal heat rushed into the car, and immediately expanded violently, and a secondary explosion occurred, and the copper pharmaceutical cover was also shattered into a hot molten liquid the size of teardrops in the explosion, and scattered in the turret like a solid warhead.

The commander and the gun commander were immediately hit, and then, the shells in the turret were detonated, and the loader and the driver in front of them experienced the most gorgeous second of their lives in the light of ammunition.

Hua Dongjie hugged his head with both hands, hoping not to be hit by something flying, and he could hear the huge explosion without looking with his eyes.

In my day, the T-72 is often killed, and the T-62 is rarely seen, so such a big movement, this T-62 should not have been overturned turret, right?

After waiting for two seconds, Hua Dongjie finally stood up again.

After throwing the dirt on his head and looking at the tank in front of him, at this time, there was already a thick smoke and the fire was already small.

The turret and the body of the tank were separated and fell to the side, the barrel was already bent, and it was likely that when it landed again, the barrel was downward, and looking at the way the tank looked, the people inside must have died no longer to die.

It's just dangerous! was almost crushed into meat sauce by the tank, looking at the red five stars on the turret, Hua Dongjie still had a kind of luck in escaping death.

All around, there were some corpses, many of which had been run over by tanks, and those with big beards and robes had only one identity, Afghan guerrillas.

And this tank that was knocked out in front of you, it was only one era, in the eighties of the last century, the Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan!

Hua Dongjie's mind was in a mess, this place was very familiar and very unfamiliar, how could he appear here? It's a powder keg.

Afghanistan has never been pacified, and in later generations, the world hooligans have occupied it, and it is still a quagmire.

What is my identity here? In my mind, there are some vague impressions, but I am not sure.

"Instructor, watching you being rolled under the tank, I thought you... God forbid, the hateful Satan, the tanks of the Soviets, have finally been taken out by us. Just when Hua Dongjie was still standing a little dazed, a person stood up from the side of the dilapidated earthen wall and said to Hua Dongjie.

His eyes were deep-set, his nose was a little high, his skin was dark, his beard was unrepaired, he almost covered his mouth, and he was dressed in a white robe, which was now brown, a typical Middle Eastern or West Asian man, or rather, a native of Afghanistan.

Seeing that Hua Dongjie was looking at himself with a pair of blank eyes, the Afghan guerrillas in front of him said, "Instructor, are you injured?" It can't hurt your brain, right? ”

Just now, watching the instructor being rolled under the tank of the Soviets, Durrani Shah's heart was about to rise to his throat.

For more than two years, the Soviets occupied all of Afghanistan, and in the face of the Soviets' invasion, Afghanistan was furious, and they spontaneously formed guerrilla groups to resist the Soviet Satanic invasion.

However, the disparity in strength was obvious, and after taking control of the large cities, the Soviets began to attack the mountainous areas controlled by the guerrillas, and the guerrillas were losing ground one after another. Faced with tanks, planes, they were helpless. At this time, a group of instructors finally came from neighboring Pakistan to guide their military training.

Along with them came a variety of weapons, such as the current bazooka.

The instructor took them and was training in the mountains, but they were attacked by the Soviets, and they followed the instructor and escaped. However, he was chased by this tank and couldn't get rid of it.