Chapter 14 Hit
The PPK machine gun in his hand kept moving its position and burst out tongues of fire. At the top of the sentry post, it is condescending to see all the sights below.
The sentry guarding here was also going to go down to assemble, but he moved slowly, and as a result, before he could go down, the battle below began.
Enraged, the sentry re-entered the sentry and began to machine-gun fire.
When this post was first established, it was indeed to supplement the firepower on the side of the searchlight, but because of the lack of heavy machine guns, only PPK machine guns were arranged here.
This machine gun is a machine gun developed from the AKM assault rifle with a weighted and lengthened barrel, in fact, it can only be regarded as a heavy barrel automatic rifle.
Underneath is a circular drum that can hold 75 rounds, so he uses as many three-point shots as possible, otherwise, the ammunition will be quickly depleted.
Although he is the only one now, if he wants to climb up here, there is only an entrance directly below, as long as he ensures that no guerrillas come to this entrance, he will not be in danger, this is the dead end below, from which he can calmly shoot downward, and those weapons, including heavy machine guns, below, cannot shoot up.
As long as they hold out for half an hour, their helicopters will arrive, and at that time, all these guerrillas will be wiped out.
As the most advanced outpost, it is patronized by the guerrillas at any time, so although the casualties of the own side below are heavy, the mentality of this sentry is still very good.
It's just that when he saw the man below carrying the barrel of the mortar and running towards the machine gun position, the sentry was a little frightened, he was here, if he was hit by a mortar, it would really be dangerous.
However, looking at the only two people, the sentry was relieved, if he wanted to operate a mortar, it was not something that two people could do, and this group of guerrillas would not operate a mortar at all.
Moreover, as soon as a shuttle bullet passed, one of them was knocked down, and the sentry turned his gun and began to deal with the threat from another direction.
Who knows, within a minute, in the sky, a strange whistling sound appeared, in the continuous sound of gunfire, the whistling sound is so peculiar.
He stopped pulling the trigger and looked around, and then he was greeted by the light of fire, and the sound of an explosion ringing through his eardrums.
This ** successfully flew to this sentry post, the warhead hit the ground, and then, the fuse ignited the warhead, the explosives inside exploded, countless shelmel flew out, and the sentry was patronized although it was three meters away from the direction where the warhead landed.
The searchlight above his head shattered, and blood splattered from several places on his body, and the sentinel, feeling pain all over his body, took a step back, and then, his body fell.
This time, half of it was exposed, and suddenly, the whole body fell from the high sentry post.
"Instructor, hit!" Herman, who was on the side, shouted happily.
Herman saw very clearly, after the cannonball flew over, the sentry post, a firelight, the sentry, was bombarded from the sentry post, no matter how simple this small cannon is, after all, it is a cannon, so powerful!
Hit? At this time, the tinnitus of Mhammad gradually subsided, and he saw Herman standing up happily, still a little dazed, it seems that this way of firing cannonballs is really like hitting seven wounds, first hurting himself, and then hurting others, next time he can't do this.
Mhammad stood up, and when he saw the guerrillas hiding elsewhere, they also stood up, raising their weapons in celebration of the victory.
At the cost of two partisan casualties, the post was taken, and thirty Soviets were eliminated, and this time they were victorious.
Unlike last time, the last time they fought tanks, they had almost no decent victories, and they were almost half a spectator, but this time, it was they who relied on their own skills to successfully defeat this outpost, which was almost impossible to knock down.
After the news of this battle spreads, the guerrillas of Afghanistan will be proud of them!
This qiē is all due to the instructor from Pakistan! Everyone was elated, including Hewaja, who also looked at Mhammad with admiration.
"Clean up the battlefield, load the reserves in the outpost onto the truck, it's time for us to go." Mhammad shouted.
"Yes." Everyone replied, even Hewaja, who casually said yes at this time.
Mhammad didn't notice this, just like he usually did when he went out on a mission and was leaving.
Walking a few steps to Durani's body, Mhammad felt a little heavy.
In any case, Durrani was the first person, the first comrade-in-arms, and the first brother that Mhammad came into this world and met.
Who knows, after less than ten days of getting along, this comrade-in-arms just left.
Mhammad looked at Durani's body and silently said in his heart, May Allah bless you in another world.
Just thinking about it, he saw Duranny's body and seemed to move.
The corpse will still move, and the corpse will be defrauded?
Looking at it again, Durannie's back seems to be rising and falling slightly, and he didn't see it clearly just now, this guy is not dead at all, and his breathing is still very stable.
Moreover, there was no trace of bleeding on his body, this guy, under the strafing of the bullet just now, must have fallen down in advance, and he was not injured at all.
Thinking of his own worries just now, he couldn't help it, and Mhammad kicked Durani in the ass: "Hurry up if you're not dead." ”
As Mhammad stepped down, Durani's ass twitched, and he rolled over and sat up.
He was covered in dirt and had a scratch on his face, which he had struck on the tip of a rock when he fell to the ground. However, this action of turning over is enough to show that the main parts of Duranni's body are intact.
"Instructor, I just stumbled, but it's okay, I threw that mortar over for you, and I used it well, right?" Durranny asked.
Hearing Duranny's words, Mhammad finally regained his temper when he was an instructor before: "You idiot, mortars don't just have a barrel to shoot shells, there are bases, there are brackets, you only give me a barrel, almost deafening my ears!" I'll fix you when you get back! ”
With that, Mhammad looked around and saw the guerrillas, who were happily loading the contents of the post into cars.
There was no reserve of guns, they were all carried by the sentries themselves, and the three heavy machine guns on the three machine gun positions were a good bonus. Moreover, there was a lot of ammunition, and everyone did not feel the effort to come out of the post carrying heavy ammunition boxes.
The guerrillas, without arsenals and logistical supplies, had to rely on rugged mountain roads and weapons from the Pakistani side, and this road was often bombed by the Soviets, so they had more to do but be captured by the war.
They fought guerrillas, fought and ran, and there were few opportunities to clean up the battlefield, so weapons and ammunition have always been in a state of scarcity, and this time, after this outpost, everyone saw so much ammunition for the first time, and I don't know how happy they should be.
In addition to ammunition, the food left here by the Soviets, and even the military kettle, were turned out by them, as if they were raiding their homes.
Mhammad didn't have time to look through the weapons that the kamath had on it, anyway, there were mortars in it, and that was a big enough catch.
In less than ten minutes, they loaded all the useful things in the post onto the truck, and then Mhammad drove the truck and rushed outside.
When the Soviets arrived, they were left with corpses and an empty outpost.
Thinking of this, Hewaja, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the cab, couldn't help but whistle.
Looking at Hewaja's appearance, Mhammad asked while driving, "Captain, what do you think of this operation?" ”
"Very good, Mhammad, you are a master of guerrilla warfare and the handling of all kinds of weapons." Hewaja said: "Before meeting you, our troops were almost out of ammunition and food, and the tanks that came to fight the Soviets were actually forced to do so, I really didn't expect that in your hands, we successfully fought such a beautiful battle, Almighty Allah, bless our Afghan guerrillas to be invincible!" ”
Hearing that Hewaja finally gave the victory to Almighty Allah, Mhammad secretly despised in his heart, and said: "I am an instructor sent by Pakistan, with the rank of lieutenant, I hope that I can get the full cooperation of our guerrilla army, and the more we fight, the stronger we fight, and finally, drive the Soviets out of the land of Afghanistan." ”
What Mhammad meant was very clear, he needed to really command this guerrilla force, that is, Hewaja, and he had to obey his orders.
After all, Mhammad's military rank is lieutenant, and it is normal to command a few hundred people, and now, this guerrilla detachment is only more than thirty people, and his ability is enough.
Hearing what Mhammad said, Hewaja hesitated, after all, this guerrilla force was pulled up by him, and now, if he wants to hand over the command to a brother from Pakistan, to be honest, he really doesn't want to.
Rather be the head of the chicken than the tail of the phoenix, this truth is valid everywhere.
Mhammad just glanced at it obliquely from the corner of his eye, and knew what Hewaja was thinking, and he couldn't help but laugh in his heart.
Suddenly, his face became solemn.
In the rearview mirror, I saw a bright spot on the blue sky and white clouds!
Were there a lot of hinds in the Soviets? Why did he just pull out a sentry post, and so soon, the hind flew up?
There is no other choice, go up the throttle and run! Thinking like this, Mhammad exerted force under his feet, and a feeling of pushing his back came, and the huge Kamath burst out with strength, his speed increased, and at the same time, he became more bumpy. ps: Thank you for the @pose reward from the book friend's toilet! Thank you for your votes!