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, his nose was a little high, his skin was dark, his beard was unrepaired, he almost covered his mouth, and he was wearing a white robe, which was now brown, a typical Middle Easterner, 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 big 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.

At this time, because the tank was chasing too fast, the infantry behind the guide zhì could not keep up. Tanks, deprived of infantry protection, are very vulnerable. When the instructor saw this, he decided to stop, hide in place, and prepare to attack the tank.

Unbeknownst to them, the first rocket flew away, and their whereabouts were immediately discovered by the Soviet tankmen, and although the instructors shouted to hide, the partisans still scattered and ran away.

As a result, the tanks went on a rampage, and at the same time machine-gun fire was fired, and the partisans were almost all killed.

I thought that the Soviets would leave like this, then, maybe there were brothers who were not dead, and they could be saved again, but as a result, I saw that the Soviets left a tank and ran it around.

The entire guerrilla team, only the instructor and Durrani were left, if it weren't for the instructor pressing Durranny tightly, Durranny would have stood up and been killed just now.

Now, with this tank left, even the corpses are not spared, and the instructor is furious.

Durranny watched the instructor run out of hiding, holding a bazooka, and wanted to get close before firing, but he was strafed by the tank's machine gun and fell.

Then, the tank ran over, Duranney's eyes were red, and just as he wanted to rush up, he miraculously saw the instructor actually stand up, and then, very close behind the opponent's tank, fired a rocket.

As the rockets flew out, the tank finally caught fire and then exploded, and the scene was spectacular.

Without a threat for the time being, Durranny ran out of hiding and headed for the instructor.

Who knows, the instructor seems to be stupid.

"Duranny?" Hua Dongjie tried to say, he didn't believe that he didn't have to learn, he had mastered an extra foreign language, and he could already speak this very tongue-twisting Pashto.

"Instructor, you finally remembered my name!" Durrani said, "You're so great, you took out a Soviets tank!" ”

Great? At this time, Hua Dongjie had inherited more memories in his mind, and he had confirmed that he had crossed over. The real Mhammad Kamaran, who was killed by the Soviets' tank machine guns, took the place of this man, the instructor from Pakistan, to guide the guerrillas.

And now, this guerrilla team, only Durrani is left, which shows how stupid this Mhammad is.

Of course, it is inherently very dangerous to destroy enemy tanks with bazookas. Moreover, if he hadn't been in the army and had been trained to crush tanks, he probably wouldn't have been so calm to let the tank pass over his body without changing his position.

If you move it slightly, you will definitely be crushed by the tank. At the beginning of the training, some of the team members also peed their pants, and when the tank drove over them, although the two tracks would not roll over themselves, it was also very terrifying.

Only by sweating more in peacetime can you shed less blood in wartime.

Damn it, I threw myself here, in Afghanistan in 1981, in the northeastern mountains of Jalalabad near the border with Pakistan. In addition to accepting the identity of this Mhammad, he also has to accept the test of countless blood and war, although he is extremely depressed, Hua Dongjie quickly accepted this reality, he is the Pakistani instructor, Mhammad, he is going to take Afghanistan to a bright future.

Mhammad stood up, looked down to the east, smelled the blood in the air, and now, there was only fighting!

"Clean up the battlefield, pack your weapons, and come with me." Mhammad said.

Walk? Where to go? Durranny paused for a moment.

But Mhammad had already begun to bend down and pick up the weapons of his companions.

The corpse had been rolled into a bloody blur, and the gun he was carrying with him had also been crushed.

From the flesh-and-blood corpse, looking for the complete magazine, Mhammad did it carefully and quickly, and soon, he collected four magazines, stuffed them into the bullet bag he was carrying, and then, happily, found four intact rockets among the corpses.

At this time, Durranny was still there.

"Let's go." Mhammad said, stepping forward.

Durrani and Mhammad, after walking a few steps, felt that something was wrong: "Instructor, where are we going?" ”

"We're going to trouble the Soviets." Mhammad said.

He vaguely remembered that the tank that had been chasing them all the way had been separated from the infantry, and this kind of tank, which was out of the protection of the infantry, was exactly what Mhammad was targeting.

Just yourself, two people, looking for trouble with the Soviets? Durranny felt as if he had misheard. The instructor had just destroyed an enemy tank, but he had also killed and wounded dozens of people, and he still suffered a loss, and if he went again, he was afraid that he would not be able to come back.

"What, you're scared?" Mhammad asked.

Durrani immediately shook his head: "I'm not afraid!" Afraid of death, he did not join the guerrillas. ”

In Mhammad's memory, Durani's relatives were originally living in Jalalabad, and during the initial Soviet invasion, Durani's relatives were killed when they occupied the city. Therefore, Durrani and the Soviets have a deep hatred.

Now, hearing Mhammad ask if he was afraid, Durrani immediately puffed up his chest, carried his bazooka, carried his rifle, and followed Mhammad along the path and walked forward.

At this time, Mhammad had a strong foot, although in the motherland of later generations, there were no large-scale wars, but, as a special forces, he had participated in many operations, and this kind of guerrilla tactics was also very good.

In this mountainous area, it is its own world, and its predecessor was beaten so badly by the Soviets! Mhammad really mourns for this predecessor.

Now, it's time to show off your skills on this battlefield!

Now, the Soviets were still in the early stage of the war, dealing with the large-scale collision of the East and the West, the Soviet army was originally prepared for the war in the European plains, for mountain operations, there was no suitable weapon at all, for example, the main 40th Army of this T-62 tank, in the mountains is not suitable at all, the tank artillery range is small, the high-horsepower engine is fuel-intensive, and it causes a great burden on logistics, in particular, there is no infantry to follow around, this tank is a live target. After the Soviets practiced it for a year or two, this tank, which was no longer used, was replaced by an infantry fighting vehicle.

Of course, Mhammad is also mentally prepared, if he is glorious, then it is best to travel back, this kind of place where birds don't, it's really not used to it, at least, the habit of taking a bath every day is to be completely changed.

Mhammad walked as fast as he could, and finally, after walking for half an hour, he heard a rumbling sound in the distance.

"Soviets!" Durranny said.

Who else is not Soviet? The Afghan guerrillas did not have tanks, and Mhammad hid behind a large rock, and could see that the six tanks were the same tank unit that had just chased them.

Six tanks! There were only two of them on his side, and when Durranny saw these tanks, he knew that the best option now was to stay still and quietly wait for these iron lumps to disappear from his sight.

Although Mhammad's mind was full of excitement about the battle, he also knew that now was not a good time to ambush the Soviets' tanks.

At most, if two people kill one of the Soviets' tanks, they will be discovered by several other tanks, and the result of what they find out is that they themselves are killed.

Now, you can't do it.

Looking at the five stars painted on the turret and the black smoke coming out of the back, Mhammad sat on the ground unwillingly.

The Soviets left, they were executioners, but they themselves had no way to avenge the dead fighters.

Looking at the black smoke in the distance, suddenly, an idea popped into Mhammad's head.

"Duranny, I remember, in front, there should be a valley, right?" Mhammad asked.

Whether this memory is real or not, Mhammad can't be sure.

"Yes, twenty kilometers ahead." Durranny said.

"Okay, then let's take the trail, to get there before the Soviets." Mhammad said.