"Escort them over. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Khvaja pointed to two Soviet prisoners.

The two Soviet prisoners looked at each other with trepidation. They follow one foot deep and one foot shallow, and what awaits them is an unknown fate.

Right next to their overturned tank, there was Mhammad, beckoning to them.

"Come on, come here!" In fluent Russian, Mhammad said: "You are here, waiting for your men to come and pick you up." ”

In this world, Mhammad does not speak Russian, but Mhammad, who has crossed over, has all the memories of Hua Dongjie, in his previous life, because he sometimes held joint exercises with the Russian army, and he needed to be familiar with the use of a lot of Russian imported equipment, so he also learned Russian. In addition to Russian, he is fluent in English and Chinese.

How could there be such kindness? It's impossible to think about. The two even felt that the Afghan in front of them must have bad intentions.

"Come, sit down!" Mhammad said.

Before the two captives could react, Hewaja, with a pair of strong arms, pressed them to their seats.

And while they were sitting, Mhammad, who was on the side, seemed to move quickly under their butts.

Then he sat down on the ground, except for the land, and seemed to feel something strange on his ass. It must have been the guy who just shoved it under his ass quickly.

It's like an iron lump, with an iron piece on it, and it hurts in the butt, so let's move it.

"Don't move, under your buttocks, there's a crushing mine, and if you move, you'll be crushed." Mhammad said, his words full of ridicule.

Under the ass, sat a pressure mine? Hearing Mhammad's words, all of a sudden, as if sitting on a red-hot iron plate, the two of them reflexively wanted to get up.

However, the buttocks of the two did not leave the piece of iron, and they were held down vigorously by the hands of Mhammad and Hewaja.

If you're going to die, you'll have to wait until we're gone before you raise your ass.

As soon as the two of them pressed, the two captives reacted, and sweat came out of their faces.

"Have a great time here! Your helpers will be there soon. Mhammad waved happily to the two men, and then, following the guerrillas of Khwaja, walked briskly.

Although the two captives were not tied up with ropes and were not injured, did they dare to move?

Mhammad really wants to see a good show, but unfortunately, he has to go, with the strength of this guerrilla force, it's okay to sneak attack a lone Soviet, if you encounter reinforcements from the Soviets again, it will be you who will lose.

Seeing these people disappear, the hearts of the two captives trembled, and after nearly an hour passed, one of the captives said: "Hey, Markov, you say, under our butts, is it a pressure mine that sits?" ”

"What do you say?" By this time both of them had calmed down a bit, and Markov asked: "Ilyich, you have served in the infantry before, you should be familiar with this mine. ”

"I don't think we're sitting on a landmine." Ilyich said: "Those guerrillas, who don't even have enough bullets, where can there be such a weapon as mines? ”

"What's that?" Markov asked.

"I think, it's like a grenade, yes, it's a grenade!" Ilyich gritted his teeth and said, he thought back to the time just now, when he was forcibly pressed, the other guy moved so insidiously under his ass, in fact, it was to pull the safety pin of the grenade, and then let himself sit on the grenade.

Yes, that's it! I just want to scare myself!

"Grenade? So let's raise our butts and throw the grenade out again, isn't that okay? Markov asked.

"Our people are coming." Just then, Ilyich heard a distant roar.

"Boom, boom." In the sky, the sound of propellers scribbling through the air could be heard.

With this sound, two huge helicopters flew through the air at a distance of eight hundred meters, separated by a thousand meters from each other.

Overhead, there are huge five-bladed propellers, churning the air, loud, two bubble-shaped cockpits in front, arranged high and low, and behind, is a wide cabin, like a pregnant doe, hence, this helicopter is also given the nickname of the hind given by NATO.

It's just that if you look at this kind of helicopter as a gentle hind, it would be a big mistake, not to mention that the machine gun under the nose will harvest life at any time, just look at the short wings on both sides, the rocket nest on the mount, it is very intimidating, those large-caliber rockets, at any time will cover down, everything on the ground, turned into ashes.

The Mi-24 helicopter was very active on the battlefield in Afghanistan, although in the early days, due to mechanical failures, many aircraft were lost. But now, the Miri Design Bureau has further improved the Mi-24 helicopter, increasing the power of the engine, improving the stability of the pilots during brutal operations, and, as the pilots become more familiar with the war, their ability to control the hinds is constantly improving.

"Attention, about to reach the designated airspace, reduce the altitude, look for our combat vehicle." Inside the helicopter in front, said the pilot, Colonel Ivanov.

His words were sent to the wingman and the crew behind him at the same time.

Hearing his words, the soldiers of the two infantry squads loaded in the big belly of the hind were also looking downward.

After more than two years of fighting, almost every battalion of the Soviet troops stationed in Afghanistan formed a reconnaissance company, consisting of the most outstanding soldiers, who took on the most difficult tasks.

This time, these two squads of scouts were going to rescue an attacked tank company on their side, carrying two helicopters, and they were very confident that once they got there, maybe the Afghan guerrillas would have run away.

Even so, they still looked to both sides and entered the mountains, at this time, the altitude of the helicopter was reduced, and various emergencies could be encountered at any time.

Ahead, it's the valley that the intelligence says.

The helicopter flew over, and in the distance, Ivanov saw two hit tanks on one side of the valley.

"Spot the target, five hundred meters ahead, 02, pay attention to vigilance." Ivanov shouted over the radio.

The two helicopters, at the time of the operation, covered each other, and now, having discovered their own tank, Ivanov's helicopter, needed to land in the open field, put down the reconnaissance squad behind and enter the search. In this process, the most dangerous take-off and landing. (To be continued.) )