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"Smack." At the moment when Mhammad retreated, he already had an extra pistol in his hand, and the gunfire rang out, and the sturdy Soviet soldier, looking at a hole in his chest, yelled unwillingly, and then continued to pounce on Mhammad.

"Smack." Another shot hit the opponent's eyebrows, the Soviet soldier's head trembled, his body shook, and he fell to the ground half a meter away from Mhammad, his eyes never closed.

Mhammad didn't go to see him, fighting bayonets is a last resort, in modern warfare, this kind of face-to-face combat is rare, even pistols are rarely used, the basic principle of combat, there must be an assault rifle in an engagement, if there is only a pistol, then you have to rely on the cover of a pistol to find an assault rifle.

Mhammad bent down and picked up the AK-74 rifle on the ground, his own gun was jammed, otherwise, this white-knuckle battle would not have happened.

As soon as Mhammad bent down, Durrani shouted nearby: "Instructor, be careful! ”

Mhammad's body flashed quickly, and behind him, a rifle butt smashed into Mhammad's back, without Duranny's reminder.

Although it is not as good as a sledgehammer, the impact of the butt on the body is still very huge, which can damage internal organs, can make people spit blood in an instant, and lose their combat effectiveness.

Mhammad rolled over, skept, followed, raised his pistol, and was about to shoot at the other party.

Before he could pull the trigger, the butt swung again, swept across Mhammad's wrist, and the pistol was knocked to the ground.

There was a sharp pain in his wrist, and Mhammad watched as the other man reversed the barrel of the gun, and then pointed the muzzle of the gun at him.

For a moment, there was a fierce glint in Mhammad's eyes, and he grabbed the barrel of the opponent's gun with both hands and pushed it upwards sharply.

"Da-da-da-da." The other party had already pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out of the muzzle, and at this time, Mhammad had already pushed the muzzle of the gun to the sky, and the three bullets hit the sky.

There was a stream of heat on the barrel of the gun, and Mhammad felt his hands being scorched, and his hand went down again, grabbing the handguard of the opponent's gun, and the gun turned sideways.

Grab a gun with your bare hands! Although during the training, there was also professional gun grabbing training, but when it came to actual combat, it was still a gamble with death, and whether various tactical actions could work depended on the skills and bodies of both sides.

The guy on the other side was a head taller than Mhammad, and his arms were also very thick, and now, both of them were holding guns horizontally, pulling each other, and the strength of the other party was obviously greater than that of Mhammad, and while holding the gun tightly with both hands, the other party raised a foot and kicked towards Mhammad's lower body.

The fighting nation is sturdy, if it was before he crossed over, Mhammad might be able to try to fight the other party, but now, this body is obviously not qualified, so Mhammad can only change the way.

The gun, the other party will definitely not let go, Mhammad used his legs hard, grabbed the gun with both hands, and his body slammed into the air.

The Soviet GI's leg kicked into the air, and he felt the figure in front of him flicker, and it had already disappeared.

Mhammad turned over in the air, and when he landed again, he was already behind the opponent, his left hand grabbed the opponent's jaw, his right hand was on the back of the head, and then he pulled his hands in pairs, and a crisp click sound came from the enemy's neck, and then, the Soviets' head drooped.

After killing this guy, Mhammad easily manipulated this guy's AK-74 rifle, and looked around, more than a dozen Soviets had already fled, and the guerrillas around him were fighting with the Soviets who were left behind.

"Da, da." With a gun in hand, Mhammad began to pull the trigger, firing one by one, killing the fighting Soviets.

"Instructor, let's chase it." Strangled by a Soviet man and almost strangled to death, but fortunately Mhammad rescued him in time, Khwaja stood up, took his sniper rifle, and said to Mhammad.

"Retreat, don't chase." Mhammad said.

The hand-to-hand combat just now was so fierce that everyone couldn't care about their surroundings, so they could only knock down the people in front of them, and besides, this kind of battle was also the most tragic, they killed nine Soviets, and they also lost four of them.

Fighting a war is about killing people, especially in the fighting in Afghanistan, where the losses of the partisans far exceeded those of the Soviets, and the side with inferior equipment could only fill this hole with human lives.

The fighting was brutal.

It's not that Mhammad doesn't want to chase, it's that there's no time.

There was a rumbling sound in the distant sky, and the hind flew back.

Slovich sat on the ground, gasping for breath, the encounter was in a mess, when it was hand-to-hand combat, Slovich still wanted to step forward, but when he heard the sound of the neck of the commander of the infantry company being twisted, he suddenly felt a wave of fear in his heart, he finally realized that courage and brutality are completely different things, when he ordered the tank to crush the corpse, when he let the tank bombard, it was brutality, not courage.

Although the combat qualities of the Soviet soldiers far surpassed those of the Afghan guerrillas, this kind of hand-to-hand combat was also the first time they had experienced, and those guerrillas seemed to have turned into beasts, and the momentum they exuded made him feel shocked.

Watching the helicopter fly overhead, he felt an indescribable relief all over his body, finally over, let the helicopter kill them!

The sound of fighting outside gradually subsided, and next to the two abandoned infantry fighting vehicles, Saha's heart had been uneasy.

The loud explosion, like tank fire, and like helicopter bombardment, did you find the guerrillas? Kill them all?

The Soviets came so much, and there were government troops, it couldn't have been easier to eliminate a few guerrillas, Saha kept reassuring himself that the guerrillas had been killed and that he was safe for a long time. The Soviets will not leave themselves alone, after all, if they want to gain a foothold in Afghanistan, they will have to rely on the Afghans themselves.

Saha stood up and sat down again, sweat streaming from his forehead, and he wiped the sweat with the back of his hand and looked into the distance.

The sun is gradually setting in the west, and the day has passed, and it is about to enter the night, and at night, you will be more vulnerable to sneak attacks.

Just a dozen people, one night, the next day, sure that there is not a single one left.

I can't wait any longer, if it's night, and I haven't given the order to come, I'll just run away, it's better to live than anything else.

Saha was thinking this when he heard a distant roar and looked up to see an infantry fighting vehicle moving towards him.

When the Soviets arrived, Saha suddenly changed a smile on his face and greeted him.

"Platoon Commander Saha, take your men into the car." On the turret of the armored car, a head stuck out and shouted at Sakha.

"Yes." Saha staggered over and kicked up through the hatch in the tail of the infantry fighting vehicle.

"The sweep mission is over, return to Jalalabad." said the Soviets in the car.

"Yes." Saha nodded his head in the cramped car, and suddenly there was a "boom", and the armored car shook.

Saha fell to his stomach and hugged his head: "Help! ”

The Soviets burst into laughter, and just now they fired a shot that destroyed the abandoned infantry fighting vehicle.

"Boom," another shot, the second infantry fighting vehicle was also destroyed, looking at the smoke rising from the two vehicles, the Soviets drove the infantry fighting vehicle and left here.

Saha stood up again, as if nothing had just happened, and the infantry fighting vehicle was so thin and stuffed that a heavy machine gun bullet would have been punched into a hole, let alone an artillery shell.

The battle was over, and their sweep ended in failure, with all the tanks bombed, several infantry fighting vehicles lost, hundreds of casualties, and the Soviets alone killed more than 50 killed and more than 30 wounded.

There was no heavy equipment, only two companies of cars, which were still intact, and the mighty team was gone when they set off, and these mountains seemed to be able to open their big mouths and swallow them up.

Slovich remembered these dozen soldiers of the Afghan government army, who sent an infantry fighting vehicle to pick them up and converge in the mountains ahead.

Sitting on the rumbling infantry fighting vehicle, Saha was finally relieved, the past two days had been really worrying, at this time, what he was thinking about was the mother-in-law in his base in Jalalabad, or the warmth of his home.

Night is gradually falling.

The armored car continued to move forward, with no headlights on, and the driver was driving cautiously through a rudimentary infrared night vision device.

The people in the car were drowsy.

Although it is not yet out of the mountains, it is now on the way home, and many people are less vigilant.

The driver also yawned a little, and after driving the mountain road on the most dangerous side of the cliff just now, he also relaxed, and stepped on the accelerator, and the speed was faster.

Suddenly, the figures in front of him shook, and without thinking, he moved his foot to the brakes.

"Squeak, squeak." There was a sharp whistling from behind the hull, and the armored car quickly stopped.

The people behind sat unsteadily, and several people fell from their seats, hit the steel plate, and broke their heads.

"What's going on?" The Soviet squad leader on the turret asked, and as he spoke, he put his eyes on the scope.

"There are several government soldiers." Said the driver in front.

On the side of the road, the soldiers in government uniforms were standing there, not wearing helmets, but in turbans, with thick beards on their faces, judging from their costumes, they were definitely government soldiers, and they stood there waving with a big grin, without any flaws.

Just, how did they come about?

"Turn on the headlights." The squad leader said, he opened the turret, looked at the government soldiers who were blinded by the lights and were blocking their eyes with their arms, and opened his voice and said, "Which part of you are from?" How is it here? ”

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