There were three machine-gun bunkers, two of which were taken by the guerrillas, and the other was taken out by the Soviet soldiers, but then they were killed by Mhammad.

This outpost was cleaned up, and the next thing was to clean up the battlefield.

Durrani was just about to get up and leave the machine-gun bunker when he was grabbed by Mhammad.

"Da, da." At this moment, a voice sounded not far overhead, and with this sound, the side of the machine gun bunker was beaten into dust.

There's someone overhead! Mhammad hid behind the machine-gun bunker, not daring to show his head, he knew that the position was the top of the outpost, the part where there was a searchlight.

There are three machine gun positions outside, and the searchlight is at the top, and there must also be a sentry post, so that where the searchlight goes, the bullets can follow.

Moreover, because the position is the highest, it also poses a threat to these three machine-gun positions, and when the bunkers of the machine-gun positions are built, they are to shoot outward, so the outside bunkers are very thick, but the back, almost undefended.

It was a dead end, and although Hewaja was a good sniper, he couldn't do anything about that position.

Durranny came back from the brink of death, and there was still an inexplicable panic in his heart, if he hadn't been pulled by the instructor just now, he would have died at this time.

"How's it going, scared?" The voice came to my ears again.

"Don't be afraid." Durranny said, what is there to be afraid of dying, if it weren't for the instructor, he wouldn't have known how many times he had died. "I'll go up and kill that Soviet."

"No, being brave is not an impulse." "Protect yourself before you can fight the enemy," Mahmad said. ”

After saying that, Mhammad said: "It's a pity, if there is a mortar, it would be the best." ”

In such a blind area, a weapon of direct fire has great drawbacks, and mortars, with ballistic curves, are very handy against such targets.

It's a pity, it's not that there are weapons at hand, many people in the guerrillas still use backward Efield rifles, it would be good to have AKMs, and against tanks, there is not even a bazooka, where will there be mortars.

Throwing a grenade, out of reach, is also a big risk.

As soon as Mhammad finished speaking, he heard Durrani say: "Instructor, I know where there is a mortar, I'll get it for you." ”

With that, Durranny bravely jumped out of cover and ran forward.

Look for death! I just said that I have to protect myself first, this Duranny, why doesn't he know to hide? Moreover, if you want to run, you have to dodge and run left and right, you can't run in a straight line, and running in a straight line on the battlefield is simply looking for death.

Durranny didn't care so much, he took three steps and did two steps, and ran in front of the truck.

Some of the guerrillas had already dispersed, and a few others remained on the side of the truck, using the truck as cover to confront the shooter overhead.

"Unload the mortars from the truck." Durranny said, nimbly hopping into the car.

There are mortars on the truck! This discovery was made on the way here, Durranny was on the bumpy car, opened the box on it, and found something cylindrical inside, knowing that this thing was a mortar.

How to use this mortar, Durrani didn't know, Durranny would have used a gun, and he wasn't very proficient in using it, so he learned to shoot a bazooka, and as a result, he flew last time, and this mortar was a new thing for him, and he didn't know how to use it at all.

Although Durranny doesn't know how to use it, he knows that the instructor has great powers, and even tank shells will turn into powerful roadside bombs, and operating this mortar will definitely be a piece of cake.

The truck was closest to the machine-gun position in Mhammad, and, judging from the sound of gunfire, there were no more than two shooters at the top of the post, and the shooter's main attention was on the machine-gun position, so he didn't see Durrani carrying something out of the car, from the dismantled box.

Herman, another guerrilla, followed Durranney and carried out a box containing shells, and the two men ran towards the machine-gun bunker as they listened to the bullets above their heads firing in the other direction.

"Be careful!" Mhammad saw the two men running over with their things on their shoulders and feared for their safety.

Sure enough, the shooter above his head noticed the difference in the whereabouts of the two here, and suddenly turned the muzzle of the gun.

There was no time to hesitate, and the machine gun in Mhammad's hand once again spat out tongues of fire and fired towards the top of the outpost.

Although it is a dead end, and your own bullets can't reach there, this shot can also force the other party to give up shooting temporarily.

"Bang la-la

Suddenly, a voice came into Mhammad's ears, and then, the machine gun in his hand, became dumb.

Oops, it's stuck! Since there was no one to hold the bullet chain just now, this damn machine gun went wrong at the most critical time.

"Suddenly, suddenly." A few bullets came in, and Mhammad saw Durrani fall.

At the last moment of his fall, Durranny threw the mortar he was carrying hard.

Herman was lucky enough to carry the box where the shells were placed, got into the machine-gun bunker, and sat down, avoiding the blow of the bullet.

Although Durrani fell, however, Mhammad did not hesitate at all, mourning his comrades, that was after the battle, and now, the most important thing is to take off the sentry post!

"Quick, open the box and take out the shells." Mhammad said as he lifted up the mortar that Durrani had thrown at him.

Mhammad was a little crying and laughing.

What Durranny threw at was just the barrel of a mortar.

Just looking at the barrel, Mhammad can also know that this is the most common type 82 mortar of the Soviet infantry of the M1937 caliber.

The Soviets have always been artillery, and even in the infantry, they are equipped with a large number of mortars, so it is not surprising that this truck carries mortars.

There are no innovations in the technology of mortars, except for the difference in caliber. So, this mortar, from the time of World War II, has been in service until now.

This 82 mm caliber mortar is enough to hit three kilometers away, and the firing range is sufficient, and there is no problem in dealing with the outpost overhead.

It's just that this military blind Durani is just a cannon barrel that he carried over!

Mortars, not with a barrel, but also with other attachments. However, this kind of mortar weighs more than 100 pounds, and Durranny can't carry it alone.

According to the establishment, generally an artillery mortar squad has two guns, one gun and five people, one person carries the gun, one person carries the gun mount, one person carries the bottom plate, and then two people carry the ammunition. After entering the position, pick a strong place, simply level it, and then place the bottom plate well, and the hammer is solid; Then connect the barrel to the bottom plate, one person holds the barrel, and the other installs the gun carriage and sight. After the installation is completed, it is time to shoot, one person is responsible for observing and commanding, one person is responsible for aiming and adjusting the firing range, one person is responsible for loading ammunition, one person is responsible for handing ammunition, and one person is responsible for opening the ammunition box.

Now, this Durrani just opened the box with the mortar barrel and thought it was a mortar, but as everyone knows, without a gun carriage and a bottom plate, this gun cannot be used.

These people still have to be well trained.

If it were put on someone else, this mortar would really not work, but fortunately, Mhammad has a trick.

At this time, the sentry post above their heads, pressing them to not raise their heads, rushing hard, there will definitely be casualties, if they don't rush, then with the passage of time, if the Soviets who are reinforced come, they will have to go around without food.

Underneath this machine-gun position was a huge granite stone, absolutely sturdy, and Mhammad raised the barrel of the gun at an angle to the ground, aiming at the sentry post where it was still firing.

A qiē is all based on experience, and Mhammad's hands at this time carry too much hope.

"Shoot the shells." Mhammad said.

Herman had already opened the gun box at this time, grabbed a shell, and followed the barrel of the cannonball, and was about to let go of the shell.

"Wait, put on the fuse!" Mhammad said.

Just now, Mhammad's attention was on how to aim, completely based on experience, or with his hands, this is actually the first time for him.

As a result, after aiming, I saw the shell in Herman's hand, and the top of the warhead was still empty.

Fuse? Hearing what Mhammad said, Herman remembered that he had just opened the shell box and a few gadgets, and suddenly realized.

Fortunately, a few days ago, Mhammad taught them to dismantle the shells, and this thing is much the same.

Herman hurriedly put the shell back on the ground, took the fuse from the box, and spun it on.

"Put." Mhammad said.

As soon as Herman's hand was released, the shell slipped into the barrel.

These were the most critical seconds, and Mhammad maintained the elevation angle of the barrel just now, and his two arms were as steady as Mount Tai.

He seemed to be able to feel that after the cannonball entered the barrel, it slipped down like a child on a slide, and it almost didn't take a second to reach the bottom, and at this time, Chrysanthemum ached. The bottom of it slammed heavily into the firing pin at the bottom of the barrel. At this impact, the shell suddenly lost its temper, the primer was fired, and the tail of the shell was fired, and it began to burn violently. Mhammad could almost feel the barrel swell. Then, a "boom" was heard, and the shell had already flown out of the mouth of the barrel. Although Mhammad was prepared, the moment the cannonball came out, the air flow still made him feel like a boat in a storm, and he was almost overturned to the ground, and the roar of the cannon ejection made his ears tinnitus all the time, and he could hardly hear Herman's voice next to him.

In his previous life, although he also fired mortars like this, the maximum caliber did not exceed 60 mm, and now this 82 mm caliber mortar, firing like this, is a great risk.

With Mhammad's expectations, flew over.