"The slope is thirty-six .eight, the speed is two hundred and three, and the fixed number is jù." Mhammad shouted at Fahim.

At this time, Mhammad was already sitting in the aiming-firing man's seat, while Fahim was sitting in the sight-fixing hand seat on the side, Mhammad's eyes were firmly fixed on the anti-aircraft reflex sight with a light shield, and his right hand turned the steering machine, watching the reticle press quickly against the target.

When he saw Fahim staying motionless on the anti-aircraft artillery, Mhammad knew that this guy was so obsessed that he couldn't hear how he shouted, and at this time, the hind had already flown over, and it was already very difficult to take Fahim away, and there was only one way left.

With this anti-aircraft artillery, take out the helicopters of the Soviets!

Anti-aircraft artillery against helicopters, it sounds very correct, but it is still the helicopter side that has the advantage, after all, the helicopter has the advantage of high speed and active strike, while the anti-aircraft artillery can only defend passively, and it is the first time that Fahim has operated a complex sighting system.

It was too late for Mhammad to say anything, and when he jumped into his seat, Fahim saw Mhammad coming, and in his astonishment, he heard a roar, and realized that the Soviets' hind was flying.

Fahim jumped onto the seat on the right, and at the same time, as Mhammad commanded, quickly fixed the number jù and turned the knobs so that the dial pointed to the correct number jù.

Even Mhammad is not completely sure, last night to hit the ground target, the distance was very close, visual aiming is enough, and now, the helicopter that hits the sky must be without deviation.

At this point, Mhammad raced against the clock, when the direction had already turned. Without hesitation, he pressed the firing pedal.

"Tom, tom." As he stepped on the pedal, a puff of green smoke first came out of the muzzle, and with the green smoke, a ball of fire appeared, in front of the flame. Projectiles flew out.

At this moment, the hind on the opposite side had also spotted them, and the opponent's helicopter began to climb rapidly, and at the same time, the weapon operator began to make tense and orderly preparations.

The killing angle of this anti-aircraft gun is only two thousand meters, and as long as the hind flies out of the opponent's killing range, it can easily launch rockets outside the defense area, turning the place into a sea of fire.

Mhammad's eyes were glued to the sights. Watching the projectile fly up and explode far away from the hind, I couldn't help but be shocked.

Damn, the ZAP-23 vector sight of this anti-aircraft gun is not calibrated! As soon as Muhammad looked at the impact point, he knew that there was a big difference between this sight and the actual shell shooting point, and if he shot it like this, he would definitely not be able to hit it!

What to do? Mhammad looked up from his sights. Look at the actual point of detonation of the shell, below the opposing side. Muhammad immediately turned the high and low machine with his left hand, raised the elevation angle of the anti-aircraft gun, and continued to fire.

"Tom, tom." A few shells passed again, this time with a deviation in bearing!

Mhammad continued to turn the steering machine and followed. Shoot again.

"Tom, tom!" The ammunition in the 50-round cartridge box was running out, and if they couldn't hit the target, the two had no choice but to run away with their heads in their hands.

The pilot of the helicopter looked playfully at the anti-aircraft artillery below. The Afghan guerrillas, at most, use an RPG, and they can't operate this kind of anti-aircraft artillery skillfully at all.

The pilot hovered the plane, the weapon operator in front, pressed the launch button, and under the short wings on both sides, a puff of black smoke came out, and rockets were fired from the rocket launch nest one by one.

The last 23-mm shell, shot out of the muzzle, flew over with a bright arc.

While watching the shell fly over, the weapon operator opened his eyes wide and shouted to the pilot behind him: "Pull up, pull up!" ”

The two turboshaft engines overhead burst out with maximum power, the propellers rotated and accelerated, and the huge hind began to climb upwards.

"Boom!" At this time, the cannonball had already flown over and hit the top of the hind's head, and when it was still two meters away from the hind, the warhead exploded, and countless fragments instantly entered the engine overhead.

There was a tingling sound in the engine, and countless red indicators flashed on the dashboard in front of the pilot.

Engine failure! The female deaf, which lost power, fell from the sky as fast as a stone, and the fuselage began to rotate non-stop, and the propeller on top followed with the reverse rotation, slowing down the helicopter's fall, which was the only self-rescue measure of the helicopter before crashing, spin.

The two pilots let out a cry of horror, their bodies spinning with the helicopter, their brains completely dizzy.

"Boom!" The helicopter fell to the ground, and then, the engine on the top, burst into flames, and then, the fireball surrounded the entire helicopter... The engine ignited the fuel, which in turn ignited the weapon pylons on both sides.

It was too late for Mhammad to look at the results of the battle on the other side, and the dozen or so rockets were dragging tongues of fire and flying towards this side.

"Jump!" Mhammad shouted, knowing that it would not help, but that he had to fight.

Jumping down from the firing position, Mhammad's legs seemed to be filled with infinite strength, and he ran quickly towards the front, he was running in the direction of the rockets, Mhammad was gambling, betting on the advance of the Soviets when shooting.

"Boom, boom!" The rockets flew quickly, lifting the ground around the truck and sending dust everywhere.

"Instructor!" Hewaja, Lamal, Herman, Osama and the others ran quickly towards this side, and Osama ran the fastest, and at the same time, he was still complaining in his heart.

That fool-like Fahim, if he doesn't listen to the instructor's orders, he will die and die, and the instructor will go to save him! Is... If you don't know discipline and don't listen to orders on the battlefield, you should have been shot a long time ago.

The power of the explosion of these dozen rockets was so amazing that Mhammad's brain was a little dizzy, and he slowly opened his eyes and felt a little heavy in his body.

Who? Muhammad pushed away the person above him, sat up and looked, it turned out to be Fahim!

Fahim's face turned a little pale, looked at Mhammad on the side, and said, "Your Excellency Mhammad, it's great that you are not injured. ”

Mhammad wears an earthen tactical vest with titanium shields that can withstand direct 7.62mm bullets, and at most the legs and arms that are not covered are prone to injury, and these days of combat experience have proved that this set of protective equipment is very effective.

Even without Fahim's protection, Mhammad would be fine.

But... Fahim was visibly injured, his face was a little pale, and blood was constantly pouring out of his back.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, Your Excellency." By this time, the partisans were already running in one after another.

"Quick, leave with Fahim." Mhammad said.

Hastily made a stretcher, the partisans carried Fahim and ran quickly towards the rugged mountain road.

Ten minutes later, another hind appeared, and this female deer only saw its crashed companion, as well as the anti-aircraft artillery truck covered by rockets, the truck and the anti-aircraft artillery, all of which had been completely destroyed.

And what about the guerrillas? Where are the partisans? The hind circled around the battlefield and began to search.

On the rugged mountain road, the guerrillas were running fast, and Fahim, who was on the stretcher, felt his eyelids grow heavier and heavier.

"Fahim, don't sleep!" "Think of our unfinished business! Hold on! ”

Many times, once the wounded have fallen asleep, they can no longer open their eyes.

Fahim's injuries were severe, and Muhammad knew that there was nothing he could do about it after a simple glance, and that he could use a bayonet to pick out a warhead and operate on himself, but he could not do the same for Fahim.

Fahim suffered four shrapnel in his back, one of which was very close to the main artery, and Muhammad was not sure, moreover, these wounds needed to be cleaned and sutured, and Mhammad could not do so much for the time being.

The first priority is to find a doctor, a doctor who can do the surgery! Mhammad's brain was wondering where to find a doctor for Fahim.

In the mountains of Afghanistan, in the poor countryside, in those small villages, there are no doctors at all, so you can only go to big places, and it seems that you have to find a way from those towns.

There are several larger towns in the Panjshir Valley, namely Ruha, Astana and Zenia. Among them, the town of Ruha is the largest, and it is also the headquarters of the Soviets, and they have just knocked out the other party's headquarters, and the defense there is very tight, and they can no longer run into a wall, so they can only find a way from the two towns of Astana and Zenia.

The closest to here should be Astana, just go to Astana!

"Fahim, hold on, I'll save you." Mhammad said.

"No, Lord Mhammad, I'm going to see Allah the Almighty, and I'll be up there, watching you continue to fight the Soviets until they are driven out. Don't risk it for me anymore. Fahim said.

"No, we will not give up on any of our comrades." "If you survive, you can fight more Soviets," Mhammad said. ”

The mountain road was rugged, and after crossing a path that could barely accommodate one person, the partisans came to a cave.

This is a foothold of the guerrillas, which is open on all sides, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and after coming here, they can advance and retreat freely.

Placing Fahim on the ground, Fahim's face became even paler, and although the wound had been simply bandaged, the blood was still flowing.

Mhammad's face was solemn, and it was urgent to find a doctor for Fahim.

"Hewaja, Osama, come with me, and the rest of you stay here." Mhammad said calmly.

"Your Excellency Mhammad, where are you going?" Fahim asked in a low voice.

"Find a doctor." "You won't die," Mhammad said. (To be continued......)