Several partisans, at last, climbed very close to the tank, and then, suddenly, lit the bottle in their hands, and immediately threw it out.

For partisans, the simplest weapon that can be homemade against tanks is Molotov cocktails!

The outside of the bottle, wrapped in rags, ignited the rags, threw over, the bottle smashed on the top of the tank, smashed open, and the gasoline inside, it followed, and it burned.

Just as they stretched out their hands to throw, a tank behind them spotted them, and suddenly, a shuttle of bullets strafed them.

They immediately climbed down and covered their heads, but they were still hit.

If you want to throw accurately, it's not that simple, most of the bottles thrown out fell to the ground, and one of them smashed into the turret, and then, on the turret, ignited a fire.

It worked! The partisans in the back, very excited, expecting the tankmen inside, hurriedly opened the lid and escaped.

However, the tank, still moving backwards, seemed to be playing with a torch.

This time, they paid a lot of sacrifices, nearly twenty people died one after another, and they didn't even destroy a tank of the Soviets!

The sniper, the leader of the guerrilla detachment, Hevaja Odia, who was two hundred meters away, stood up angrily, looked at the four tanks calmly retreating, and from time to time they were still firing with machine guns, eager to throw away the SVD rifles in their hands.

"Captain, the Soviets are running away!" Said one of the team members.

They all saw that the four Soviet tanks were about to exit the valley, and after exiting, the tanks would turn into powerful killer machines again.

"There are two tanks in front, let's go capture the prisoners!" Another member of the team said.

In any case, now there are two Soviets tanks, both of which have not moved, which is a good result.

It's a pity, if you really talk about it, these two tanks were not fought by them, and there were people in ambush there, and the leading tank was blown up.

Who are the people there?

The four tanks in the back, they can't deal with it, but one of the two abandoned tanks has a mechanical failure, and the tanker must still be inside.

Pull the tanker out there! Go back and sacrifice your dead companions! There was a hint of frenzy in Hewaja's eyes.

"The company commander, those guerrillas, ran to 404." The artillery commander beside him, reported to Belikov.

In that tank, there were four tankers, and just now, Belikov had called for support, but the support would not come immediately. Now, those tankmen are at risk of being captured by this damned group of guerrillas at any moment.

"Grenade, ready to shoot." Belikov gave the order.

Now, having retreated far enough, their own tank guns can finally reach there without raising such a high elevation angle, and those partisans are exactly within the range of their tank guns.

Let these guerrillas taste the true power of tanks!

Following Belikov's order, the loader on the side stuffed an oФ-18 tail stabilized dìng grenade into the chamber and covered the back cover.

The T-62 could carry forty shells, and normally, only seventeen grenades, but now it was on the task of clearing the guerrillas, so most of the grenades were carried.

"Target, 348, azimuth, 102, elevation angle 15, one grenade." Belikov shouted.

At this moment, Belikov suddenly heard a peculiar sound from outside the turret of his tank, which was almost inaudible, hidden in the rumbling roar of the engine.

However, he still heard it very clearly, and suddenly, his teeth began to tremble, and a terrible possibility filled his mind.

Damn rockets again! He knew that this sound was the sound of rockets hitting the turret, so the next moment, it was the heat flow of metal pouring into the turret, and his own tank would be killed.

I waited for a second in fear, but I didn't feel the powerful heat flow.

"Full speed back, back to safety, to Area Three." Belikov, who escaped death, couldn't take care of the people in the 404 tank at this time, his own company, a total of seven tanks, one lost contact, two were destroyed, this battle damage, is already very amazing, bringing these tanks back intact, it is already a great achievement.

The four tanks, throttle up, exited the valley, turned around in the open area, and fled in shame towards the rear.

Durranny watched the tanks that ran away, and wanted to give himself two slaps, why didn't he knock out the tank when the rockets had already hit?

Unbeknownst to him, he had not screwed the fuse of the rocket.

The battle here is temporarily over, Muhammad walked out of his hiding place, on the other side of the valley, Durrani did not succeed, it seems that this subordinate still needs to train.

This time, the killing of two more Soviets tanks is also a big gain.

At this time, the partisans had already run over, and the two destroyed tanks here made them very interested.

"All-God forbid, damn Soviets, two tanks were killed by our great Afghans." At this moment, a hearty voice came: "My name is Hwaja Odia and I am the leader of this guerrilla detachment. ”

Following the sound, I saw that the man was holding a long rifle with a scope on it, and a square hole in the butt at the back.

It seems that this person used a sniper rifle to kill a tankman who operated an anti-aircraft machine gun, and let those tankmen get back into the turret, and this person also played a big role in today's battle. Otherwise, the anti-aircraft machine gun could have beaten the partisans into corpses. Moreover, if the Soviets hadn't fled in a hurry, they would not have succeeded lightly.

Heroes cherish heroes, Mhammad looked at this man and said: "Yes, God willing, our heroic Afghan guerrillas are invincible!" My name is Mhammad Kamaran, and I am glad to meet you, you fought bravely just now. ”

"Just now, you were the only one who killed these two tanks?" Hewaja looked at Mhammad, and there was no one else around, and couldn't help but ask.

"No, there's another one, on the other side." At this time, the Durani was carrying a bazooka and running towards this side, said Mahmad.

Soon, Durranny came over, with a guilty face: "Report to the instructor, the rocket I just fired has hit the opponent's tank, but it has not destroyed the opponent's tank." ”

Instructor? Looking at Mhammad, Hewaja was a little curious: "Excuse me, where did Your Excellency come from?" ”

"Pakistan, though, it's a secret." Mhammad has a special identity, originally, he can't reveal his identity, but now that he sees this guerrilla force, Mhammad has the idea of subduing them, otherwise, only himself and Durrani are left, and it is difficult to pull up a new team, so it is better to pull this ready-made guerrilla team over. So, he leaked his identity.

"No wonder, these weapons of yours were also transported from there, right?" Hewaja asked, "But, how come there are only two of you?" What about the others? ”

"Yesterday, we had more than forty people." "However, during the day today, we were besieged by the Soviets and the base was destroyed, leaving only me and the instructor," Durrani said. ”

Besieged by the Soviets? And what about the siege? According to this Mhammad's tactics, I'm afraid it should be the Soviets who died. The Soviets must have come in large numbers, and they were outnumbered. Hewaja quickly convinced himself.

Muhammad nodded, and was about to say a few more words, when he suddenly said, "No, we have to hurry up, otherwise, it will be too late." ”

"Why?" Hewaja asked.

Mhammad didn't speak, pointing to the sky above him.

With the loss of so many tanks, the garrison of Jalalabad must be very shocked, and it won't be long before the Hind, which is full of weapons, will definitely fly over.

If you don't run now, after a while, it will be time to be cleaned up by the hind.

Now, still in the early days of the war in Afghanistan, tanks are not suitable for these mountainous environments at all, especially, this time the Soviets made a very strict mistake, their tanks, not guarded by infantry, otherwise, it would definitely not be the result it is now.

However, the Soviets do not make mistakes all the time, and for the partisans, if they are caught by the hinds, they will definitely suffer heavy casualties.

Even if there were no hinds, the four escaped tanks would come with a large squad of Soviet infantry, and when the time came, their own side would be at a disadvantage.

"Okay, we'll retreat at once." Hewaja said.

After speaking, he looked in the distance, his own people, holding two prisoners in the tank, one of whom was still carrying a machine gun that had just been removed from the turret, and was elated.

These fools, always doing something useless, picked up sesame seeds, lost watermelons, thought to himself.

"You two, would you like to retreat with us?" Hewaja asked.

Obviously, Khwaja has the same mind as Mhammad, and the two in front of him have personally killed four Soviet tanks, and such people are also what he needs.

"We have some important things to do before we go." Mhammad said.