From the corpse of the Soviet soldier on the ground, Mhammad took off a hat and put it on his head, and the original rag, was thrown aside. Then, on Kamaz, he smashed the crumbling bulletproof glass in front of him with a hard smash with the butt of his gun, and the broken glass slag fell to the ground.

Although it is bulletproof glass, it can block bullets, but this glass will not be intact after blocking bullets, it will break at any time, and now, under the hard poke of the butt, the chrysanthemum is shattered all over the ground.

Mhammad only cleared out a piece of the glass in front of him, so that he could see the road in front of him, and the glass on the other side was still full of cracks, and he couldn't see anything.

"Quick, get in the car!" Looking at the guerrillas behind him, Mhammad said.

Now, time is precious.

The partisans scrambled to get into the cars, most of them sitting in the back, covered with grass-green military canvas sheds, into which they could not see anything at all from the outside.

Before they could see what was in the car, the engine roared and KAMAZ started.

With his hands on the steering wheel, Mhammad slammed on the accelerator and roared the engine, then released the throttle and pushed the gear lever forward with his right hand.

"Click, bang." I heard a shout of joy from inside the gearbox, and the gear increased.

"You didn't step on the clutch?" Hewaja, who was in the passenger seat, said.

After failing to snipe, Hewaja ran with his gun in his arms, and finally got into the car before the truck was about to start.

Ten people were left on the battlefield to clean up the battlefield and take back the spoils, and the rest of the twenty people got into the car, and this time, they were going to finish off the outpost.

This is a very important step in the plan of Mhammad, and their main purpose this time is to hit the outpost, but before the outpost, it is the team that will hit first.

Moreover, it was of the utmost importance to hijack a car from the convoy, because so that they could rush into the outpost with ease!

In such a battle, Hewaja will definitely not be less than his own participation. Now, sitting in the passenger seat of the cab, Hewaja watched Mhammad's actions and immediately felt curiosity.

At this time, with the roar of the engine, and then, with the roaring gap, a new gear was hung, and this time, there was no clutch?

Instead of answering Khwaja's words, Mhammad asked rhetorically: "Can you drive a truck?" ”

If he knew that others would drive, Mhammad would not be so self-motivated, after all, in this position, which is the most vulnerable position to be shot, the bulletproof glass in front has been broken by himself, otherwise he can't see the road.

Many of these guerrillas are from mountain tribes, some of whom have never been into the city, and if you want to drive a horse, a donkey, or something like that, they are good at it, and when it comes to driving a truck, many of them must not know how to drive a truck.

Unexpectedly, this Khwaja would.

Hearing Mhammad's questioning, Khwaja said: "In the past, I worked in a factory in Jalalabad, and there were trucks there, and I drove quietly. ”

In a factory? Hearing this, Mhammad was a little emotional.

In fact, before the outbreak of war in Afghanistan, some basic industries had been established, and the whole country, although it had only been in contact with the whole world for a short time, had become civilized and open, and if it continued to develop like this, perhaps it would also become a rich industrial country.

Unfortunately, the invasion of the Soviets plunged Afghanistan into a complete war, and the Soviets left, but the war in Afghanistan continued. In later generations, the Taliban seized power, and people thought that the country would get back on track, but they did not expect that the Taliban would abandon all their previous promises and try in vain to establish a fundamentalist state.

Although he only fought two wars, Mhammad felt that he had integrated into this era, this country, and now that he was here, could he allow Afghanistan to repeat the old ways?

No, absolutely not!

The road in front of Mhammad became clear again, and it was far, far away.

"Is this still a secret?" At this time, Hewaja on the side said again.

Mhammad could hear it clearly, and he hadn't answered the question he had just asked.

"It's simple, practice makes perfect." Mhammad said, "When I go back this time, I'll teach you." ”

You don't need a clutch to shift gears, and the throttle is well coordinated, this skill, many professional truck drivers in the big eastern countries, can. Mhammad had been exposed to such techniques in his previous training.

The engine continued to roar, and Kamath got closer and closer to the outpost.

From the broken glass, Mhammad saw the post in front, built on the side of the road, just on a high ground, overlooking the surroundings, around the outpost, there were three machine-gun positions, which perfectly protected the outpost, and if a guerrilla came to sneak attack, no matter from anywhere, it would be covered by a rain of machine-gun bullets.

There must have been a generator in the outpost, and above that outpost, there was a large searchlight.

Although he now has this truck and can approach the post quietly, it has really passed, because these guerrillas have not undergone rigorous training and have not assigned targets in advance, so if they continue like this, there will still be casualties.

What to do?

Looking at the roadblock ahead, Mhammad slowed down the truck.

The truck was a supply truck of the Soviets, so there was hardly any need for Mhammad to speak, and as soon as the truck arrived, two soldiers from the outpost came out to remove the barricade.

"Quick, let the platoon commander gather his troops and go to the rescue on the mountain road in front, our convoy is surrounded by a group of guerrillas." Mhammad poked his head out of the window, his hat stained with blood, and the blood on the window, and anyone could tell that this was a man who had barely escaped from death.

Mhammad's words were very fluent and hurried, and the two soldiers did not hesitate to remove the barricades and ran towards the post behind.

In fact, they also faintly heard the two explosions in the distance, but there was no order from above, they stayed in this outpost and could not move.

Now, hearing Mhammad's words, soon, a loud whistle came from the outpost, and with this sound, all the soldiers, ran from where they were.

First assemble in the open field, the platoon commander will give a brief lecture, and then, riding in the two cars in the outpost, they can quickly go to support.

Seeing the soldiers gathering in a hurry, Muhammad smiled and at the same time, stepped on the accelerator under his feet.

"Buzz, buzz." The KAMAZ rushed over like crazy, and the Soviet soldiers, for some reason, saw the truck and spat out tongues of fire.

Everywhere the tongue of fire went, there was a scream of death.

In the cab in front and in the carport behind, tongues of fire are rising.

"They are guerrillas! Kill them! "The platoon commander who was guarding here hid behind an oil drum and saw the people behind the truck, who were not dressed as their own people at all, but as local natives.

These guerrillas, pretending to be their own people, came to sneak attack! This made the platoon commander very angry, and the open space was already full of corpses, and nearly twenty people fell in pools of blood, and then, they were run over by the shameful Kamath.

The platoon commander's words seemed to attract the attention of the guerrillas, and as soon as he lowered his head, he heard a bang, a bullet hit the oil drum, and sparks flew wildly.

"Crunch." The car finally stopped, the door opened, and Mhammad jumped out first, holding an AKM in his hand, and rushed towards the nearest machine-gun position.

Due to the whistle of the assembly just now, the machine gunners in this machine gun position also ran over to listen to the order, so this machine gun position was temporarily vacant.

The machine guns here are the greatest threat to the partisans.

A Soviet soldier was also running here, and it seems that this soldier also knew that it was the most suitable choice to use this machine gun against the partisans.

"Bulging." The AKM in Mhammad's hand spat out a tongue of fire, and the Soviet soldier in front of him fell to the ground.

Three steps and doing two, Mahmad jumped into the bunker of the machine-gun position,

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DSHM heavy machine gun! As soon as Mhammad saw it, he couldn't put it down.

Although this heavy machine gun was actually available in World War II, the 12.7 mm bullet is strong enough to penetrate the weak armor of the BMP infantry fighting vehicle, and it can also be used as an anti-aircraft weapon if the tripod is raised. Although it can't penetrate the armor of the Mi-24, it can still beat the Mi-24 down after hitting the fatal part of the Mi-24.

This machine gun, which was in service in later generations until the disintegration of Russia, was not decommissioned.

The only drawback is that the machine gun is too heavy.

Behind Mhammad, Durrani followed closely and jumped into the machine-gun position.

"Quick, move this machine gun over." Mhammad said.

Durrani understood, and together with Mhammad, they lifted the machine gun over.

Turning the muzzle of the gun, before Muhammad could fire, he saw a tongue of fire spit out from the machine-gun position in the other corner.

They opened fire on the partisans, and one of the partisans was unable to dodge and was hit instantly.

The 12.7 mm bullet hit the person's body, and immediately a large hole was created, and the guerrilla fell to the ground without even screaming.

"Holy shit, fuck your mother." Mhammad shouted, and with a flick of the trigger in his hand, his heavy machine gun spat out tongues of fire.

Durani, who was holding the bullet chain on the side, didn't know what the instructor was saying, not Russian, not Pashto, but like the language of some Eastern country.

Just now what Mhammad said was a national curse.

In his desperation, Mhammad still picked up the most pleasant words, and as he spoke, the bullets poured down towards the machine-gun position.

Suddenly, as if electrocuted, the person on the opposite side shook his body a few times, blood flowed onto the cold machine gun, and he fell on the bunker. PS: Thank you for the tip! Thank you for your votes!