Chapter Seventy-Five: A Sniper

The cold wind was blowing, and although the heavy snow had stopped for three days, the snow on the ground was still being blown up by the wind and swirling in the air.

Winters in Afghanistan are unusually cold, and on the back side of the mountains, where the sun is not visible, the snow is even up to three meters deep.

Stepping on the thick snow, more than a dozen people walked one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Almost all of them were from Chadam village, many of them were food carriers, and when the Soviets dropped bombs on their village, their mood could no longer be calm.

The brave instructor saved the people of their village, but he himself was poisoned and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

Although the Tajiks are poor, and although they are usually quiet and do not want to associate with foreigners, they are all righteous people.

Mhammad is their benefactor, and now the life and death of the benefactor are unknown, and they want revenge!

There were only two or three people, carrying an Eiffel MKIII rifle with a bullet bag diagonally on their bodies, this old-fashioned rifle was already their very powerful weapon, and the rest of the people, some even holding only a hatchet, but the wolf-like momentum offset the disadvantage of their weapons.

In addition to their own weapons, each of them also carried a rocket, which was their biggest reliance on this counterattack, it is said that this thing is very powerful, and their dozen rockets can completely destroy the Bagram base!

Lamel, Osama, and Durrani were in the front, two of them holding AKM rifles, while Durrani was carrying an RPK light machine gun, and if it weren't for the difficulty of the mountain road, he would have planned to take the Type 54 heavy machine gun from the guerrillas with him.

Osama's eyes were full of anger, the Soviets blatantly invaded Afghanistan, Osama came to Afghanistan with his blood, set up a service battalion, helped the Afghan guerrillas, resisted the invasion of the Soviets, and when he was rescued from the prison in Jalalabad, he had already identified Hammad as an instructor, followed him, and fought the Soviets together!

And now, Mhammad was killed by the Soviets' gas bombs, and when Osama heard the news, his chest was about to explode, and he pushed the 107 rocket launcher to find the Soviets desperately.

That timid Hewaja! The instructors are going to die, and they don't know how to seek revenge on the Soviets! Osama despised this guy, and Osama even thought that maybe Hewaja would be willing to watch the instructor die, and that he could regain command of the guerrilla force.

Hmph, where is it so easy! This force has been deeply branded by Mhammad, who is the spiritual leader among them.

It's a pity that those players obviously still obey Kawaja, and only Durrani came out with him.

Along the way, everyone was tired, and they came here completely by will.

In a leeward place, the group sat on the snow and ate the dry food they had brought with them.

"Lamal, how long are we going to go?" Osama asked Lamal that even Osama was unfamiliar with the mountainous area here.

"We've been walking for three days, and now the snow is too big and the road is difficult, so we have to walk for another day and a half to get there at the current pace." Lamal said: "Your Excellency Osama, can these rockets of ours kill the airport of the Soviets?" ”

"Of course, last time we were fired with these rockets, and the Soviets' airfield was blown up clean." "At that time, I was the one who launched it. ”

Speaking of which, Osama is very proud, he is a good rocket shooter.

"I can't wait to kill all these Soviets at once!" Durrani said: "Osama, when you get to the airport, don't kill all the Soviets, leave me a few, I'm going to kill them with my own hands!" ”

Several victories have made them a little fluttering, as if this is how they fight.

As he spoke, Durrani picked up his machine gun, which was heavy and full of bullets, and he was already imagining the scene when these bullets passed through the bodies of Soviet soldiers.

Just as Durranny was in a shooting pose, he suddenly saw a bright light flickering on the top of the hill on the side.

Originally, Durranny didn't feel anything, but when he remembered the instructor's usual training, he immediately reacted, and the light that appeared there was definitely not ordinary! That's the scope of a sniper rifle!

"Sniper!" Durranny shouted, and rolled to the side, he already saw a snowflake rising from the top of the opposite mountain, which was the air flow from the muzzle shot, blowing the surrounding snowflakes.

In combat, the Heavy poses the greatest threat and is the favorite target for the Sniper to take care of. As soon as Durranny turned over, a bullet hit the location where Durranny had just been, and there was a click, and the gunshots followed.

Durrani picked up the machine gun, like an agile cheetah, and ran quickly to avoid the bullets, and ran behind a rock a few meters away.

A few shots in a row hit the back of Duranney's feet, and the difference between life and death was only a few centimeters.

Durranny gasped, if there was only one sniper, then these people on their own side might still have a chance to win, but this shot represented the hostile side, except for the Soviets, there would be no second party!

Will the Soviets come with only one sniper? Of course not! They are coming, they are coming, they are coming, they are coming!

These Tajik boys are not partisans, they have not been on the battlefield, they are just villagers who have just taken up arms. The sudden gunfire frightened them, and they didn't know how to dodge, only to see the bullets chasing Duranney, and they didn't react until Duranny ran behind the rocks.

"Get out of the way!" Lamal reacted quickly, and then ducked behind the stone on the other side, and when he reached the rock, he realized that Osama had already taken refuge there.

Osama slowly poked his head out from behind the rocks with his gun in hand.

As soon as he poked his head out, Osama suddenly lowered his head sharply.

A bullet flew over Osama's head, and if Osama was slow for even a fraction of a second, his head would have been blown out at this time.

The other party is a master!

Osama didn't dare to look up.

Lamel didn't look up either, the opponent's shot just now was too accurate, it was a cunning sniper!

The two did not dare to move, and neither did Durranni, who was a few meters away, and at this moment, the sound of sniper rifle gunfire continued to echo in the valley.

"Da, da, da." Every shot will take a fresh life, and those Tajik boys have been killed one after another before they have time to pull out their scimitars and their Efield rifles before they can pull the bolt.

"Quick, lie down!" Durranny shouted.

Those lads were untrained, and in this case, they ran around in a panic and became a live target for the opposing snipers.

"Damn the Soviets!" Durrani suddenly pulled the RPK machine gun up from behind the rock where he was hiding, aimed at the position of the opposite sniper, and pulled the trigger.

"Da-da, da-da-da." The RPK machine gun erupted into bursts of fierce sounds, and one bullet after another flew to the top of the opposite hill.

Are snipers awesome? The instructor taught that there is another word in front of the sniper, which is called cannon fodder! Grandma's, deal with snipers, shell with shelling!

It's a pity that there is no artillery, then use machine guns to kill the opponent!

Watching Durrani erupt, Osama and Lamal also poked their heads out at the same time and pulled their triggers.

With the fire of three guns in burst, I don't believe that I can't do it as a sniper of the Soviets!

Since they were in the valley and the other was at the top of the mountain, all three had to raise their guns to aim at the top of the opposite mountain.

Durani's shoulders fluttered as the machine gun fired, and his eyes were aimed at the baseline, constantly staring at the top of the hill opposite.

At that moment, a black dot appeared in his eye, and the black dot was growing in size so dramatically that it completely occupied his pupils.

It's a flying bullet! Durranny seemed to be able to see the spinning bullet slicing through the air, with a sharp whistle, and the next moment, it could pass through Duranney's head.

Duranney's only option is to bow his head.

Then, there was a violent armor from the helmet, and Durranny felt the helmet carrying his head, pushing back, and his neck was almost pulled off, and his body fell backwards.

"Duranney!" Osama on the other side shouted, and he squatted down with agility and saw Durrani hit by a bullet and fell behind the rock.

"Ahh Ramal screamed and hid behind the rocks.

One of Lammele's ears was gone, and the root of the ear was covered with blood, and just now, he also tilted his head to look at Duranney, so he escaped and only had one ear knocked out.

The other side's snipers are too powerful! Lamal covered his ears and looked at the clearing around him.

The six brothers who had come with them had already fallen, and only five of them had taken refuge behind the rocks, two of them still wounded.

Durrani is also gone, Durani, who is the most trusted subordinate of Instructor Mhammad, has been fighting with the instructor, but I didn't expect it to be lost here!

Osama was also very depressed, and he put on a new magazine, trying to look up and shoot again, although he knew that this would definitely die, but he had to do it!

More than a dozen of them were pressed and beaten by a sniper, which is simply a shame!

Osama was about to lift himself up when he saw behind the rocks on that side, and Durrani slowly sat up.

Durranny is not dead?

Thanks to this helmet! Durrani remembered that after killing the Soviets last time, the instructor was very interested in the Soviets' helmets, and asked his own side to take away those helmets, and from then on, Durrani would wear this helmet every time he fought, although the weather is now very cold, and it is very uncomfortable to wear a helmet, and Durranny has not taken it off.

The bullet didn't hit the helmet, but the huge impact almost tore his neck, and he sat on the ground gasping for breath, this is the first time he has escaped death?

"Across, across." At this moment, on the other side of the valley, the sound of war horses running was heard.