To fight a war is to kill people, and Mhammad asked Herman and two other partisans to shell the helicopter base of the Soviets, and only one shell was fired, and then, even the mortars were gone, and they immediately ran away, even so, they were in great danger, and the mountain road more than ten kilometers away from the mountains here would become their place of death at any time.

However, Mhammad had to do this, and only then could he give him a chance to enter the airfield and blow up the helicopters, and Mhammad was also in great danger that they would be strangled to death by the furious Soviets at any moment.

Mhammad seized the only gap, and no one paid attention to them, and the infantry went out in pursuit, leaving only the ground crew, still nervously repairing the helicopter.

On one side of the tarmac, there was a hind on standby, and the two pilots quickly rushed out of the rest room at the base and rushed towards their own helicopter.

Take out the guerrillas! If you dare to sneak attack your own helicopter base, you are simply looking for death! The two pilots rushed to the plane, stepped on the gangway, stepped into the cabin, and quickly covered the hatch.

The ground crew moved the ladder, and the two kept flipping the electric door, and the engine overhead emitted a characteristic roar, and the helicopter was started, and the rotors rotated with it, ready to rise from the ground at any time.

"Three o'clock, Khwaja, fire!" Mhammad shouted.

"Understood." Hevaja also saw the helicopter that was starting, and the muzzle of the gun had already turned.

At this moment, the ground crew finally found out that there was something wrong with the armored car, and instead of going out to pursue the guerrillas, they drove into the tarmac, and besides, the turret was still turning!

"Stop him!" A ground crew shouted, reaching for an AK-74U rifle next to him.

"Boom!" At this moment, the 73-mm gun on the roof of the armored car, a burst of flame came out of the muzzle, and a shell flew out.

"Pull it up." The weapons operator in the front compartment shouted, and when he heard the sound of the cannonball, he knew it must be coming at him.

Mortars are just decoys, real killers, this infantry fighting vehicle!

As long as the helicopter flies, killing this infantry fighting vehicle is as easy as crushing an ant.

The pilot in the rear cabin naturally knew that this was the most urgent time, and he pulled the total moment throttle lever sharply, and the engine above his head burst out with maximum power, and with a sharp whistle, the helicopter rose from the ground.

"Boom!" The shells exploded directly under the helicopter, and countless shrapnel scattered with the explosion, and suddenly, the helicopter, which had just flown up, fell heavily to the ground again.

"Boom!" The hind ignited a fire, just a shrapnel, hit its oil pipe, aviation kerosene leaked, and immediately exploded, when the fire burned to the short wings on both sides, the weapon was ignited, and there was a series of explosions.

Refreshing! I've been chased by this thing and hidden, and I've almost been killed a few times, and now, it's so refreshing to shoot down such a helicopter with my own hands!

At this moment, Hewaja is full of admiration for Mhammad, who is simply a natural combat leader, and the best gift that Allah has brought to the Afghan warriors!

Another shell has been stuffed into the chamber, this is the best chance, we must hurry!

"Boom!" Another one was hit, and at close range, the 73-mm howitzer was very easy to aim, moreover, the fire was strong, and the air flow from the explosion was even felt inside the armored car.

"Da-da, da-da-da." At this moment, gunshots rang out from both sides, and the ground crews who remained at the base, although their main task was to repair aircraft, were also combat-capable, and when they took up arms, they were also fighters.

Unfortunately, they used 5.45 caliber AK-74 rifles, and the bullets simply could not penetrate the armor of the BMP infantry fighting vehicle.

"Hit!" Without the orders of Mhammad, the guerrillas in the cockpit in the back, through the firing holes on both sides of the guò, shot outside.

Bullets poured out of the bullet holes, and the ground crews outside soon fell in large pieces, and they hurried to find cover to take refuge.

"Boom!" Another cannon rang out, and another helicopter was blown up.

"Quick! What about RPGs? With RPG! Mhammad shouted into the rear cabin.

In addition to the 73-mm howitzer, this infantry fighting vehicle of the USSR, which also had a bazooka in the aft compartment, had to open the hatch and poke out to shoot.

Now, those ground crews are temporarily suppressed, and the Soviet soldiers who went out to chase are hurrying back, especially the two tanks, which are accelerating back, leaving little time for Mhammad.

As soon as Durrani bent down, picked up the RPG bazooka from the cabin, opened the hatch, and was just about to get out, a row of bullets hit the hatch and crackled.

The guerrillas below immediately returned fire with bullets, suppressing the opposite point of fire, and Durranny gritted his teeth and got out of the hatch.

Durranny didn't aim at the helicopter on the tarmac, he saw a machine-gun emplacement a few dozen meters ahead, and at this time, the large-caliber machine gun was turning around and was about to fire at them.

The armored car could not block the fire of the large-caliber machine gun, and if the opponent fired, all of them would be killed in the armored car, and Durranny was already a machine gunner, so he was too familiar with this.

He pulled the RPG out from underneath and carried it on his shoulder, at this time, the armored car was still galloping, he remembered the instructor's teachings during training, looked for the amount in advance, visually measured the distance, calculated the time the warhead flew over, and then, holding his breath, calmly pulled the trigger.

"Bang." A puff of fire came out of the tail, and rocket-boosted grenades flew out of the front and slammed into the opposite machine-gun position.

At this time, the machine gun on the opposite side also opened fire.

"Da Da Da, Da ...", a large-caliber bullet, as long as one shot, can kill Duranney, as soon as he lowered his head, he only felt the bullet with a hot stream, flying over his scalp, hot on the top of his head, blood flowed down.

"Boom!" , the whole machine gun array was in flames, and the heavy machine gun was also blown away.

Hit! Durrani was overjoyed.

"Boom!" At this moment, near the armored car, a shell whistled, and a fragment bounced onto the shield, and Durranny lowered his head and flashed into the cockpit, almost having his head cut off.

In just a few minutes, the Soviets' tanks were back in action, and the first grenade exploded near the armored vehicle.

Once the shell was stuffed into the chamber, it was not easy to withdraw again, it had to be fired, and just now the tank went to pursue several fleeing partisans, naturally shooting with grenades, but unfortunately the grenade had not yet been fired, so it hurried back and at the same time carried out an artillery bombardment of this armored car.

After the grenade is shot, the armor-piercing shell is stuffed into the barrel, and the accuracy of the armor-piercing shell is much higher than that of the grenade, and this shot will definitely not miss the target!

Mhammad also knew that now was the most dangerous time, and he stepped on the accelerator under his feet, and the armored car rumbled and drove fast, straight towards a hind.

This is a hind that is refueling and hanging ammunition, and when Mhammad's armored car rushes up, the ground crew next to it immediately joins the battle, and the fuel hose for refueling is not unplugged.

"Squeak." Mhammad slammed on the brakes and shouted to those behind: "Get out of the car, get on the plane!" ”

Get on a plane? When he heard this, Hewaja almost thought that Mhammad was talking in his sleep, driving an armored car, and it was possible to rush out from here and get on the plane? Aren't you waiting here to die?

Mhammad didn't have time to explain, he opened the front hatch, stood on top of the turret, and as soon as he rolled over, he got into the cockpit in front.

Flying a plane? Is this the rhythm of flying a plane? Hewaja knew that Muhammad had a lot of skills, but he didn't expect that he would even be able to fly a helicopter!

Seeing Mhammad sitting in the cockpit, the rest of the people no longer hesitated and jumped into the cockpit behind them together.

The Hind is a special gunship, the Western Armed Helicopter can only accommodate two flight personnel, and the Hind, there is a wide cabin in the back, which can carry a squad of infantry, the advantage is that it can carry the infantry to the battlefield, put down the infantry at any time, and fight together, the disadvantage is that the projection area on the side is too large, and the probability of being hit is greatly increased, so the successor of the Hind, whether it is the Ka-52 or the Mi-28, no longer has an infantry cockpit.

Driving a vehicle, perhaps, with simple training, even if it is an armored vehicle, is also a bypass, but helicopters are different.

A qualified pilot has to go through the study of basic knowledge, various flight theories, and various equipment of the aircraft, and it will take one to two years, and then, after entering the simulation cabin training, after enough hours, he is allowed to follow the flight until he flies solo, which is a long process, and it is a miracle to be able to fly solo in three years. After that, according to the helicopter he flies, he will have to conduct special training, get out of the army, and fly for another two years before he can become a qualified pilot.

This is also a step in the training of pilots in the armies of all countries, and if they had been trained exactly according to this routine, Mhammad would not have operated a helicopter at all.

As a special forces, there are special armed helicopter gunships, and their chances of operating the helicopter are very small, and they do not need to master all kinds of theoretical knowledge, as long as they know how to move the electric door, how to operate these few operating sticks and the rudder under their feet.

No matter what kind of electric door he had, except for the weapon, he pushed it all up, and then pushed the biggest electric door forward, and sure enough, the engine at the top roared, and the propeller rotated with it.

Follow, that is, to lift the total torque of the throttle, to be light, to be light! Mhammad thought as he pulled the left side of the throttle lever.

Suddenly, the huge female deer shook and swayed from side to side.