The guerrilla fighters who had just jumped into the car immediately lowered their bodies and lay on the gang of the car, the military truck made by the Soviets was sturdy, and the body behind it was actually made of steel plates, which was not difficult to block the shooting of 5.54 mm bullets.

The bullet hit the body with a clanging sound and sparks flew up.

There were also bullets that hit the anti-aircraft guns, then changed direction and became scattered stray bullets.

Fahim felt a burning pain in his arm, he knew that he had hung the lottery, and at the same time, his arm still did not stop turning the steering machine, and the barrel of the 23mm anti-aircraft gun quickly turned to the side.

The Soviet soldiers were still shooting, but when they saw the barrel coming towards them, they all began to feel a little frightened, and just when they hesitated whether to continue shooting or retreat, the double-barreled 23mm anti-aircraft gun opened fire again.

"Tom, tom." A flash of fire from the muzzle of the cannon stood out in the darkness, and then tracer shells flew towards them.

When they saw the arc of the shells in the darkness, no one wanted to stay still and wait for death, they carried their guns, cats bent their waists, and fled in all directions.

"Boom!" It's a pity that they are already a step too late.

The first 23-mm shell landed accurately at their feet, and when the proximity fuse of the grenade detonated the warhead, the flying shrapnel immediately pierced the bodies of several Soviet fighters next to them.

They screamed and fell to the ground, and a second grenade flew to the side of one man.

"Boom!" There was another explosion, and the man's head disappeared immediately, and half of the upper part of his body was blown off, only two legs, which were still twitching.

"Boom. Boom! "Fahim, as he had just done, stepped on the firing pedal under his feet, turned the direction machine with his right hand, and the barrel slowly turned while firing.

The shells of anti-aircraft guns were mercilessly harvesting the lives of Soviet soldiers. At the same time, trucks are speeding away.

This is the center, countless Soviet soldiers, are rushing here, no matter how many Soviets are killed here, if you can't get out of the way, the mission will not be completed.

This operation is no longer a guerrilla war, but a special operation.

Mhammad stepped on the gas. Trucks sped fast through the narrow streets of the town of Ruha.

Turning the corner of the street, a man jumped from the roof of a nearby house, and Hewaja jumped directly onto the body of the truck, holding his sniper rifle.

"Reload the box." Mhammad in front shouted.

The anti-aircraft guns have just fired dozens of shells, and the ammunition must have been almost used up, and in the future, there may be another battle. This anti-aircraft gun is already an essential weapon for them to escape from here. Now in between battles, the most important thing is to change to a new magazine.

In the roar of the engine, Mhammad's voice was very clear, however, after hearing Mhammad's words, Fahim was at a loss.

Where is the cartridge box? Where is the cartridge box? Anti-aircraft guns in front of his eyes. It's just an iron lump, and you can't find a bullet box at all.

"Hevaja, come and drive!" Mhammad shouted.

Changing drivers on the march was almost impossible to do, and no Soviet soldiers were spotted left and right. Mhammad slammed on the brakes.

"Flutter!" With the sound of the air, the huge wheels stopped turning, and Mhammad jumped out of the cab and climbed onto the body as quickly as Hewaja slipped into the cab with ease.

"Whoa." Mhammad unloaded the cartridge box at the tail of the anti-aircraft gun, and sure enough, the shells inside were empty.

A new cartridge box was picked up from the floor of the carriage, and Mhammad quickly loaded it into the gun door.

The Type 85 anti-aircraft gun is completely copied from this Soviet product, and the magazine box is exactly the same, it is fifty rounds, the 23 mm caliber anti-aircraft gun is different from the anti-aircraft machine gun, its rate of fire is not very high, facing a target, from aiming and then shooting, it may be a dozen shells out, but the power of its shells is far more than 12.7 mm and 14.5 mm anti-aircraft machine guns. As long as there is one shell, which explodes near the enemy plane, it can knock the opponent down, and just hit a ground target, in fact, it only takes two or three shells to completely destroy it.

Seeing that Muhammad had changed the cartridge box on one side, Fahim got down from the firing position and did the same, and replaced it with the cartridge box on the other side.

Fahim's comprehension ability is very strong, just now Mhammad simply taught Fahim, he can use this anti-aircraft gun, shoot at the target, and now, Mhammad only demonstrated once, Fahim has learned how to load ammunition, this guy, born a warrior.

"Boom, boom." There was a violent vibration behind him, and Mhammad's eyes looked over, only to see a huge steel monster walking quickly on the corner of the street. The high barrel of the cannon turned in the direction of Mhammad's truck.

T-62 tank!

Tanks were set up as barricades at the street posts, and after discovering that a battle had broken out on this side, the tanks began to move towards the division headquarters, and as a result, finding that the division headquarters had become ruins, the tank crews, who were furious, chased them all the way.

Tanks followed! All of them were shocked.

If it was an infantry fighting vehicle, it could easily penetrate the opponent's armor with a 23-mm anti-aircraft gun, but it was a tank! Thick armor is not something that a 23-mm anti-aircraft gun can deal with, and the opponent's 115-mm smoothbore gun can send this anti-aircraft gun truck into the sky at any time!

The only advantage of anti-aircraft artillery trucks is speed.

Hevaja in front of him also knew that the situation was very critical, he stepped on the accelerator, the engine roared, and the huge truck, like a cheetah, shuttled back and forth through the narrow streets.

Two powerful arms, constantly twisting the steering wheel, the body of the car with the steering of the front wheels, a little swaying from side to side.

"Squeak, squeak...", with the screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground, the truck suddenly swerved and entered another street. The rear of the car collided with the wall on the side of the street, leaving a trail of marks.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang from behind, and the tank had already fired.

"Boom!" The shells exploded a few meters behind the truck, and the air currents almost lifted the truck, and everyone was lying under the compartment, protected by the railings of the compartment, from shrapnel.

"Quick, quick!" The partisans shouted incessantly.

In front, there were temporary barricades, steel wire, and wooden fences set up by the Soviets, trying to stop the truck, and a dozen Soviet soldiers were on the left and right of the barricade, holding guns, and opened heavy fire on the truck in front.

The guerrillas in the car poked their heads out at the same time and opened fire on the opposite side.

Hevaja continued to charge forward, only lowering his head as the bullets flew, so that the helmet completely covered his head.

Cracks appeared in the glass in front of him in an instant, and through the glass, bullets came towards Hevaja's body.

There was a violent impact on his body, and Hewaja felt the pain in his chest as if he had been smashed by a sledgehammer, and if it weren't for the bulletproof insert, there would have been several bloody holes in his body at this time.

"Boom!" There was a crash in front of the front of the truck, and in just a few seconds, the truck had passed through the barricade and continued to drive ahead.

"Die, Soviets!" Looking at the Soviets who were still firing next to the barricade, Mhammad sat in the anti-aircraft gun position, lassoed the Soviets with the sights in front of him, and then pressed the firing pedal hard.

When shooting at air targets, it is necessary for the fixer on the other side to bind the sights with various numbers, such as the course, speed, and oblique distance of the target, and when the official operation of this kind of anti-aircraft artillery, two people can do it, but now, Mhammad just put the anti-aircraft gun flat to deal with the enemy on the ground, this kind of work is greatly simplified, and because the distance is very close, even if it is not aiming, it has a high accuracy.

"Tom, tom." Several 23-mm grenades exploded at the position of the Soviets, and suddenly, the Soviets screamed, several people were hit, and their bodies were torn apart in an instant, and the rest of the people saw their miserable situation, gave up the confrontation, and immediately retreated to the back.

"Boom, boom." The haunting tank followed from behind at this time, and Mhammad glanced at the tank coming from the opposite side, and his right hand passed through the turntable of the steering machine, and twisted on the speed fixer on it, although it was much slower than the speed of the plane, it still had to have a certain amount of advance.

With a twist, Mhammad turned his head again, stared at the sight tightly, and kept turning the highland machine and the direction machine with both hands, pressing the reticle against the upper end of the turret of the opposite tank, and then pressing the firing pedal.

"Tom, tom." As Mhammad stepped on the firing pedal, the anti-aircraft gun shook regularly, the buffer device of the cradle kept shaking, and a series of shells flew over.

Do you really think you're invincible? The eyes of the commander of the Soviet tank stared at the TKH-3 day and night binocular periscope, the light emitted by the infrared headlights, and looked at the truck opposite, the other side actually dared to bombard himself with anti-aircraft artillery, did the other party really naively think that the 23-mm anti-aircraft gun was a threat to his tank? The thick armor of the tank can completely block the attack of the opponent's shells!

"Distance eighty, speed three, one grenade No. 11." The commander shouted: "Prepare to shoot." ”

The loader expertly loaded the shell into the chamber, and the gunner had already begun to aim the truck in front of him with the guòtw 2Б-41y telescopic scope on the other side.

Almost at the same time, the anti-aircraft artillery shells on the opposite side, already flying over, hit the armor outside, rattling. (To be continued......)