A few days passed, and Mhammad was in this camp, staying very comfortable.

In order for these guerrillas to truly regard themselves as instructors and listen to their own words, Mhammad felt that there was still a lack of time, and after one or two battles and proved his command ability, these guys should admire themselves.

When the time comes, they will listen to whatever they say, and now, if they fully command this guerrilla force, it will be equivalent to seizing power from Hevaja, and this guy may not be satisfied.

So, Mhammad is waiting.

Of course, Mhammad is not idle, and it is still possible to guide the training of these guerrillas in the past few days. For example, in terms of marksmanship, although Nakhwaja is very good, but Mhammad thinks that this Hewaja is a natural sharpshooter, and he shoots very accurately, but he does not train his own team members.

Mhammad starts with basic movements and trains them.

These days, it has passed very quickly.

On the fourth day, finally, the two guerrillas who had gone to reconnoiter returned in the dust.

After learning that the two men had returned, Mhammad was immediately called to the cave by Khwaja, and after the two of them had calculated, the entire guerrilla detachment immediately assembled urgently, carrying their own equipment and two modified roadside bombs, and began another sortie.

This sortie, if it had been before, Hewaja would not have been sure, because they were going to hit the outpost, and these people, even if they touched it at night, would have been killed by machine guns.

This time, Hewaja was full of confidence, this Mhammad instructor's plan was very thorough, and Hewaja was sure that it would succeed.

The cool mountain breeze blew on Mhammad's body, wearing a robe, almost covering his body, walking completely on two legs, Mhammad did not get tired at all.

The whole guerrilla force was so excited, as if they knew they were going to fight a good victory.

After walking for three hours, I finally came to the predetermined place, a narrow junction with mountain peaks rising on both sides, which was a good place to fight guerrillas.

At this time, the sun had already set, and the quiet moonlight shone on the ground, and the stars seemed to be gazing at this small group of guerrillas.

"Here, dig a pit, bury our bombs, and lead behind the rocks over there." Mhammad said.

At this time, Mhammad seemed to have become a guerrilla leader, ordering the guerrillas to do things, but the guerrillas, who did not care at all, immediately started to act when they heard Mhammad's orders.

Mhammad chose two places, about 50 meters apart from the front and back, exactly within the killing radius of the two roadside bombs, so that the other side's convoy, even a dozen cars, could blow them all into the sky.

"Instructor, aren't we going to the outpost? How did you plant a bomb here? Taking advantage of the time between work, Durranny asked quietly.

"Yes, we are going to fight the outpost, but before we can hit the outpost, we must first pack up the convoy for the outpost." Mhammad said.

This is Mhammad's plan, hit the convoy first!

Going directly to the outpost, this is almost an impossible task, you don't have heavy weapons, and the casualties will be very large if you attack the outpost.

And it will be very easy to fight this convoy, especially since this is already the most cutting-edge outpost, and the other outposts have received supplies, and the vehicles should return, so there will not be too many vehicles that come here in the end, according to the past observations of the guerrillas, there will not be more than ten.

Two roadside bombs can almost wipe out the convoy, and the combat effectiveness of the convoy is very weak, and the strong army has gone to exterminate the guerrillas, and only the second-line troops can undertake the task of transporting supplies, which is in the later stage, and even handed over to the Afghan government forces controlled by the Soviets.

Mhammad looked at the two bombs in order, especially the wires of the fuses, and made sure that they were in good condition, otherwise, when they were used tomorrow, they would be blinded, but they would delay the fighters.

As soon as the qiē was arranged, it was already late at night.

Tonight, camping on this mountain, most of them, except for the sentry guards, fell asleep.

Mhammad can't sleep, not because he will fight tomorrow, but because he is homesick.

Coming to this world, coming to this era, although Mhammad has always fought bravely, but, after all, he is still willing to return to the afterlife, which is the world he is familiar with.

Thinking like this, looking at the stars in the sky, as if they were telling him something, he fell asleep.

Slowly, the day dawned.

"Quick, get up, the convoy of the Soviets will be coming soon." Hewaja shouted quietly one by one, waking the partisans one by one.

Mhammad also woke up, and when it was almost dawn, he slept for a short time, and when he heard the news that the Soviet convoy was coming, he immediately ran behind the stones where the bomb was ignited on the side of the road, and the explosion of his bomb was the signal to attack.

Already hungry, Mhammad quietly stuffed a piece of beef jerky into his mouth, which was the convenient food that the guerrillas carried with each person when they came out, and only when they went out on a mission could they eat this good thing.

The beef jerky was relatively hard, and Mhammad left it in his mouth for more than ten minutes before soaking the beef jerky until it was soft, and then chewed slowly with his teeth.

While eating, I waited, and soon, I felt the tremor of the ground.

On the road in the distance, dusty, a convoy slowly appeared.

At the forefront, there is a BMP infantry fighting vehicle!

This is a tracked infantry fighting vehicle, a means of transportation equipped in the Soviet motorized infantry, this infantry fighting vehicle, more suitable than tanks for this kind of mountain combat in Afghanistan, small fuel consumption, small demand for logistics, low turret, a 73 mm low-pressure smoothbore gun, high firing range, striking mountain targets, very suitable, there are anti-tank missiles above the barrel, and it is completely possible to attack fortifications.

In the later stages of the war in Afghanistan, the Soviet Union transferred back most of its tanks, and the number of such infantry fighting vehicles and equipment doubled several times.

Seeing this chariot, Mhammad knew that his plan was going to be revised.

Originally, Mhammad was going to put down the first truck in the lead, so that it would play a role in the process of attacking the post in the back, but now, seeing that the lead was the infantry fighting vehicle, he immediately revised the plan, this kind of thing, to keep it is a scourge, more damage than tanks. It's better to blow it up.

The partisans held their breath, knowing that this was the most critical moment.

If the two bombs couldn't explode, then they had to sneak away as if they hadn't been there.

After all, they trusted this instructor very much, but they didn't see that this shell could explode without being fired from the barrel, and besides, the power was still very great, and they didn't fully believe it.

"Boom, boom." The tracks of the BMP infantry fighting vehicle, stirring up dust, keep moving forward, the low turret at the top is turning, this 73 mm caliber low-pressure smoothbore gun, with a fast rate of fire and small dead angles, can hit almost anywhere.

Inside the infantry fighting vehicle, a soldier of the infantry squad waited inside, and they looked through the shooting holes on both sides of the hull, looking outward, and at any moment they would spit out tongues of fire from both sides.

This infantry fighting vehicle was followed by seven KAMAZ trucks, which were laden with munitions.

These military supplies to a post are a bit much, but the news from Jalalabad that they will carry out another operation to encircle and suppress the Afghan guerrillas in the nearby mountains, especially since the tank unit lost several vehicles a few days ago, all of which were done by the nearby guerrillas, and they want to retaliate and let the Afghan guerrillas know how powerful they are.

Therefore, this post served as a forward post for attacking the guerrillas in the mountains, and they used it as a base for stockpiles, except for the front trucks, which were loaded with food, and the middle and back were loaded with ammunition and oil.

All the way, they were very safe, but they were still cautiously watching the qiē around them.

The mountain wind blew, and there was a rattling sound on the bare mountain.

The tracks of the infantry fighting vehicle are still rotating, and the huge hull is moving forward.

Suddenly, "Boom! Without warning, a loud voice rang out.

With this sound, the person inside the BMP infantry fighting vehicle felt as if he was sitting on a bumpy plane, and his body involuntarily leaned to the side.

In the stomach, as if something was churning, a mouthful, a mouthful of blood spit out. Then, their eyes went dark, and they didn't know why.

Mhammad, who was behind the stones, looked at this pleasing sight and relaxed his heart.

The formidable infantry fighting vehicle, in the explosion of this grenade, was lifted like a flat boat in a storm, and then fell heavily to the ground.

This powerful shockwave must have sent all the people inside to Elysium.

A car that followed closely behind was also lifted up, and the car exploded and burst into flames.

"Crunch." A truck in the middle braked suddenly, and the co-pilot of the car sat the company commander of the transport company that was responsible for the transportation mission.

"Quick, back off, get out of here first, call for our backup." Company Commander Victor said.

Communication radios are installed on such trucks, and the car in which the company commander is sitting is a truck with two rows of seats, and there are two soldiers in the back.

Hearing the order of the company commander, one of the people behind immediately began to call.

As soon as I pressed the switch of the intercom, I heard another explosion behind me.

Mhammad first detonated a roadside bomb in front, and at this time, the car behind had not yet fully driven into the roadside bomb behind, and now this delay, the car behind approached, and then connected the wire to the poles of the battery.

The electric current immediately passes through the wires buried in the ground and flows into the electricity**.

Feeling the stimulation of the electric current, the electric **, like a grumpy woman, immediately became powerful and set itself on fire, and at the same time, while burning itself, the flames pounced on the warheads of the grenades surrounding it.

The ** in the grenade warhead, at this time, was also burning excitedly, and in the sharp burning, the gas in the body expanded sharply, opened the shell, and flew the hundreds of shrapnel around.

Above its head, there was a KAMAZ truck full of fuel, shrapnel lightly drilled through the bottom of the truck, into the cab, into the body of the Soviets inside, and some shrapnel drilled through the shell of the fuel tank, into the fuel tank, with its own high temperature, immediately ignited the diesel fuel in the tank.

Diesel light is not light, but once it is ignited, it is fast and abnormal.

At the same time, the high-pressure gas from the grenade explosion also arrived and lifted the truck into the sky, and in this short flight, the fuel transported behind the truck was finally ignited.

"Boom," the truck exploded in the air, decomposing, like a fireflower, and fireballs flew everywhere, wherever they flew, there was a fire.

This truck, which managed to cause damage to several trucks behind it.

Victor looked through the rearview mirror on the right side of Guò in horror and saw the scene behind him, what kind of mine was that, so powerful? Infantry anti-tank mines, I'm afraid, right?

Afghan guerrillas, when, with more of these weapons?

He didn't have time to hesitate, and on one side of the hill, a large number of Soviet partisans rushed down.

If that infantry fighting vehicle was still there, then at this time, this infantry fighting vehicle could have smashed those partisans to pieces, but now...

"Full drive, drive down on the left." Victor said. ps: Thank you for the tips from old friends Fascis and Saqima99!