"This way, he must have rolled here from this side, and then went down from there!" Lamel shouted, "Go, follow me!" ”

The location of Hevaja's sniper has been determined, but this position is very strange, there are only footprints of coming, no footprints of walking.

There were traces of rolling on the snow, and the traces led to the place where the bullets were fired intensively, where the ground was mottled by bullets, and then in the distance, there were some unclear footprints.

Believing that the Soviet snipers had fled from there, Lamal was going to chase after the Tajik boys.

"No need to chase." "Soviet snipers did not run away from there," Mhammad said. ”？ Lamal stopped and turned to look at Mhammad, a man who had always commanded the battle and had always been fascinated.

"The Soviets went from here." Mhammad pointed to the footprints on the ground.

"Impossible." Lamal's words blurted out, and when he finished speaking, he remembered that it was very inappropriate to refute Instructor Mhammad in front of so many people, he just didn't believe it.

These footprints are clearly from here, how can they be the footprints of escape? Unless... Unless the person is walking backwards! How is this possible?

Mhammad shook his head helplessly, this Lamal, if you observe it carefully, you will not be deceived by the Soviets, although this footprint is upside down, but the footprint is the clearest, indicating that it has just been stepped on, just by virtue of this, Mhammad knows that it can't be wrong.

Picking up the binoculars and following the footprints into the distance, Mhammad could also find that three hundred meters away, the footprints were gone.

This shows that the Soviets walked backwards and hid in a snow cave three hundred meters away!

The Soviets were indeed cunning enough!

If it weren't for Mhammad, the guerrillas would have searched the mountains, and the messy footprints would have covered up the inconspicuous backwards-walking footprints, and the Soviets would have literally disappeared from under their noses.

"Osama, prepare a rocket, target, three hundred meters away, three o'clock direction, at the end of the footprints, pay attention to the wind speed, get me right!"

Lamal looked at Mhammad silently, at Osama, who had brought rockets that had been thrown into the snow during the sniper attack, and Osama carried one up, swept away a piece of snow, revealing a hard stone, placed it on it, and quickly aimed it with a special caliper.

Mhammad looked at the end of the snow, did the Soviets change their tactics and try to rely on snipers? This let the Soviets know that in front of the sniper, there are two more words, cannon fodder!

"Ready!" Osama shouted, this kind of 107 rocket tubeless launch, Osama has mastered it very well, he is very sure.

"Launch!" Mhammad shouted.

Osama took the battery's wires, but the rocket didn't respond.

Osama's head suddenly became bigger, and his own partisans were counted, and if he lost face in front of these Tajiks, he would be a loss of face for Instructor Mhammad.

Osama tried a few more times, but there was still no response.

"Instructor..."Osama could only look up at Mhammad, this kind of temporary troubleshooting, the instructor still has to come.

Mhammad looked at Osama's depressed expression, the training of these new equipment is still not in place.

Mhammad walked up a few steps, looked at the battery in Osama's hand, and asked, "Is there a new battery?" ”

Osama shook his head, knowing that the oddity was all in the battery.

The battery was already wet, and just during the battle, the battery fell into the snow, and if Osama hadn't found it in time, the battery would have been gone.

A wet battery, already running out of power, could not fire this rocket.

Osama's face suddenly became even more ugly, without batteries, the rockets could not be fired, and this attack could not be played.

"We'll lead the team to surround it." Durrani said that as long as the location of the Soviet sniper is discovered, dozens of his own people will definitely be able to kill the sniper.

Mhammad shook his head: "No! Just now, this sniper killed a lot of our Tajik brothers, and now, let him be crushed! This rocket is a gift for him! ”

With that, Mhammad removed the rocket and slammed the back cover against the rock.

The people around him, including Osama and Durani, all subconsciously took a few steps back, what is the instructor going to do?

All shells are blunt charged, and if a single impact ignites the shell, the process of transporting the shells will be extremely dangerous.

The same is true of this rocket, Mhammad hit it three times without care, and the back cover of the tail of the rocket was knocked open, and he pulled it twice with his hand, pulled the back cover down, and the propellant behind it was also exposed.

"Re-aim." Mhammad said to Osama.

Is that okay too? Looking at the rockets that Chrysanthemum had been smashed down, Osama resumed his movements.

With his hands over his mouth, Mhammad expertly lit a cigarette.

"Stay away." Mhammad said.

Seeing that the people around him took a few steps back, Mhammad took a few puffs of cigarette roll and, with the end of his cigarette, touched the charge at the tail of the rocket.

This propellant is not so easy to ignite, if only there was a torch! Seeing that the cigarette butt was about to go out, Mhammad put it in his mouth, took two puffs, and put it back on.

After another three seconds, suddenly, a spark appeared on the propellant.

Run! Mhammad stepped forward and strode in both directions.

The tail of the rocket, a small spark, suddenly turned into a fire, this fire burned for a second, and then, with a whoosh, like an arrow off the string, 107 rocket, flew out.

At this moment, in the snow three hundred meters away, a figure suddenly jumped out of thin air.

At first, Serrigeyev did not know what these partisans were going to do, the advantage of the sniper was concealment, and Serrigeyev was sure that he was well concealed.

It happened to be a headwind here, and the wind was blowing to the top of the mountain, which led to Serrigeyev not being able to hear the partisans on the top of the mountain clearly, and Sherigeyev could only listen to the footsteps coming from the snow, knowing that they were still on the top of the mountain, and did not move.

What are they doing? Serrigeyev continued to wait, convinced that he had not yet been discovered, and that footsteps were not coming towards him.

I waited for more than ten minutes, until Serrigeyev heard the crash, and after another minute, he heard a bang.

This sound made Serigeev's heart tremble, because Serrigeyev had already guessed something!

Damn the Afghan guerrillas, they actually bombed him with rockets!

This guerrilla detachment in the north of Jalalabad has a certain number of rockets at their disposal, and no one knows where the rockets come from, they only know that these people have a high level of operating rockets and can accurately hit the target!

It turns out that they have discovered their hiding location, and they have also used rockets to bombard themselves! In an instant, Serigeev made a new decision.

He jumped out of the snow cave and jumped behind him on the white snow.

There is no other choice, run, keep running, run over this mountain, find a new sniper position, and if they still dare to chase, sniper again!

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Serrigeyev had only run a dozen steps before he heard a loud bang from behind.

Then, countless fragments of shrapnel spread out in all directions from the center of the explosion, and Sherigeyev felt a sharp pain in his back in several places in an instant, which was the feeling of shrapnel hitting his body.

Then, the hot air swept up his back, and he slammed forward, rolling twice, trying to extinguish the flames on his back.

The blood flowing from his back stained the white snow, and when he rolled a few times, his body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he couldn't roll anymore.

There are snipers there! Only now, Lamal did not believe that, moreover, the sniper who killed several of his own boys was killed by rocket artillery! This revenge, good revenge!

The guerrillas surrounded him, and Mhammad picked up the sniper rifle on the ground after making sure that the guy was completely dead.

This is an ordinary SVD sniper rifle, and the handle of the gun has five marks carved with a saber, which means that he has killed five people, and this time the results of the battle have not had time to be engraved.

"Instructor, I didn't hit him just now." Hewaja also came over and said to Mhammad. Just now, the instructor used himself as bait to give Hewaja a chance to create a zào, but as a result, Hevaja still made a mistake.

"The distance is too far to exceed the walking accuracy of your sniper rifle." Mhammad said.

Although the SVD is called a sniper rifle in the Soviet Union's equipment sequence, it is actually just a precision shooting rifle, and its accuracy is not even comparable to the advanced automatic rifles of later generations.

For example, the dispersion at a distance of 600 meters is 395 mm, which is equivalent to the width of a person's body at a distance of 600 meters, even if it is aimed.

The expression on Hevaja's face was still embarrassed, and it was his fault.

"Congratulations." Mhammad said to Khwaja: "You can shoot more accurately in the future, this guy is a professional sniper, he carries special 7N1 sniper bullets, with it, you will not have today's mistakes." ”

Hevaja also wanted to use sniper bullets, but he couldn't find them, he could only use ordinary 7.62mm bullets, so the accuracy was not high, and now, this guy is also a sniper, and the ammunition he brought is special, Hevaja suddenly felt happy in his heart, and bent down to pick up the other party's bullet bag.

"Let's go, go back to the station." The mission has been accomplished, at the cost of the loss of a few Tajik lads, and the tone of Mhammad's words is firm and cannot be changed.

Osama and Lamal didn't dare to say anything, when they came, the so-called confidence in killing the Soviets at the airport had already flown over the Pamirs, and what airfield they were hit, a sniper of the Soviets had already made them so wolf!