Northwestern mountainous region of Visakhapatnam.

The roads are very rough, although India claims to be the largest country in Asia, but it is only a lip service, some large coastal cities, the development is quite rapid, but, except for these areas, the rest, no different from the British. There is no other value here, so there is hardly anything else but a road that was trodden by human feet hundreds of years ago.

Several wheeled armored vehicles, marching on the road, this is the usual BTR-80 wheeled infantry fighting vehicle for the Soviets, 8 huge off-road tires, constantly turning, jumping up and down, advancing in bumps. At the top of the turret, a machine gunner exposed his body, wielding the 14.5mm machine gun at all times.

These people are very vigilant, and it seems that they must be transporting important supplies! From a hilltop, quietly peeking out of his head, Osama had a sly smile in his eyes.

"Why aren't there trucks to transport goods?" Binderranwale, who was on the side, asked, "Is our intelligence wrong?" ”

Hearing Bindranwale's words, Osama shook his head: "The cargo we want will not be very large, a suitcase will be enough, it must be on a certain armored car." ”

That's high-purity plutonium, a dozen kilograms is already very good, and if it were a truckload of this thing, India would have no idea how many nuclear weapons it has.

"It seems to be on one of the armored vehicles." "I think the car in the middle is the most suspicious. ”

Generally speaking. The guards will put the object to be protected in the middle, and protect it closely, Binderranwale thought. There was nothing wrong with it, but if he looked closely, he wouldn't have thought so.

"I see, on the first armored car." "Attention of the anti-tank missile launchers, except for the first one, the armored vehicles behind," Osama said. Kill them all! Unleash radio interference! ”

One of the fighters opened a large suitcase he was carrying, quietly erected the antenna, and then pressed the switch. Suddenly, the interference signal began to cover the entire hillside.

"It's noisy!" Taking off the headphones, Indian Army Major Sharma rubbed his ears with his hand, and there was a jumbled sound inside.

"The signal in the mountains is not good." Another radioman also said. Your own car radio. Originally, in an open place, there could be a communication range of 400 kilometers, but here, blocked by the mountains, there is not even a hundred kilometers.

"Doctor, we're halfway there." Sharma turned back to a middle-aged man in his forties sitting in the back, who was carrying a suitcase and a seat belt to tie his body. Firmly fasten him to the side seat, or else. He didn't know how many times he would collide with the car body because of the bumps.

Now, his face was a little pale, obviously motion sickness, the car was impermeable, and the smell of diesel fuel filled the entire car body, but even the top hatch was not opened.

"Hmm." He simply replied and continued without saying a word. Since Dr. Bhabha's death in the bombing of Mumbai, he has been India's top scientist in nuclear physics, and he has presided over the development of the entire nuclear program, and now, the enrichment of this plutonium is to be used to make newer plutonium bombs.

He took these nuclear materials, left the mountains here, went to the air base, and from there took a plane and flew directly to another nuclear base, where the peripherals of the plutonium bomb had already been made, and as long as these plutoniums were loaded in, it would be a nuclear bomb!

Now, India's international situation is very bad, and he has an important mission to launch a counterattack against Pakistan at any time!

Little did he know that he was about to face even greater risks.

Several cylinders, which were fixed on a tripod, the operator lay on the ground, put his eyes into the sights, calmly made various preparations, and then, from behind the cylinders, a fire came out, and an anti-tank missile was launched!

These missiles are lighter than the Tao anti-tank missile, they are an advanced anti-tank missile from Huaxia, the Red Arrow 8!

This is Huaxia's second-generation anti-tank missile, which uses visual aiming, handle operation, wired semi-automatic infrared guidance, and is used to attack armored targets or fortifications at a range of 100-3000 meters, with an armor-piercing thickness of about 800 mm and a hit probability of 90 percent. Now, it is too easy to use these missiles to hit the armored vehicles in front.

The first generation of anti-tank missiles, just like the control of remote control aircraft, how to operate the handle, how to fly the missile, and this semi-automatic infrared guidance mode, the missile no longer needs to be directly controlled, the operator only needs to press his own reticle on the target all the time, the system will automatically calculate how the missile flies, no need for the operator to operate the missile directly, but still need to constantly aim at the target, so it is a semi-automatic way.

The Red Arrow 8 missile has excellent performance, and in later generations, it has been exported to a large number of countries, has many outstanding combat examples, and has completed the explosion of pottery missiles.

Now, those slow armored vehicles, as if they don't know that a catastrophe is coming, are still moving forward with difficulty.

The majestic machine gunner, his body jolting with the vehicle, and as he habitually scanned the surroundings with his gaze, several bright spots suddenly caught his attention.

What is that? There is a blazing flame in the tail!

“RPG，RPG！” The Heavy shouted: "Quick, speed up!" ”

For him, it was intuitively judged to be an RPG, but the other party flew from 500 meters away, and if it was really an RPG, he wouldn't be able to fly so far at all!

It's really an RPG, it's just an uncontrolled rocket, the accuracy is very poor, and as long as they accelerate, they can get rid of this RPG that flies from somewhere.

The driver in front heard the shout, and no matter how jolted the car, he pressed the accelerator all the way down, and the engine roared and rushed forward.

The Heavy watched in amazement as the RPGs drew a graceful arc in the air and continued towards them! Damn, these RPGs have long eyes!

"Boom!" The 3-kilogram warhead of the Red Arrow 8 missile hit the weak armor of the BTR, and suddenly, the entire armored vehicle burst into flames with this loud bang.

With just one shot, this armored car was blown up!

As the missiles continued to fly, the armored vehicles turned into fireballs.

"Run, run!" At this moment, the armored car at the front was speeding forward at full speed, its body was jolting violently, and the people on it were full of fear.

Anti-tank missiles! At this time, Sharma had completely judged that the enemy had attacked him with anti-tank missiles! It's madness! Fortunately, he didn't follow the pre-arrangement and sandwiched the car in the middle, but walked in the front, so that if there was an accident in front, he could drive straight ahead! If he is caught in the middle, as long as someone kills the front and back, he is very passive, with cliffs on one side and mountains on the other, and there is no way to escape.

"Quick, call base, request reinforcements!" Sharma said at the same time.

Without his greeting, the radio soldiers had already called over and over again, but unfortunately, there was no answer. There is a stinging noise in the headphones, and you are disturbed!

Looking at the BTR infantry fighting vehicle that was running wildly, Osama had a smile on his face, this smile, a little hideous, he calmly raised the rifle he was carrying, which was a 12.7mm M82A1 sniper rifle.

The warhead of an armor-piercing bullet entered the chamber of the gun, and the muzzle of the gun slowly rotated with the infantry fighting vehicle, and then the trigger was pulled.

"Bang." A stream of air came out of the muzzle brake, counteracting the recoil, and the sand next to it was lifted into the air, and at the same time, the warhead of the 12.7 mm armor-piercing bullet flew out.

Many people like to use the M82A1 and think it is powerful, but it also has a disadvantage, that is, it is too dynamic! If you want to counteract the strong recoil, you must have an efficient repulsor, and the air flow from the retractor will expose the shooter's target, and then, there will be shells flying, so this kind of sniper is also called cannon fodder sniper.

But now, Osama is shooting with a hearty shot.

The bullet continued to fly forward, penetrating the thin armor of the BTR-80 and burrowing into the 8v water-cooled diesel engine. The whole body was shattered, and then it stopped.

"The engine is broken!" The driver exclaimed, he had already picked up the fire extinguisher, and the flames had already jumped out of the engine compartment.

Damn it! Sharma suddenly understood something, the other party must have seen through his plan, but leaving this car is knowing what he is transporting, on this armored car!

The engine is destroyed, the car can no longer be driven, and your only option is to risk being sniped and cover the doctor's retreat!

"Open the door, get out of the car!" Sharma shouted, "Protect the Doctor!" ”

One of the soldiers jumped down first, and as soon as he landed, his body suddenly blossomed, and the bullet seemed to have long eyes, burrowed into his chest, rolled inside his body, and when he came out from behind, it had turned into a large hole, and blood spurted out.

Sniper! That cunning sniper on the other side has been waiting for him to go down for a long time! If you don't go down, you can only stay here and wait for death, but if you go down, it will be even worse, and you will be captured alive by the other party!

What to do? Sharma turned her head, looked at the box in the doctor's hand, and said, "Give it to me!" ”

"No, there's something important in this, and I can't give it to you!" The doctor held the box tightly, and now he didn't believe anyone.

Although the doctor is an expert in nuclear physics, he is not an idiot, and he was ambushed today, someone must have leaked their whereabouts! There are only a few people who know their own plan of action, and the Sharma in front of him is one. (To be continued......)