"Hit!" Mhammad shouted, followed, and pressed the firing button.

As Mhammad operated, the machine gun let out a roar, and 12.7 mm bullets, like a waterfall, poured into the sky.

Mhammad tightly pressed the ring to the center of the plane, and kept shooting, shooting!

The bullet flew into the sky, cut a graceful arc, and flew towards the plane.

"Bang bang." A couple of bullets, which passed through the wing of the T-8, made several holes.

"Underground machine gun position, pull it up immediately!" The shouts of the pilot of the other plane, Beriyuv, were heard in the headset, and the pilot of the T-8 aircraft in front, Kristevich, did not immediately pull up, but lowered the nose of the plane, and the weapon turned on the rocket nest.

If you pull it up now, just exposing the flat skin to the opponent's machine gun, even if you get up, you will definitely have to have a dozen more holes in the abdomen.

Clevich believed that his plane was a flying tank, and a few anti-aircraft machine gun bullets would not cause damage to himself at all.

Come on! Afghan guerrillas! Now that I've found you, there's no need to bomb the village!

Figachev and Sorinovich were killed by rockets in Jalalabad, and no one came to fly these two planes, and it took more than a month for two new pilots to come, and these two people were not from the test flight institute, but from the air force of Eastern Europe.

The test pilots are too precious, and the loss of two makes the heads of the test pilot institute regret that they should not have sent their own people up! They trained several front-line pilots, and these two were the first to complete their training and were sent over.

The experience of the two is different, the Krasse in front has been entangled with the NATO Air Force several times, and his psychological endurance is also very strong, while the Beliyuv in the back is just a rookie with a total flight time of less than 500 hours.

Clevich's T-8 began to dive, facing the anti-aircraft machine gun position, and under the wings, smoke rose from the rocket launch nest.

"Boom, boom." After only three launches, Crispy quickly pulled up, and the smoke of this rocket was so great that it sucked into the engine and easily caused the engine to stall.

"Duranney!" Mhammad shouted, watching the rockets fly towards Duranny's position, and in an instant, the heavy machine gun was surrounded by flames and smoke, and immediately shouted.

Damn the Soviets! Knowing that this was the next target for the Soviets, Mhammad did not back down, he pushed the machine gun, the barrel of the gun was raised, chased the T-8 plane that was pulled up, and continued to shoot.

The bullet caught up with the plane, shooting holes in the tail, and the rudder surface of the tail was also hit with several holes.

Clevich felt a tremor in the fuselage, and there was a regular shaking in the tail, so he knew that the rudder surface was damaged, and pushed down the operating lever, and suddenly his heart was happy again, this plane is really strong, and the control is still the same!

The T-8 spun around in the sky and slid down again, and the other machine-gun position, appeared on the underline.

In front of the Soviet army, which had absolute superiority in weapons, the Afghan partisans could only be slaughtered! Crystal thought to himself as he continued to press the button on the lever.

"Boom, boom." At the same time as the rockets were fired from under the wings, Clevich's body couldn't help but want to move backwards, and the seat behind him was pressed against him, so he could only watch a few bullets appear on the windshield in front of him.

The 12.7mm machine gun bullet accurately hit the windshield of the T-8, and if it could have passed through the glass, it could have shot Clevich to death in the seat, but now, that solid piece of glass blocked the bullet, and Kristy was unharmed, just in a cold sweat.

The Mhammad machine gun continues to roar, hit, hit, hit!

He had already aimed at the plane, and the bullet had been shot into the fuselage of the plane, punching holes one after another, but the plane was still flying.

Smoke rose from under the wings, and several more rockets were fired at him.

Remove! Knowing that if he didn't leave, he would later turn to ashes along with the machine gun, so he stepped back and saw Lilith standing behind him.

Lilith was obviously frightened, and she didn't move in the face of the rocket.

Muhammad pinched a handful of sweat, this woman, when did she stand behind him? If it had been a Soviet soldier who had come up, he would have given himself a bullet and killed himself.

"Run!" Mhammad let out a loud shout, which woke Lilith up.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and those rockets, with a whistling and a stream of heat, were close at hand.

"Danger!" Mhammad continued to shout, followed and stepped forward, hugging Lilith and falling on top of her.

It was almost an instinctive action, and even Mhammad didn't think about why he made such a move, why he used his body to protect this woman.

He was an instructor of the guerrillas, commanded the guerrillas, and won victory after victory, and this girl, a volunteer of the Red Cross, was much more important than the life of this girl. It's not worth it to exchange your own death for this girl's life. Muhammad didn't think about this, in his military career in his previous life, there was a thought deeply engraved in his mind, a soldier is to protect the family and the country, and protect the people.

Mhammad hugged Lilith and threw herself down, intending to crush her under her body, but it was a hillside, and Lilith involuntarily slid down the hillside after she fell to the ground.

In this way, Mhammad hugged Lilith, he didn't know how many times he rolled on the hillside, he only knew that the rockets were exploding around him, he only knew that the waves of air that set off almost knocked him into the air, only the shaking of the ground, almost damaged his internal organs, flying stones, shrapnel, and flew by his body.

Finally, rolling down the hillside, Mhammad looked at Lilith with her eyes closed and bleeding from her forehead, and couldn't help but get anxious, shaking her body and shouting, "Lilith, Lilith!" ”

The anti-Soviet struggle in Afghanistan is not alone, behind them, there are many people who are supporting, among them there are the interests of the big powers, and there are also personal friendships, such as Lilith in front of her, which is completely voluntary, but as a result, she will sleep here forever.

Mhammad felt a sense of grief and indignation that he still failed to protect Lilith, such a young girl, who died in the bombing of the Soviets.

"Stinger missiles, shoot! Avenge Lilith and Durranny! Mhammad shouted.

There had been two rounds of machine gun positions just now, and the Stinger missiles must have had a chance, but none of them were fired, and Mhammad was a little angry.

As soon as he finished shouting, Mhammad suddenly felt a burst of wetness on his cheeks, followed by a "wave".

When she looked at her again, Lilith was looking at herself with a smile on her face, and she had just kissed her on the cheek.

"Mhammad, I like you, actually, I just heard about your deeds and came here to volunteer." Lilith is a bold Western girl who says it directly: "I'm going to marry you." ”

Lilith's eyes looked at Mhammad with tenderness, hoping that Mhammad could give him a kiss back, and then the two hugged each other, and then began to communicate physically, in the midst of this war, how romantic it should be!

However, her beautiful hopes were immediately shattered, and Mhammad jumped to his feet, rushed to the side of the nearest guerrilla, and took the shoulder-fired missile.

Just now, the guerrillas had already aimed at the plane, but the missile did not shoot out, and when Mhammad carried it, he couldn't help but be furious, the hot battery was not activated, how could it be locked!

Training and actual combat are two different things, during training, the thermal battery is not connected, as soon as it is connected, it will be in the firing state, if it is just a drill, the power of the thermal battery will be exhausted several times, and the battery will have to be replaced, at least for now the guerrillas do not have a backup power supply.

As a result, these partisans, when they were fighting, did exactly the same as training, without activating thermal batteries! Mhammad couldn't help but feel dissatisfied, and he had to train these guys in actual combat.

Mhammad skillfully operated it, and at this time, another T-8 attack plane was flying towards this side.

Although the first T-8 attack plane took out two anti-aircraft machine gun positions, the plane was punched out of many holes and could only return, while the second plane, at this time, came down and flew back and forth, and if it found that there were still guerrillas, it continued to attack with rockets.

The plane flew between the two hills, towards the valley in front, and the pilot Beliyuv carefully observed, just now Christian's results were good, and he could not be too far behind, at least a few partisans should be killed!

The yellow barren mountains below, the guerrillas, seemed to have disappeared without a trace in an instant, and Beliyuv wanted to pull up, but his task was not yet completed, and the bombs mounted under the wings had to be thrown on the villages supporting the guerrillas in front.

"Boom." At this moment, suddenly there was an explosion behind him, and with the explosion, the fuselage shook violently, and then, on the dashboard in front of him, countless alarm lights flashed.

Left hair failure!

Hydraulic oil leaks and catches fire!

The fire extinguishing device is activated!

Damn it! What kind of weapon is this! While cursing, Beriyuo began to control the plane rapidly, turn off the left hair, extinguish the fire, and pull up!

Mhammad on the ground, watching the T-8 in the sky swaying and pulling up, drilled into the mountains in front, helplessly spread his hands, T-8, the Su-25 that has not yet been finalized, the anti-strike ability on the battlefield is really too strong!