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Seeing their comrades being treated so cruelly, all the Soviet soldiers were outraged, they could tolerate the death of their comrades, but they could not tolerate being treated so cruelly.

Peel! Or completely alive, where is this human behavior! It's not even as good as a brute!

Gilkochagin was furious, although the partisans fled on horseback, not necessarily faster than themselves, the snow was so heavy that the horses would soon be exhausted, and besides, there were two of them on the same horse, and they would definitely not be able to leave!

Those clear horseshoe prints on the snow are the best guide!

"Call Bagram, ask for reinforcements from the hinds!" Although Gilkochagin was angry, he had not lost his mind, and his mission was to search for those guerrillas, and now that he had found their traces, on the one hand, he had to bite them to the death, and on the other hand, he had to call for air support, and with the blow of the hind, he was even more sure.

In the Soviet Union, the most important thing is to fight alone, and a company like this is equipped with two radios, one of which was given to the infantry squad that escorted the prisoners, and was in contact with the helicopter in the air, which was destroyed in the battle just now. And the other one, on the back of the signal soldier next to Gil Kochagin.

"Bagram, reconnaissance company call, Bagram, reconnaissance company call." The signal soldier took the microphone and called several times, but heard nothing but noisy radio clutter.

"Report, the mountain signal is too complicated, and there is no response from the radio." The signal soldier said to Jir Kochagin as he ran.

"Continue the call until the call is successful." Jir Kochagin said.

As the bullet bag ran, it kept colliding with the hip bone, and as he ran, his chest began to have some difficulty breathing.

On the plains, running hard will lead to insufficient oxygen supply, and in this mountainous area, plateau, and cold place, the bulky clothes make their body deplete more quickly.

It's just that their will is still firm, and the tragic death of their comrades stimulates them, and each of them bursts out with the greatest motivation and quickly runs forward along the horseshoe prints.

Mountain after mountain, mountain after mountain, and after running through three mountains, their legs finally couldn't run.

A two-legged man could not catch up with a four-legged horse at all, and compared with the speed of the horse, Gil Kochagin had to admit defeat.

All the people squatted on the ground and began to open their mouths and pant heavily, they were all the best in the physical training of the troops, but they had never run at such a high intensity on such a cold plateau.

Gil Kochagin wanted to order to continue the chase, and seeing the reaction of the people around him, he could only give up.

When they had rested for five minutes and their bodies were gradually recovering, there was a sound of horses' hooves from the side.

What's going on? Gil Kochagin suddenly looked very strangely in the distance, in the valley on the side, from which a group of cavalry was rushing.

"Prepare to shoot." Jir Kochagin shouted.

Without waiting for the order of Gil Kochakin, all the soldiers, they raised their guns, AK-74, RPK ... If the opponent continues to get closer, they will shoot without hesitation.

At that moment the leading rider, as if sensing something, grabbed the horse's head sharply, and then the riders turned a corner in the mountain and ran back again.

This is the guerrilla group that he chases! Gilkochagin reacted instantly, and besides, this partisan detachment did not come to attack them, they fled when they saw them, and they were completely unprepared for battle.

What is that? Gil Kochagin then figured out that this guerrilla detachment was not lost, but knew that they were chasing after it, so they deliberately went around in circles, trying to consume the bodies of their soldiers, but they ran too fast and chased slowly, and as a result, when they were circling in circles, they encountered themselves again.

Those horses, after running for so long, must be exhausted! Thinking of this, Jirk Kochagin was suddenly full of courage again: "Chase!" Kill them and avenge Askov! ”

Thinking of the tragic situation of Askov, all the people were immediately full of war, and they caught up with the riders running in front.

Just then, a horse suddenly stumbled and threw the partisans from above.

The man next to him pulled up the partisan, but the horse fell to the ground and could not get up.

Sure enough, I don't have the strength! These horses don't have durability at all, so catch up and kill them!

Seeing the scene ahead, the Soviet soldiers were full of excitement, and if it weren't for the fact that they were all killed, they would have shot a long time ago.

They didn't notice that this canyon was flanked by high mountains.

"Instructor, those idiots are really following up!" Beside Mhammad, Durrani said to him as he rode his horse.

"Attention, the front is about to enter a minefield, S-shaped!" Mhammad ignored Durrani and shouted at the running partisans.

When the Soviets were provoked by the corpse, they would catch up with them hot-headedly, but the body of a single soldier could not be compared with a horse at all, and if they kept running, they would get rid of the Soviets, and stopping, etc., would make the Soviets alert and think it was a trap.

Mhammad simply created the illusion of an encounter, and moreover, using a horse, pretending that his own horses were exhausted, the Soviets really caught up with him.

Unbeknownst to them, Mhammad led them to death.

There is a minefield ahead, and Mahmad needs to lead the guerrillas through the minefield.

In ordinary troops, when laying mines, they simply bury mines in the ground, but when they come to special forces, they have various methods of laying mines, and the experienced enemy will dismantle the mines they have arranged, how to deceive the opponent, how to make the opponent fall into the scheme, which depends on the skills of laying mines.

Mhammad simply asked the guerrillas to place the mines in an S-shape, not along the S-shape, but in the minefield, leaving an S-shaped passage.

It's a way out.

More than a dozen horses, gradually drawn into a line, crossed through the minefield, walking in an S-shape.

The Soviets, who followed behind, immediately discovered that there was a problem with the walking route of the partisans in front!

"I'm afraid there's a minefield ahead!" Said a platoon commander who stopped.

"The guerrillas have one or two mines, which is not a lot, how can there be a large number of mines to form a minefield!" Kryshevich shouted from behind: "It's freezing this day, how can they lay mines?" ”

"Follow the route of the guerrillas!" Jill Kochagin ordered.

Although he was skeptical that the partisans would be able to create a lot of mines and set up a minefield, he had already lost an infantry squad and could not be cautious.

Minefields are only laid out by regular armies when they fight, and these Afghan guerrillas are at most just a roadside bomb, with this in mind, Kryshevich followed behind the horseshoe prints and chased after them.

After walking for a while, Kryshevich knew that the other party was taking an S-shaped route, and this kind of route was simply a waste of time! If you go straight to it, it's easy to catch up!

Damn the Afghan guerrillas, they must be playing tricks!

There is white snow all around, and there are no marks to be seen, how can the other party lay mines, and they can't leave footprints? On the run, Kryshevic was still judging.

Bold, careful, and sometimes, with the general character of a desperate gambler, this is Kryshevic, whose body burns with the blood of a fighting nation, and he is not afraid of death.

After running for a kilometer, Kryshevich finally took his first step, and instead of continuing along the S-shaped route, he followed a straight line and passed through the side.

"Kryshevich!" Gil Kochagin shouted when he saw that one of his bravest men was now openly disobeying his orders.

"It's not a minefield at all!" Kryshevich said: "Those partisans are fooling us! ”

Kryshevic, next to the S-shaped footprints, had already walked more than a dozen meters unscathed.

At this time, the guerrillas, a few hundred meters in front, suddenly changed their course, reunited into a straight line, and rushed towards the other side of the valley.

Seeing that Kryshevich was boldly walking on the so-called minefield, and nothing had happened, and the partisans in front had already left quickly, Gilkochagin gritted his teeth: "Rush forward!" ”

Two legs still can't outrun a four-legged horse, and seeing that the partisans are about to flee, Gil Kochagin finally couldn't help it.

Along the S-shaped route, they have already run two kilometers, how many mines should be laid at such a distance? Three hundred? Five hundred? Gil Kochagin had a feeling of being deceived, where did the partisans get so many mines?

Pursue!

No longer bothering about the S-shaped footprints, they rushed straight up, stepping on the snow under their feet, until they rushed out of dozens of meters, and did not step on the mines.

Damn it! Cunning Afghan guerrillas! The Soviet soldiers, who were teased, couldn't hold back any longer, if they just stepped on this S-shaped minefield, they would have caught up!

Kryshevich chased the fastest, he overtook the people behind him by more than ten meters, and as long as he chased through the mountain pass in front, he could pick up his gun there and sweep over.

At this moment, Kryshevic felt a hard thing under his feet, and there was something so hard under the soft snow.

Is it a rock? Wrong! It's a mine!

Looking at the obvious traces around the snow here, someone must have walked by, and in an instant, Kryshevic knew that he had won the plan.

The minefields in front are all fake, and only the minefields here are real!

"Boom!" Just as Kryshevic stepped on it for two seconds, there was a loud bang under his feet.

With a loud bang, a stream of air rushed out from under his feet, and no pain was felt, only numbness, and Kryshevich saw his thighs fly.