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A huge rock is sliding down the hillside, and if you look at the direction in which it is falling, it is likely to hit you.

"Dodge!" Askov shouted, his body nimbly flashing behind the stone beside him.

All the Soviet soldiers were hiding, after all, such a big stone, if it hit the body, would definitely be crushed into a patty.

James and Laval looked at each other, and the two stood up despite their arms tied, and this was their only chance. Almost without hesitation, the two of them shook off their feet and ran down the hill.

"The captives have run away!"

"Chase!"

"Don't shoot!" At this time, Askov saw that his men raised their guns and wanted to shoot, and immediately spoke out to stop them, these two captives know a lot of secrets, especially one of them is still an American, and if they are handed over to the KGB, they can get a lot of useful information, anyway, they are tied with their arms, they can't run fast at all, and they can easily catch up.

With his arms tied, his two arms couldn't maintain his body's balance, and he was originally swaying from side to side when he ran, plus this was a hillside, James and Lamele had just run a dozen steps, and their feet were crooked, and they fell to the ground.

This fell, the bodies of the two of them were uncontrollable, and they rolled on the hillside, their bodies constantly colliding with the stones on the hillside, knocking their noses and faces swollen, and their bodies were full of wounds.

The Soviets in the back chased forward in great strides, and the two of them rolled down like this, and when they reached the bottom of the hillside, they must have fallen unconscious.

"Da, da." At this moment, gunshots were heard overhead, and with the sound of gunfire, several Soviet soldiers fell to the ground.

There is an ambush overhead! Askov turned his head to look back, and saw several partisans rushing down from the top of the mountain.

What to do? If they stop and engage these guerrillas, the two captives will escape, but if they do not fight, they risk being wiped out.

No matter what the battle, the condescending ones will have the upper hand, and now, those guerrillas rushing down the hillside, are like a rainbow.

Askov was still hesitating, when a Soviet soldier next to him said: "Look, what is that?" ”

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves was heard, and in the snowy valley, another cavalry rushed out, skillfully steering their horses on horseback while picking up AKM rifles in one hand.

"Da-da-da-da." The bullet flew, and as soon as Askov bent down and lowered his head, the bullet almost grazed his head, and flew towards the hillside behind.

Surrounded by yourself! When the riders below and the partisans above flanked him, Askov had no possibility of counterattacking, and he immediately shouted: "Retreat!" ”

As a soldier of the proudest reconnaissance company, Askov is brave, but he also knows that at this time, he must not be reckless, and the slightest mistake is death.

Just as Askov gave the order, the soldiers around him continued to decrease, Askov ran sideways to the other side of the mountain, those tactics of alternating cover, were useless, and when he ran out of a few tens of meters, he was the only one left around.

"Dah." Another bullet flew, and Askov felt a pain in his calf, and his knee bent and he half-knelt on the ground.

continued to drag his calves and walked more than ten meters, and the sound of horses' hooves came from behind him.

"Smack." The whip struck Askov on the back, and Askov let out a terrible cry of pain and fell to the ground.

Beside him, countless figures appeared, and Askov was surrounded.

"Boom, boom." At this moment, there was a roar overhead, and the battle here was discovered by the flying gyga, and the pilot of the hind turned the fuselage and saw that in the valley in front of him, two guerrillas appeared!

Just in time!

"Weapons, tuned to rockets, covered shots!" The pilot of the helicopter said, pulling the lever and flying in that direction.

In front of helicopter gunships, the Afghan guerrillas are lambs to the slaughter.

The helicopter was flying over at a rapid pace, and at the same time, under the short wings on both sides, the rockets were ready for launch.

The weapons operator pressed the reticle of the rocket accurately between the men, and he was very surprised to find that these guerrillas reacted differently when they saw them.

The guerrillas could not compete with the helicopters, so when the helicopters came, they almost immediately scattered and fled, and now, these guerrillas, all stayed there, did not separate, did not escape, as if they were going to be targets there.

No, there is a problem! The weapon operator zoomed in on the image in the sight, and finally found that at the front of the partisans, there was a man covered in blood, that person, wearing a Soviet military uniform, he could almost read the brief on the shoulders of the guy, a corporal squad leader!

They took one of their own warriors prisoner! The weapon operator gritted his teeth in anger, damn the indigenous Afghans!

The life of every Soviet soldier is precious, and even though the Soviet soldier is now captured, they cannot be bombarded with the Soviet soldier.

"Pull up, hover over it, call the reconnaissance company." Now, the weapon operator said, the only option in front of them was to follow the guerrilla force, and at the same time call Gil Kochakin's team over and let Gil Kochakin's company come to the rescue.

These guerrillas are all small-scale, and Gil Kochakin's company can completely eliminate this guerrilla force, and the mission of Gil Kochagin's visit this time is to exterminate the guerrillas, and his own helicopter is only here to pick up people.

"Hind calls reconnaissance company, hind calls reconnaissance company." The weapon operator sets the radio to the outside and starts calling.

There was a cacophony of voices in the headphones, and the signal in the mountains of Afghanistan was so bad that it was often not called.

The weapons operator looked out in frustration, as they flew past the side of the guerrillas.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, his breathing became rapid, and even his cry was anxious: "Quick, pull up!" Nine o'clock, missile! ”

Damn it! Afghan guerrillas have portable missiles!

As for the weapons and equipment of the Afghan guerrillas, the Soviet side has been observing, and they do not believe in any way that the Afghan guerrillas will have advanced portable missiles.

And now, this weapon operator can almost always see the guerrillas carrying portable missiles, see the missile flying out of the launch canister, see the missile in an arc in the air, a real missile!

The pilot immediately pulled the total moment lever, the engine at the top roared, and the helicopter was pulling up rapidly.

Suddenly, the helicopter shook and followed, as if it had exhausted its last strength, and began to sink downward.

The Pamirs are cold and windy in winter, and in this valley, the wind blows even harder, and the pilot's violent maneuvering makes the helicopter completely out of control.

The helicopter began to sink while the fuselage involuntarily rotated, and once it was in this state, it was difficult to get out of it.

The pilot was still trying, pushing the lever hard, his eyes looking at the spinning world in front of him.

"Boom!" At that moment, a violent explosion was heard overhead.

The portable missile, which flew over, hit the engine under the helicopter's rotor with precision, and the engine on one side was damaged and smoke came out.

The helicopter was already difficult to operate, but now the engine has been damaged, and the whole helicopter has accelerated and crashed towards the valley below.

"Boom!" When the helicopter collided with the ground, there was a violent explosion, and the entire helicopter was in flames.

Looking at the hind, Mhammad calmed down and unloaded his shoulders.

When the helicopter flew in, Mhammad knew that it was an emergency, although he had this Stinger missile in his hand, but the helicopter fired rockets from a distance, and he might not be able to hit accurately, and as long as the other side fired, he would cause huge casualties here.

Ride away immediately? Neither does it with a motocross bike! If you see too clearly in the sky, once you start to run away, you will fall into passivity.

Mhammad looked at the captives of the Soviets, who had just been captured, gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

Put the Soviet prisoners in front of your own people and stay like that!

Mhammad was betting that the Soviets would not dare to fire on their own people, otherwise, strict military law awaited them.

Sure enough, Mhammad bet right, seeing that the hind was ready to fire, and finally actually died down, turned to one side, just exposed the side with the largest projection area, and he carried the Stinger missile with dexterity, aimed, and shot!

The hind fell, and the stone in Mhammad's heart fell.

The stone that had tumbled from the top of the hill also landed not far from them, and on one side of the stone, Lamal's eyes were full of adoration.

The flaunting helicopter, in the eyes of these people, is simply vulnerable, looking at these people, they just stood there straight, waiting for the helicopter to attack, and scared the helicopter away, and moreover, a rocket was launched, and the helicopter was knocked down.

When did you think of your guerrilla team?

"Brother, your arm is wounded, I'll bandage you." Ramal heard a voice in his ear and looked up to see a young Afghan guerrilla.

Osama extended a hand of friendship to Lamal, who did not reach out, but looked at the Soviet prisoner with hatred.

The Soviets wiped out all his partisans, more than thirty people, and only he was alive, and he wanted revenge!

"How about we skin this guy?" In Ramal's ears, the friendly mention of the people around him came again.