The important thing? Didn't you just say that retreat is the most important thing? As the captain of this guerrilla force, Hewaja originally made his own decisions about the qiē operation, and he really couldn't think of anything more important.

"Take out all the grenades in the tank and take them away." "Hurry up, pay attention, as long as grenades, armor-piercing and armor-piercing shells are useless," said Mhammad. ”

Carrying a tank shell? Hevaja was also a little puzzled: "Your Excellency, we can't move the tank guns away, what do we want those shells for?" ”

"Naturally, it's useful, you'll know when you go back." As he spoke, he had already run into the tank that had overturned because of the large rocks, and only this tank was intact, and the other one, even if there was no explosion, could not be touched inside.

The hatch of the tank was open, and Mhammad was very familiar with the tank, and although the posture of the tank was not suitable now, he shrank down and got through the hatch on the turret.

The ammunition base of the T-62 tank is forty rounds, and in general, only seventeen grenades are equipped, plus just used, it would be nice to have fifteen rounds.

Thinking so, Muhammad pulled a shell out of the tank of the front rack.

Yes, it's a grenade!

"Next!" Mhammad handed the grenade out of the turret hatch.

Outside, Durranny was already there.

Seeing the two of them busy, Hewaja shook his head, and still signaled to several guerrillas, who followed and carried the shells that Durrani had picked up.

What's the use of having this shell unless there is artillery?

Despite thinking so, they still carried it.

The shells are heavy, carry at most one.

Inside the turret, however, shells were constantly being handed out.

Inside, Mhammad smiled, earned, really earned.

Inside this tank, there were actually thirty grenades! Thirty rounds!

Mhammad pulled out one, just smiled, pulled out another one, laughed again, until the last few were pointed armor-piercing shells, he had already figured it out, in Afghanistan, the guerrillas did not have heavy weapons, let alone tanks, therefore, even if there were armor-piercing shells, there was no use, or grenades were affordable, with a long range and great power.

These grenades are even more useful for yourself!

Mhamad smiled and got out of the turret of the tank, and saw the guerrillas around him, all of whom were bitter-faced, with their own weapons and a grenade, very reluctantly.

"What about these two captives?" One of the partisans asked.

Originally, he was escorting the captive, but now, he also carried a grenade. Almost all the partisans carried tank shells that they thought were useless.

Khwaja looked at the two Soviets, who, with their steel machines, had set foot on the soil of Afghanistan, they were invaders!

They do a lot of evil, they crush the Afghans with tanks, these people are executioners!

Now, since you can't take them away, simply, solve it on the spot!

Thinking of this, a murderous aura appeared in Hewaja's eyes.

The two tankmen escaped from the overturned tank, which had been abandoned, and they stayed there to die.

However, by the time they got out, the guerrillas had already approached, and two tank men had been killed, and if they had not surrendered, they would have been killed.

The eyes of these two people were full of fear, and when they came to Afghanistan, although they could not speak, they could more or less understand some Pashto.

Moreover, in this case, even if there is a language barrier, you can see something in the eyes of the other person.

"We are the armored corps of the 3rd Battalion and 1st Company of the 117th Regiment of the 108th Division of the 40th Army, and now, we have become prisoners, and we ask to abide by the Geneva Convention!" One of the Soviet tank captives was bold and said to the man in front of him.

"What are you talking about?" With a smile on his face, Hewaja asked the two of them, but in his hand, he took out a saber.

Although the use of bullets is more painful, however, Khwaja likes to use a saber many times, feeling the pleasure of stabbing the other party in the body, and in front of his eyes, he shows the scene of his compatriots falling under the Soviet tank.

Hevaja's hand, raised high, and the sword shining brightly, was about to fall.

"Wait!" Mhammad said.

How is it and so on? Hewaja looked at Mhammad on the side, and at this time, he already had some dislike for this man who was very good at fighting.

It's like there is already a naked beauty in front of her, the ** under her crotch has been raised high, and she is about to go straight to the point with a gun, but the director told her to stop, watching the island country movie is very cool, who can understand how the island country actor is forbearing.

"Just now they said they want us to abide by the Geneva Conventions." Mhammad said.

"What bullshit convention, I just know, these people are our enemies, they all deserve to die!" Hewaja said.

Durrani on the side was also very curious, this instructor really couldn't guess what he was thinking.

"No, of course these people deserve to die, but they don't deserve to die at our hands." Mhammad said, "Captain Hewaja, can you give these two to me?" ”

Over to you? Can you bring it? Hewaja did not believe that if one person took two prisoners, he would lose the captives if he did not do it well.

But what does it mean that Mhammad said that these people do not deserve to die at our hands? Besides, these prisoners had also escaped from the destroyed tank, and without Mhammad, they would not have been able to capture them.

Thinking of this, Hewaja said, "Okay, then I'll leave it to you." ”

"Hold these two people here first, I also need you to send a few team members to arrange it with me." Mhammad said.

What exactly is this going to set up? Hewaja suddenly became interested, called out to the two, followed Mhammad personally, and walked over.

The speed was very fast, almost ten minutes, and Hewaja came again, but by this time, his face was already full of smiles, and he seemed to have seen some pleasing picture.

"Escort them to the past." Khvaja pointed to two Soviet prisoners.

The two Soviet prisoners looked at each other with trepidation. They follow one foot deep and one foot shallow, and what awaits them is an unknown fate.

Right next to their overturned tank, there was Mhammad, beckoning to them.

"Come on, come here!" In fluent Russian, Mhammad said: "You are here, waiting for your men to come and pick you up." ”

In this world, Mhammad does not speak Russian, but Mhammad, who has crossed over, has all the memories of Hua Dongjie, in his previous life, because he sometimes held joint exercises with the Russian army, and he needed to be familiar with the use of a lot of Russian imported equipment, so he also learned Russian. In addition to Russian, he is fluent in English and Chinese.

How could there be such kindness? It's impossible to think about. The two even felt that the Afghan in front of them must have bad intentions.

"Come, sit down!" Mhammad said.

Before the two captives could react, Hewaja, with a pair of strong arms, pressed them to their seats.

And while they were sitting, Mhammad, who was on the side, seemed to move quickly under their butts.

Then he sat down on the ground, except for the land, and seemed to feel something strange on his ass. It must have been the guy who just shoved it under his ass quickly.

It's like an iron lump, with an iron piece on it, and it hurts in the butt, so let's move it.

"Don't move, under your buttocks, there's a crushing mine, and if you move, you'll be crushed." Mhammad said, his words full of ridicule.

Under the ass, sat a pressure mine? Hearing Mhammad's words, all of a sudden, as if sitting on a red-hot iron plate, the two of them reflexively wanted to get up.

However, the buttocks of the two did not leave the piece of iron, and they were held down vigorously by the hands of Mhammad and Hewaja.

If you're going to die, you'll have to wait until we're gone before you raise your ass.

As soon as the two of them pressed, the two captives reacted, and sweat came out of their faces.

"Have a great time here! Your helpers will be there soon. Mhammad waved happily to the two men, and then, following the guerrillas of Khwaja, walked briskly.

Although the two captives were not tied up with ropes and were not injured, did they dare to move?

Mhammad really wants to see a good show, but unfortunately, he has to go, with the strength of this guerrilla force, it's okay to sneak attack a lone Soviet, if you encounter reinforcements from the Soviets again, it will be you who will lose.

Seeing these people disappear, the hearts of the two captives trembled, and after nearly an hour passed, one of the captives said: "Hey, Markov, you say, under our butts, is it a pressure mine that sits?" ”

"What do you say?" By this time both of them had calmed down a bit, and Markov asked: "Ilyich, you have served in the infantry before, you should be familiar with this mine. ”

"I don't think we're sitting on a landmine." Ilyich said: "Those guerrillas, who don't even have enough bullets, where can there be such a weapon as mines? ”

"What's that?" Markov asked.

"I think, it's like a grenade, yes, it's a grenade!" Ilyich gritted his teeth and said, he thought back to the time just now, when he was forcibly pressed, the other guy moved so insidiously under his ass, in fact, it was to pull the safety pin of the grenade, and then let himself sit on the grenade.

Yes, that's it! I just want to scare myself!

"Grenade? So let's raise our butts and throw the grenade out again, isn't that okay? Markov asked.

"Our people are coming." Just then, Ilyich heard a distant roar.

ps: Thank you for the tips of the three friends in black, Xiaobai, the autumn wind and the falling leaves, and the burning panda!