ps: ps: Thanks to my friend for the tip from Sarajevo in 1993! Add two more chapters, the highest - the battle of the tide!

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The mountain roads in Afghanistan are difficult to navigate, so in the interior of the mountains, there is no electricity supply at all, and those transmission lines cannot be erected from the high mountains, which is too costly. As a headquarters, it needs a lot of electricity, so this place is powered by a power generation vehicle.

The bright lights here contrast with the rest of the place, making it easy to conclude that this is the headquarters.

In the darkness, Mhammad gestured to his men, who crouched silently, waiting.

Mhammad took Fahim, slowly approaching from the corner of the wall, guarding the headquarters, probably a platoon of troops, after all, the perimeter defense is already very tight, and the place here is not big, there are so many people that they can't even stand.

There were the most people guarding the gate, and next to the wagon, there were only two sentries standing, and the two sentries were holding their guns, their heads bowed, and their helmets covering their heads.

Sure enough, it's sleeping! Mhammad walked slowly through the dark walls.

Step after step, the two of them, Mhammad and Fahim, suddenly jumped around, hid behind the generator car, and then, slowly, approached the two Soviet soldiers.

With the shiny saber in his hand, Mhammad slowly stretched out his left hand from behind and suddenly covered the mouth of the tall Soviet soldier, who woke up suddenly, and just wanted to struggle, his chest hurt.

Mhammad's right hand had already plunged the saber into his chest. When the saber pierced, there was a gurgling sound in the opponent's throat, and then, with a twist of Mhammad's right hand, the saber completely stirred a large hole in the opponent's chest.

The other's body softened, and Mhammad dragged the other with his arm. Dragged the other party into the dark shadow of the power generation car.

Fahim also cleanly took out the other sentry, and he watched as Mhammad jumped into the generator at a rapid pace.

The high-power diesel engine drove a three-phase generator, and looking at the four output wires, three live wires, and one neutral wire on the stout generator, Mhammad had a new idea.

Originally, it was intended to destroy the generator and make the other party lose power, but now. Mhammad had a better choice, he pulled the thinnest power line, pulled it hard, and the connection on it was not very tight, and was ripped off by Mhammad, and followed, and went up to a terminal next to him.

Three-phase generator, three thick wires are live wires. A thin wire is the neutral wire, and between the two live wires is a voltage of 380 volts. There is a voltage of 220 volts between the live wire and the neutral line, and the user uses a 220 volt voltage of a live wire and a neutral wire.

Inside the headquarters, a 200-watt light bulb hangs from the roof. The room was lit up, and a row of radios was working in an orderly manner.

Suddenly, the light bulb overhead went black, and the sudden darkness made everyone uncomfortable. Almost subconsciously, they turned their heads and looked at the light bulb above them.

The light bulb brightened again in an instant, and this brightness exceeded the brightness just now in this instant, and then, "bang", the light bulb made a soft sound.

Countless shards of glass emanated from the position of the light bulb, and several of the closest Soviets suddenly screamed.

The bulb uses 220 volt power supply, when the voltage exceeds 250 volts, the filament will be burned out instantly, when it exceeds 300 volts, the hot tungsten melt will drip onto the glass at the lower end of the bulb, making a snort, the glass will be burned out of a hole, and more than 350 volts, a large amount of heat accumulated in a short period of time, will completely make the bulb become a bomb, the glass will instantly collapse, fly to all directions, although the power can not be compared to the grenade, but, this sudden situation, will catch people off guard.

At the same time, the radios began to smoke in an instant.

"Logistics soldiers!" Kulikov shouted: "Power failure, quickly restore the power supply." ”

At this moment, Kulikov knew that there was a problem with the power supply system, that it was a power supply accident, caused by the unstable voltage of the generator, and with his shout, two technicians in the room ran out.

"Da-da." Just then, gunshots were heard outside.

After Mhammad used a generator to destroy the electrical equipment, he jumped from the generator and pulled the trigger.

With the sound of gunfire, the two Soviet soldiers who were on the roof of the house were shot and fell from above.

The sound of gunfire was the signal, and in the darkness, Osama picked up his AKM rifle and pulled the trigger at the Soviet soldier standing guard opposite.

The bullets swept by like a storm, and the Soviet sentry, who was caught off guard, was immediately hit by the fierce bullets and fell down screaming.

The Soviet machine gunner on the roof reacted, lay on the roof, pulled the bolt, and the machine gun in his hand made a clattering sound, and a shuttle of bullets swept in the direction of Osama and others.

Suddenly, his body trembled, there was already a hole in his head, and the machine gun in his hand was weakly let go.

In the distance, on the house, Khwaja continued to turn the barrel of the gun, aiming at the next target, for him, these Soviets in front of him were lambs to the slaughter.

Shot after shot, Soviet soldiers facing attacks in the dark, unaware that there was a sniper in the distance, who was constantly plundering their lives.

After killing the opponent's machine gun, the pressure of the guerrillas was suddenly reduced, and Osama and the others rushed out of their hiding place and rushed into the courtyard in a few steps.

As soon as he jumped into the courtyard, Osama's body shrank back sharply.

"Da-da-da-da." Tongues of fire came out of the windows, and the people inside reacted in an instant and began to occupy the fortified room to resist, they only needed to hold out for a minute, or even only tens of seconds, and the Soviet soldiers, who heard the gunshots, would come from all directions.

Damn guerrillas, they actually got into the town and tried in vain to attack their own headquarters! Hiding behind a solid brick wall, Kulikov calmly commanded the battle.

The room was filled with command staff, mostly unarmed, only a few armed with pistols, and the only automatic weapon was the AK-74s of two guards, who hid behind the windows and fired incessantly at the Afghan guerrillas who jumped in outside.

Although they were attacked by a sneak attack, their response was so fast, and after several years of fighting on the battlefield in Afghanistan, the 108th Division had been honed.

The Soviet soldiers guarding outside the town were quickly returning to help, and Osama and the others had even heard messy footsteps in the distance.

"Grenade!" Osama shouted, pulled out a grenade, pulled the tab, and threw it inside.

The head was very high, and the grenade flew over the fence and rolled in through the window.

In a small space, the power of the grenade explosion will increase, and the flying shrapnel will kill many people inside.

Kulikov heard the gurgling sound, looked down and was taken aback.

"Grenade!" Kulikov shouted: "Dodge! ”

The room was so big that you would have to be injured wherever you dodged, and just as Kulikov shouted and retreated, a radio soldier ran up and covered the grenade with his own body.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded, and all the shrapnel pierced the wireless soldier's body, and with the air flow of the explosion, his body flew almost half a meter high, and he fell down heavily when he stepped on it.

"Covic!" Kulikov shouted that if it weren't for the young warrior, the people in the room would have fallen in large pieces.

Kulikov's eyes turned blood-red, he ran to the window in a few steps, and with his pistol, he kept shooting outside.

Damn guerrillas! Kulikov was furious.

"If you can't rush in, we'll retreat!" "If we don't leave," Lamelle shouted, "we will be surrounded." ”

Unexpectedly, the resistance of the Soviets would be so strong, and listening to the footsteps in the distance getting closer and closer, Lamel's heart began to feel a little anxious.

"Even if they all die in battle, they must kill the command of the Soviets!" Hearing Lamal say that he was going to retreat, Osama immediately looked stern: "For the sake of holy war, we are not afraid of death!" We are definitely not deserters! ”

Instructor Mhammad told us that only by protecting ourselves can we destroy the enemy! Lamal wanted to say this, but he didn't, and the people around him were casting disdainful glances at him.

"For the sake of jihad, rush in!" Osama said, picking up his gun and about to rush in through the door again, where bullets flew in.

"Buzz, buzz." At that moment, the roar of the engine was heard behind him.

Turning their heads back, the first thing they saw was the back of a truck, which was driving backwards at this time, very fast, and the driver was so crazy!

If you don't dodge, maybe the next moment, you will be knocked to the ground and run under the wheels.

Just when Osama was in a dilemma, a shout came from the car: "Get in the car!" ”

The other party did not speak Russian, pure Afghan, and the partisans suddenly rejoiced in their hearts, it was Fahim!

"Quick, retreat!" At this time, Osama no longer insisted, he only listened to Mhammad's orders, and now it was Fahim who was in the car, and the one who started the car must be Mhammad!

The barefoot guerrillas stepped on the stone-paved road and ran quickly in the direction of the truck, which stopped with a thud.

At the corner of the street, a group of Soviet soldiers had already appeared, and when they saw the situation here, they immediately crouched down, formed a battle formation, and held their AK-74 rifles, and were about to shoot here.

"Quick, fire!" Mhammad's voice came from the cab.

"Understood." At this time, Fahim, who was sitting on the body of the truck, had a smile on his face, and in front of him was a twin-mounted 23-mm anti-aircraft gun! (To be continued......)