As long as the foot does not move, the mine will not explode, and even some special means can be used, such as suddenly freezing the mine under your feet, or when you let it go, waiting for the thing to fly and hitting it with a baseball bat, these are the most thrilling episodes common in TV dramas.

It's a pity that in a real battle, there will be no such scenario at all, and not a single mine will so stupidly wait for the person who steps on it to be removed.

There are two types of mines: press-fired mines, which explode as soon as they are stepped on, and loose-haired mines, which will explode only after they are released.

Loosening the mine, it doesn't mean that it's okay to step on it, there is a time-delay device on it, even if the foot is not released, as long as the time is up, it will explode. For example, what Kryshevich is stepping on now is a loose mine.

After a delay of two seconds, the mine exploded, which is typical of loose mines, and when the momentary numbness disappeared, the nerves resumed signaling again, and suddenly, a sharp pain took over Kryshevich's brain.

Hurt! It hurt heartbreakingly, it hurt heartbreakingly, and although Kryshevich was a steel warrior, he still let out a dull voice: "Ah..."

"Boom, boom!" At this moment, the rest of the Soviet soldiers also unfortunately stepped on the mine, and the severed limbs and arms that were blown up flew into the air.

Hit the trick!

The Afghan guerrillas did not have many mines in their hands, and at this time, these mines played a huge role.

From the moment he entered the valley, Mhammad asked the riders to perform an S-shaped maneuver, so that when the Soviets behind saw it, they would immediately know that there was something strange ahead.

They will follow their own route and move cautiously, but when they follow for hundreds of meters, they will find that they have been fooled, and there are no mines here!

Unless it is an aircraft mine, how can there be such a large minefield? When they find out that they have been fooled, the Soviets will become bold, since there are no mines at all, why take this crooked path, why not just chase it?

At the same time, Mhammad was forced to do so.

Minelaying needs to be integrated with the surrounding environment so that it will not be discovered, and there is snow everywhere here, and if you walk on it, you will leave traces, and if you place a minefield as soon as you enter the valley, then the Soviets will definitely find out.

It is only when they are out of breath that they do not notice the messy footprints on the snow where the mines have been laid out when they are completely out of breath, when the awareness of the minefield is completely wrong.

Hearing the explosion from behind, the cavalry, who had already reached the end of the valley, turned back one after another, and now, it was time to encircle and annihilate the Soviets!

A company, nearly a hundred Soviets, chased after Mhammad's squad of a dozen people, in a vain attempt to catch the executioners and skin them in the same way.

What attracted the Soviets to run in this direction regardless of a single thing, in addition to the proper tactics of Mhammad, also the behavior of Lamal completely infuriated the Soviets, and when they saw their comrades being skinned, they lost their minds.

The explosion of the mine was a signal, and on both sides of the mountain, gunshots rang out one after another.

"Da-da

In addition to the dozen or so people who remained in the station, the remaining Afghan guerrillas were dispatched, and in terms of numbers, they were not inferior, especially the condescending, Soviet soldiers in the valley were simply live targets.

"It's all aimed at fighting!" Hewaja said, "Don't waste bullets! ”

Some of the new partisans, ambushing the Soviets for the first time, were so excited that the entire magazine was empty, although the ammunition was supported by the Americans, and it was not easy to transport it, so it could not be wasted.

After saying that, Khwaja put his eyes on the scope, pressed the reticle on the body of a Soviet soldier, and then pulled the trigger.

"Dah." A bullet flew out of the SVD sniper rifle, and the Soviet soldier in the scope suddenly spurted blood from his head and fell to the ground.

Jirkotchakin's body is constantly jumping, and on the battlefield, only by constantly changing his position will he be able to prevent being hit by bullets.

Fooled, this valley is bare, there is not even a stone, and Gil Kochagin knows that regretting it now is not the way to go, he must bring back this army of his own.

On the high slopes on both sides, nearly 100 guerrillas were ambushed, and this was an encirclement.

You can't go in front, there is a minefield in front, even if you pass, there is still the cavalry waiting for you just now, you can't go on both sides, there are mountains on both sides, even if you lead people to rush up, it will end up being the end of the whole army.

I can only retreat, retreat from the road I came from, leave the valley here, leave this ambush circle!

"Cross-cover, retreat!" Jir Kochagin said.

"Da-da-da-da." A machine gunner, with a machine gun in his hand, shot at the high posts on both sides, and just after firing a few bullets, his body was shocked, and he fell.

The machine gun was thrown aside, and Gilkochagin bent down, picked up the machine gun, and with this machine gun, he took it and fired it towards the position of the heavy machine gun that swept the most violently on the hillside on one side.

The machine gun roared in his hand, the bullets flew, and when countless projectiles poured past, the person behind the machine gun on the opposite side could be seen, suddenly tilting his head and falling backwards.

The heavy machine gun was the most threatening, and after taking it out, the Soviet soldiers suddenly felt the pressure relieved, and they took their weapons and retreated while firing at the slopes on either side.

It was a failed operation, and the cunning of the Afghan guerrillas was much beyond the imagination of Jir Kochakin, and now, looking at the corpses that were constantly left around and listening to the screams of his own fighters in pain, Jir Kochakin's eyes were red.

"Instructor, the Soviets are running away!" Seeing that the Soviets in the valley had left countless corpses behind and were retreating towards the other end of the valley, Durrani couldn't help but say to Mhammad.

If you can't completely encircle and annihilate these Soviets, you can't count it as a complete victory! Following Mhammad and winning victory after victory, all the people began to gain self-confidence, driving away the Soviets, not a complete victory, annihilating them all, this is enough fun!

"They can't escape." Muhammad said, "Osama, are you ready?" ”

"Ready." Osama replied to Mhammad.

In front of Osama, five 107 rockets were placed, and Osama quickly placed them, glued the leads, and held the batteries and wires in his hands.

"Launch!" Following Mhammad's order, Osama connected the wires with the batteries.

"Boom, boom, boom!" With a pleasant sound, the tails of the five rockets, all dragging tongues of fire, flew towards the opposite side.

Rocket! When he saw the flying things dragging the tongues of fire, Jirkokchagin was suddenly shocked, these rockets flew among them, and the debris exploded, which would injure more people.

"Lie down!" Jir Kochagin shouted.

The Soviet soldiers lay on the ground in unison, and despite the desperate situation, they were still well trained.

The rockets, trailing tail flames, flew over their heads.

The accuracy is so poor, these Afghan guerrillas, simply cannot effectively operate these rockets! Especially since they don't even have a rocket launcher, they can only fire with their bare hands, which is really bad!

As he thought about it, Gilkochagin quickly stood up, and just as he was about to continue running backwards, he heard a loud explosion at the mouth of the valley behind.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Five rockets flew by, exploding on the opposite side of the valley.

All the rockets hit the top of a mountain, and as the rockets exploded, the stones on them rolled down with a clatter.

This mountain peak, which was originally very abrupt, has now been blown up by a rocket, and the upper half of the stone has been loosened.

Watching those stones fall, Jirkochagin was suddenly shocked, damn the Afghan guerrillas, too cunning!

The falling stones blocked the mouth of the valley, and there was no way to retreat!

These arrangements of the Afghan guerrillas are actually trying to completely annihilate their own side!

Jir Kochakin's mind went blank.

The sound of gunfire continued to echo around him, and the soldiers continued to fall, and the Soviet troops, surrounded on three sides and blocked from the rear, were completely lambs to the slaughter.

Heavy machine guns, light machine guns, automatic rifles, the sound of firing was heard incessantly.

"Rush up the hill!" Gilkochagin let out a new cry, at this time, he had no choice, as a fighting people, even if he died standing up, he could not be a prisoner!

It's even more terrible to be a captive, and Askov is a living example of this.

There were only two dozen Soviet soldiers left, their bodies jumping and rushing towards the hillside with agility.

"Aim and shoot!" Khwaja shouted to the soldiers around him, and when he found the Soviet soldiers rushing up the hill on this side, some of the partisans could no longer hold their breath.

After shouting, Khwaja put his eyes back on the scope again, and Khwaja could kill all of these two dozen or so Soviets by himself.

Increasingly, Hevaja found that he was better suited to be a sniper than a commander.

A commander must have keen insight, precise judgment, and even speculation like an unpredictable prophet, and Hewaja admires Mhammad so much.

At this time, Mhammad stood quietly at the mouth of the valley, looking at the Soviet soldiers who were struggling to the last of his heart, and picked up his cigarette roll.

When these Soviet soldiers followed their ass, their fate was sealed.

Taking a deep breath, Mhammad felt a man looking at him, and turned his head to see that it was Lamal.

"It's time to bandage your wounds." Mhammad said to Lamal: "I still have some medicine in my station, will you go back to the station with me to bandage it?" ”

"Lord Mhammad, allow me to join your guerrillas!" Ramal placed his right hand on his chest and bent down towards Mhammad.