"Allahu Akoba!"

Although the higher authorities had issued alerts to the recent guerrilla attacks, the Soviet soldiers in the camp were inevitably a little flustered when the sound of rocket explosions and battle cries echoed through the valley outside the Sailfish outposts.

"Captain, Captain!"

Wearing a helmet and wearing a Goka combat uniform, the sergeant of the Airborne Corps strode to a semi-underground bunker in the corner of the base with an AK74 assault rifle, and was about to knock on the door, and then the door was pulled open.

Immediately, Captain Balalaika, who was also wearing a hooded Goka combat uniform, walked out of the room with his beloved SVD.

"How's it going?"

"Not good!"

The sergeant followed closely behind the trotting captain, and the two came to the walled bunker on the side of the base, where at this moment about twenty Soviet soldiers had gathered, in addition to the elite VDV airborne troops, there were also some ordinary infantrymen.

"The sentinels saw about three hundred men, but there should be more, they were charging from the west and east sides of the valley, the enemy's artillery positions should be on the high ground to the north, they had rocket artillery and mortars.........

Hearing the brief briefing on the enemy's situation, Balalaika's face flashed with a hint of self-deprecation.

"These guys really think of us!"

"Probably using us as an important base!"

The Soviet infantry captain on the side said with a wry smile.

The Sailfish outpost is not really very important, and the permanent force here is only two platoons, and they are the guard post of Kabul's western passage, responsible for the security of the two roads and a bridge that pass through it.

After being transferred to the 40th Army in Afghanistan, Balalaika's company was assigned to the 76th Airborne Division, and then was assigned to the Sailfish outpost by his superiors to deal with a possible attack.

They were just sent here by Mi-8 helicopters yesterday, and many of them slept for less than six hours before being woken up by the explosion.

At this moment, the outpost, which resembles a triangle and a pentagon, is being attacked from all sides.

The eastern and western roads of the post were now full of Afghan guerrillas running, and the northern and southern slopes were also active by guerrillas.

The Soviet soldiers in the camp were all in battle at this moment, the enemy was five or six times more numerous than them, and no one dared to take it lightly, and all the fire equipment that the camp had began to operate.

Although there were less than 150 Soviet soldiers in Sailfish Camp, the firepower here was quite luxurious, with a complete walled trench bunker, a large number of heavy machine guns and automatic grenade launchers, a full eight 120mm heavy mortars in the center of the camp, and a combat warehouse with sufficient ammunition and food stored more than ten meters deep in the ground.

In the center of the camp, there is also a large helicopter landing field, which can take off and land all types of helicopters.

But now the place became the main area of coverage for the long-range fire of the partisans, and almost two-thirds of the rocket artillery and mortars were hailed on the concrete tarmac.

Although the partisans did not know much about helicopter tactics, they knew that helicopters needed a stable place for take-off and landing, so in order to prevent the Soviet soldiers in the base from getting reinforcements, they attacked there as soon as possible.

Balalaika reported to the regimental headquarters immediately after the attack, but then they learned a rather bad news.

From Kabul to Faizabad in the north to Kandahar in the south, there have been massive armed attacks across Afghanistan.

Especially in several southern provinces, Afghan guerrillas have somehow gathered tens of thousands of troops to try to launch a counteroffensive towards the cities.

As a result, elite airborne troops were mobilized to travel around as fire brigades to support the besieged strongholds, and the Sailfish outpost at Balalaika was currently on its own, as a large military base not far from them was currently engaged with about 6,000 guerrillas, where tanks and armoured vehicles would not be able to come to support until at least the next day.

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It had long been expected that the reinforcements he hoped for would not be able to leave in time, but Balalaika was still a little disappointed, after all, how could the invincible Soviet army become like this?

However, contrary to Balalaika's expectations, the guerrillas besieging the outpost, although fierce, did not actually inflict much casualties on the camp, because the guerrilla soldiers, or the cannon fodder of the guerrillas, were not qualified soldiers at all.

They launched wave after wave of swarm charges on both sides of the hill and road, each time a full dozen men shouted and rushed with weapons raised.

Then, knocked to the ground by countless machine guns and automatic grenade launchers on the road, the ferocious fire of the Soviets seemed to be an insurmountable peak in front of the charging partisans, no matter how many casualties were inflicted, but no one could overcome them.

Less than an hour after the attack began, the guerrillas lost more than 200 lives around the outpost, but even so, the besieging guerrillas continued to be reduced in the slightest, and they continued to launch mortar bombardment and rocket artillery bombardment under the leadership of their commanders, and then after the bombardment was over, they continued to come forward to send people to their heads, chanting slogans.

"Don't stop the mortars, don't stop! Keep blasting north!"

The Soviet commander who was stationed here was stupid, he had never seen such a tactic of hitting the mace with his head, and the guerrillas seemed to be intending to exhaust the ammunition on the position, and they came in waves like the waves of the sea.

The mortar in the camp had overheated, but the enemy's charge did not stop in the slightest, and the partisan soldiers could be said to have no tactical skills other than to shoot and charge, and they even stood on the open ground and fired at the Soviet troops on the defensive line.

"Are these guys taking any medicine?"

The Soviet soldiers, who were busy firing and shooting, were also bitter, and they were so desperate that they could not get more bullet casings than the surface of their feet, even the Germans in the Stalingrad period were not so crazy.

"These guys have been brainwashed by religion, and they feel that dying here in battle is a relief, the only way to go to heaven!"

The airborne soldier next to him explained while changing the bullet chain of the PK that had finished firing.

"Therefore, it doesn't make sense to reason with them, you can only send them to their god with bullets, which is the most correct way to communicate!"

"Then they only know that this is how to die, this is not a battle, it is a massacre!"