Chapter 678: My name is Magnetic Stick!

"Ali, we're all up to you!"

"I know, my mother's illness, please leave it to you, and my sister, please ask the imam to tell her a good family, and I must not let the boy next door Ibrahim succeed!"

"I know, don't worry, my sister will be handed over to me!"

"Good! With a big brother like you, I'm relieved!"

"That's not what I'm talking about, forget it, there's no time!"

On the other side of the road, next to a small car, which is quite rare in Afghanistan, a man in a white robe is surrounded by other people, hugging and hugging, kissing and touching, I don't know if it is a same-sex party, in fact, this is making a final goodbye.

At this moment, hundreds of their troops had fallen under the guns of the Soviets, and although there was still a steady stream of soldiers on the way, the leader of the guerrillas wanted to open the breakthrough, not give away the heads, and seeing that the sea of people was hopeless, he suddenly remembered a tactic he had heard in the Pakistani training camp.

According to the instructor who taught the tactics, this tactic is extremely harmful, but correspondingly, to carry it out, it requires an executor who can sacrifice himself, and the one who can do this is a brave and fearless Arab warrior!

For this, the commander agreed very much, for example, now, he just said it casually, and immediately a young man with a higher education stood up.

When the goodbye was over, the young man named Ali turned to look at his colleague who was inspecting the car and the explosives in it.

The latter gave Ali a short handle with a wire attached to it with great admiration.

"When the time comes, all you have to do is press this button!"

"Got it!"

Ali nodded, and got into the car.

At this moment, Balalaika is inspecting the defense of the base, and her VDV subordinates have performed well in defensive battles, almost 70% of the results are created by VDV, which is not to say that ordinary Soviet soldiers are bad.

In fact, those ordinary Soviet soldiers are also veterans who have received complete military training and have served for several years, and their combat effectiveness will not be much worse.

But compared with the Airborne Forces, there is still a big gap, take the combat response speed as an example, when ordinary Soviet soldiers rushed into the fortifications with weapons, the Airborne Forces had already finished the first magazine and began to replace the ammunition.

And even after the battle to this day, there are many ordinary Soviet soldiers who are still wearing sea soul shirts and not wearing coats, which is not how heroic they are, in fact, many people were still in bed at the time, and they did not have time to put on their clothes before they went into battle.

And now, taking advantage of the gap between battles, Balalaika is urging these guys to put on their equipment again, after all, whether there is a coat or not, there is still some important protection, those flying stone bullets, as well as flame scorching, etc., can generally have some protection.

In addition, there are fortifications damaged by mortar and rocket fire from the guerrillas, which will also be urgently repaired between battles.

And when the Soviets were busy, Ali drove a small car to appear at the end of the road very abruptly, and then drove towards the base at great speed.

When the vigilant Soviet soldiers saw the car, their first reaction was naturally not a car bomb attack, because they had not encountered such a thing, and the soldiers thought that it was a civilian who was about to run away, so naturally they did not open fire, but prepared to report to Balalaika, who commanded the battle.

The latter was still on the other side of the base, and immediately rushed over after hearing the report.

Naturally, the captain had not experienced any car bomb attacks, but the soldier's instinct told her that something was wrong, and she held up the SVD to observe the driver, but because of the reflection, she couldn't see the situation in the car at all.

Seeing that the car was only about 200 meters away from the base, the captain ordered a warning shot, and then a soldier picked up an AK74 and hit the sky, but the car not only did not stop, but accelerated.

"Kill him!"

The lieutenant immediately reacted, there must be something wrong with the car, and then two PK machine guns fired wildly at the car, and the bullets instantly splashed the car in flames, even the car

's windshield was also instantly devastated.

And Ali, who was sitting in the car, was even more trembling by the bullets, and blood was splashed everywhere.

At this time, his car was still dozens of meters away from the base, but the car engine had been scrapped, white smoke began to emit, and the tires of the car were also damaged, and he could not move forward, so Ali could only use his last strength to press the detonator.

Subsequently, dozens of kilograms of explosives loaded in the car were detonated on the spot.

The huge shock wave generated by the explosion directly swept away a group of Soviet soldiers dozens of meters away, and their noses and faces were swollen due to the flying debris.

Even the captain's face was scratched by splinters, and blood instantly stained half of her face.

"Captain!"

The men were lifted by the captain, who had been thrown out for several meters, and the latter coughed several times before he regained his breath.

Before she had time to clean the dust from her body, Balalaika sat up from the ground.

"What's going on?"

"The self-detonating car, you and your brothers were so close, and they were swept away by the shockwave!"

"What about casualties?"

"Seven serious injuries and sixteen minor injuries!"

Although the self-detonating truck created a huge crater of more than ten meters, most of the blast power was absorbed by the strong fortifications, so the Soviet soldiers hiding in the bunkers did not die directly, but the wounded were indispensable, and a few unlucky people were blown out, their heads were broken and bleeding, and even their bones were broken, and they are now wailing on the ground.

There are also people who have been shot by gravel, the wound is extremely tragic, although it is not fatal, but the pain is indispensable, it is comparable to being shot by a steel ball of a landmine, and it must be operated on to take it out, which is very miserable.

A concussion like Balalaika's fall, and then a dozen scratches on his face and body, which are considered minor injuries.

"Damn bastards!"

Balalaika waited for the medic to treat her wounds, and scolded the other commander with a cigarette in her mouth.

"What's wrong with these guys? How would you use such a tactic?"

The Soviet officer on the side looked incredulous.

"What's possible, those mercenaries taught you!"

Balalaika stomped out the cigarette butt and said.

"As far as I know, mercenaries operating in Angola and Chad like to use this trick, they will recruit locals to do this work, and they can buy a life for very little money!"

"Now they've got it to Afghanistan!"

The Soviet officer looked at the column of smoke rising in the distance with a headache.

"Damn, we'd better report this situation quickly, otherwise it won't be good for other brother units to encounter it!"