Chapter 108 Entering the City District

  This is a complete trap, the Soviet Union made a false appearance of empty troops, allowing the guerrillas to step in boldly, and the Soviet Union had been waiting for a long time.

  The 117th Regiment had long been fully equipped and one night, half of the troops quietly returned.

  The outer road junction was the first line of defense for the Soviets, they planned to rely on the outer defensive line to thoroughly defeat the guerrillas, they did it, the fog did not become their obstacle, but instead allowed them to successfully block the Afghan guerrillas, if Muhammad hadn't led his men to destroy the tanks and armored vehicles, the guerrillas would have been completely wiped out.

  Even now, the guerrilla force has suffered heavy losses. More than a thousand people set out, but only over 400 are left now. They were rescued from the firepower of the armored troops with the support of the Jalalabad guerrilla force and have lost their will to fight, wanting to retreat. Muhammad's order has been passed down.

  Charge, charge into Jalalabad!

  Are you still going in? Going in is simply seeking death. The Soviets have long been prepared and are waiting for them to jump into the net!

  The guerrilla forces of Jalalabad faithfully executed the orders of Muhammad, breaking through the Soviet armored vehicles' defense line and continuing to advance forward. The other guerrilla forces following behind them saw them charge up and again gathered courage to follow suit. There were also a few guerrilla forces who had been frightened by the fighting and retreated towards the rear of the battlefield.

  "Rumble, rumble." The distant sound of a massive engine rumbled, the guerrilla troops retreated backwards. They had already left the battlefield and were about to dive into the mountains.

  Just then, the terrifying roar entered their ears. They looked up in terror and saw the dense helicopter formation in the sky.

  How many? At least more than twenty! Seeing the vast formation of Mi-26 helicopters, five in a row, flying over from Bagram, they were even more shocked.

  Helicopters are the guerrillas' archenemy. In mountainous regions, they can still take advantage of special terrain to escape. But here, they have no countermeasures at all.

  They could only spread their legs apart and continue running forward quickly, trying to run into the mountains.

  "Boom, boom." Two helicopters' short wings, a burst of green smoke emerged. Flames flew over, one by one rocket shells, from the rocket launcher nest, poured out and exploded in the crowd of guerrillas.

  Bodies were blown into the sky, countless guerrilla fighters wailed in agony, and survivors became even more terrified.

  The helicopter pilots flew low over the battlefield, firing their forward machine guns continuously in all directions, watching as the guerrilla fighters ran in terror. But they were mercilessly cut down by bullets, making it look like a game.

  Soon there were no guerrillas left standing. They all lay outside Jalalabad.

  Street fighting! Street fighting! What Muhammad was most worried about was that after rushing into the city, they would engage in a fierce and confusing battle with the Soviets. The guerrilla fighters were only familiar with mountain warfare and not with street fighting. Even a ruin could be an enemy's stronghold.

  When the helicopter's roar came from behind, Muhammad's anxiety grew even more. The Soviets had arrived faster than he had anticipated, it seemed they had taken off from Bagram just as the fog was starting to clear and had flown here just in time for it to completely disperse.

  This attack was too strange, there must be a leak! The Soviets got all the movements of the guerrillas, this time the action, the Soviet harvest is too big, they almost wiped out all the guerrillas, the only ones left are these hundreds of people brought by themselves, including Muhamed's own guerrilla team, the number did not exceed 500 people.

  The resistance forces have lost nearly half of their strength. This last bit of strength must be preserved! Muhammad made his way through the streets, secretly making up his mind.

  If the Soviets were to set up an ambush in the buildings on both sides, our side would suffer heavy losses if we went through. Muhammad could only move forward cautiously, but after walking halfway down the street, he still hadn't encountered a single Soviet.

  What's going on? What kind of tactic is this from the Soviet side? Muhamed felt that he really couldn't see through the mind of the opposing commander. If it were him, apart from the armored vehicles on the periphery, he would definitely set up several more defensive lines inside to fight a war of attrition with the advancing enemy and completely tie them down.

  Why did the Soviet people react so slowly?

  Suddenly, Muhammad realized that since the Soviets had guessed that the guerrillas would come to attack and set up layers of traps on the outskirts, relying on the advantages of armored vehicles and tanks to kill a large number of guerrillas, it was not necessarily necessary to adopt street fighting tactics in the urban area.

  When the guerrilla troops come in, they must control the key departments, such as military camps, government buildings, and radio stations. As long as they are waiting there, it will be enough. Those places are still individual strong fortresses. These hundreds of guerrillas, one charge, were eliminated cleanly.

  A detachment of Soviet troops, in fact, there were not many people, to guard the entire Jalalabad city, absolutely would not divide troops to fight alley battles.

  Although there are still government troops, in this case, the combat effectiveness of the government troops is almost equal to zero.

  In the distance, the sound of a doe's voice was heard. Muhammad knew that he had to find a suitable place before the Soviet forces eliminated the guerrilla fighters who were retreating from the perimeter. Several hours later, reinforcements would arrive in Kabul and Bagram, and he only had a few hours to act.

  "Charge ahead!" Muhammad shouted "Forward!"

  Just after turning the corner, a BMP infantry fighting vehicle appeared in front of him. Neither side had expected to encounter each other so quickly. As the BMP rotated its turret and prepared to fire, Herman, who was running, suddenly placed the 54-style heavy machine gun he was carrying on a nearby earth wall.

  The heavy machine gun originally captured by Herman has been destroyed, and he is now using a 12.7mm caliber heavy machine gun produced in an Eastern country supported by the Americans, which can be used to shoot down aircraft when raised and infantry when laid flat, a powerful weapon for the guerrilla force.

  Moreover, this machine gun has strong armor-piercing capability, and its bullets can easily penetrate 20mm thick armor steel plate at a distance of 100 meters. Using it to attack the BMP's weak armor is just perfect.

  The other side hadn't fired yet, but Herman's machine gun had already spat out a tongue of flame.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." Just a few rounds had been fired, the gun body began to shift, Herman just picked up this machine gun, the tripod was carried by guerrillas behind.

  Only the first two bullets hit the target, and suddenly, a black smoke burst out from the right side of the BMP infantry fighting vehicle, and the engine was ignited!

  The turret's power also came from the engine, and as the engine was destroyed, the turret stopped before it could even turn around.

  Behind them, a Soviet soldier jumped out of the rear hatch, crouching down and using an infantry fighting vehicle as cover to launch an attack on them.

  "Here I am!" A voice sounded in Herman's ear, an unknown guerrilla fighter squatted beside Herman, shouldering the gun barrel and holding it tightly with both hands.

  "Fire!" the warrior shouted.

  Herman didn't hesitate, nor did he have time to, and continued to pull the trigger, this time the muzzle no longer jumping, 12.7mm bullets flying over, the infantry fighting vehicle on the opposite side was riddled with holes.

  The few Soviet soldiers hiding behind, knowing they couldn't withstand the shooting of this machine gun, wanted to leave from behind the infantry fighting vehicle where they were hiding. As soon as they came out, they were hit by bullets and fell down with a miserable cry.

  "Charge!" Herman picked up the machine gun and followed the others forward, just as he got it to his shoulder, he couldn't help but furrow his brow, the barrel was already hot from firing, scorching his shoulder. He took another look, at the soldier who had been using the machine gun leg, the clothes on his shoulder were scorched and stuck together, underneath, you could see the blisters that had formed from the burns.

  "Charge!" The guerrilla didn't even furrow his brow, raised his own AKM rifle and charged forward.

  Herman gritted his teeth, although the machine gun on his shoulder was scorching hot, he still carried the machine gun and ran forward fiercely.

  The Afghan guerrillas are invincible!

  As he turned the corner, Muhammad's heart leapt with joy - Military Hospital!

  "Fahim, set up a defensive perimeter on the outskirts, within 200 meters around the hospital, turn it all into our trench warfare position! Main streets, lay mines for me!" Muhammad shouted "The rest of you, follow me and charge in, take control of this place!"

  This is the hospital of the Soviet 117th Regiment, but the one guarding the gate is actually a government soldier! This is simply too good an opportunity! When Muhammad scanned this place with his eyes, he knew that this was his temporary base.

  "Dada dada..." Muhammad and others who were rushing to the front, skillfully dodged one side of the building while advancing, and began to attack the hospital.

  When they found out that the guerrillas were charging, the government soldiers suddenly became tense. There were no tanks or armored vehicles here, only two machine gun positions.

  The machine gunner was extremely tense, pulled the trigger, and bullets shot towards the direction of the guerrilla.

  The bullet hit the low wall, dust flew everywhere, but then the machine gun on one side fell silent.

  A bullet suddenly flew in from somewhere, passing through the machine gunner's forehead and flying out of the back of his head, white brain matter mixed with blood flowing onto the machine gun.

  The deputy next to him saw the miserable state of the machine gunner and didn't dare to move the machine gun again, but instead retreated towards the back.

  "Boom!" From the street corner, an RPG rocket flew out and headed straight for the machine gun position on the other side.

  This uncontrolled rocket shell had a very high accuracy, with an arc, and happened to hit the interior of the machine gun position.

  "Boom!" Along with the machine gun, two government soldiers were blown over.

  "Charge!" Muhammad shouted.

  The guerrilla troops jumped up.