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Chapter 117: Sudden Attack on Bagram

  Chapter 117: Sneak Attack on Bagram

  In order not to arouse the suspicion of the Soviet soldiers, when coming out from the encirclement, Aka brought nothing with him and had no weapon. Therefore, he could only use a stone to get rid of this following Soviet soldier, fortunately, the guy slept soundly enough.

  Aga changed direction and ran north, following the route Muhamed had told him. After daybreak, he ran for half a day more before finally finding his own troops, a small detachment of fifty men led by Durrani.

  More than 50 war horses, at this time, there were no riders on the horseback, but behind the horses, they pulled a two-wheeled small cart, and on the cart, there were more than ten pipes.

  107mm rocket launcher! This rocket launcher can be combined arbitrarily, four tubes, eight tubes, twelve tubes, volume and weight are moderate, now, pulled by horses, it can move forward on mountain roads without much effort.

  There were twenty such rocket carts, and the rest of the horses carried boxes of rockets.

  This was all the guerrilla's war horses, which were left to Durrani, entering the city for battle, and the horses had no use.

  Hearing footsteps behind him, Duranni turned his head and saw Aga rushing over.

  "What? The instructor is surrounded by the Soviets?" Duranni's face immediately became tense when he heard this, the instructor took the rest of the team and left, Duranni followed the instructor's orders and began to maneuver westward, he thought the instructor could complete the predetermined task as before, and rescue those guerrillas.

  Now, the instructor was trapped in Jalalabad and surrounded by two regiments of Soviet troops.

  "We'll go to Jalalabad immediately and rescue the instructor!" Ramail said, following him. He had now fully integrated into this guerrilla team and knew that Mohammad was the soul of this guerrilla team. If Mohammad were to have an accident, this guerrilla team would collapse.

  "No, when I arrived, the instructor repeatedly emphasized that we cannot go to Jalalabad, but rather to Bagram. No matter how many troops are there, we need to go to Bagram!" Aga said: "The Soviet advantage lies in their strong air power, we must launch a surprise attack on Bagram!"

  Surprise attack on Bagram! Before parting with Mohammad, Mohammad had mentioned it to him, and it was only after accepting Mohammad's order that Durrani led his troops to maneuver westward.

  And now, Aga is confirming Muhamed's order, it must be fast! It must be ruthless!

  These fifty men are mainly operating these rocket launchers. With the continuous support of the Americans, Muhammad's guerrilla force now has twenty rocket launchers. Even if they only fire once, those rockets flying through the sky will turn Bagram into a sea of flames.

  Previously, Mohammad had the idea of raiding Bagram. It was the garrison for the entire Soviet army in northern Afghanistan, the headquarters of the 108th Division. Moreover, it was also a base for the Soviet air force, and Soviet warplanes took off from here to fly freely over Afghanistan, those Su-25s brought great casualties to the guerrillas.

  Unfortunately, Muhammad had no opportunity, Bagram was heavily guarded and even if a successful raid were possible, withdrawal would have been impossible.

  But now it's different. The main force of Bagram has been transferred to Jalalabad, and only half a regiment of Soviet troops is left there, making it much easier to launch a surprise attack than before.

  When the 108th Division was excited to think that they had trapped the main force of the guerrillas and would completely quell the rebellion in the north, they did not know that their old nest had been emptied.

  What an opportunity!

  Muhammad also made a very determined decision to send this small team of fifty people to raid Bagram, and he was also convinced that this was the best solution to break the siege of Jalalabad.

  Releasing the prisoners and civilians in batches is just a delay! Mkhamed intends to release them in ten batches, which will take ten days, so let the Soviets wait.

  Surprise attack on Bagram! This news instantly boosted everyone's morale, for them, Bagram was more significant than Kabul.

  The rugged mountain road cannot stop the footsteps of the guerrilla team, pulling war horses and looking at those rocket artillery and rocket shells boxes, they are filled with infinite power.

  Trekking in mountainous areas requires more physical strength and endurance than walking on flat plains.

  Especially when there was only one mountain left, a crackling sound came from above.

  Dark clouds enveloped the entire northern Afghanistan, after a few muffled thunderclaps, heavy rain poured down.

  Afghanistan has not seen such heavy rainfall in three years, it is a drought-prone and arid landlocked country.

  The heavy rain hit their bodies and faces, the raindrops even stung a bit. They had no rain gear, and the only oilcloth they had was draped over the warhorses' backs.

  "Hiss, hiss..." The war horse was neighing, pulling hard on the rocket artillery behind it. Normally light, the rocket artillery had become unusually heavy at this moment, and one of its wheels had sunk into the muddy ground.

  When several guerrillas lifted up the rocket artillery with their bodies all wet and muddy, they felt somewhat exhausted.

  "Hold on, hold on!" Durrani shouted: "The heavy rain is the best gift for us! At this time, the Soviets must be hiding in their fortifications, and no one will notice us! And besides, our retreat in the rain will leave no trace! Hold on, we will definitely succeed in raiding Bagram! Mr. Mohammad is waiting for us!"

  At the mention of Muhammad's name, everyone suddenly regained their vitality. Now, their own actions were related to Muhammad's safety!

  They pulled the horses and kept moving forward.

  The rain made this afternoon extremely cold, but their hearts were on fire.

  "Damn rain!" A sentry in the watchtower gazed out at the pouring rain, cursing incessantly.

  This is an outpost on the outskirts of Bagram Base, still 10 kilometers away from Bagram. Normally, they are quite tight in defending here, after all, Afghan guerrillas are everywhere, and the Jalalabad field airport was destroyed by guerrillas, so they must be vigilant at all times.

  Normally, a platoon of soldiers would be stationed here, but after a battalion was transferred away from here, the troops were in short supply. Moreover, all the guerrilla units had been surrounded in Jalalabad and the surroundings were very secure, so only an infantry squad was left to guard this place.

  They were supposed to be stationed at the roadblock outside, but on a rainy day like this, no one wanted to stay outside and get soaked. They all hid inside the sentry post, where several of them had already fallen asleep with their rifles in their arms.

  Next to the roadblock, there was a BMP infantry fighting vehicle. The two men who stayed on the vehicle were also bored listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the armor outside. This weather is too terrible.

  The engine was running, they had to be ready at all times, but outside it was raining, and inside the engine was rumbling loudly, sweltering, finally, the driver shut off the engine.

  Everything was quiet, and I felt a little urinary urgency in the lower body. The driver said to the conductor at the back of the car: "No way, we have to get down and relieve ourselves."

  Unknowingly, he had been waiting in the iron cabin for three or four hours. The driver was anxious and opened the hatch, feeling the raindrops falling heavily, and jumped out agilely.

  He wore a raincoat over his uniform, so he didn't have to worry about getting wet, but the ground below was already muddy and he didn't want to jump down, with mud all over his military boots.

  He stepped on the front armor, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled out what was inside. A hot stream gushed out from inside, feeling comfortable and refreshing!

  A few raindrops fell on the crotch of his pants, he didn't feel anything, happily finished, he shook twice, planning to put it back.

  Just then, he felt something under his feet, grabbed his ankle and followed, and he stood unsteadily, falling from above.

  "Ah." His anguished cry lasted only 0.1 seconds, as his body slid down and a sharp pain shot through his neck, his trachea already severed.

  He wanted to speak, but couldn't get the words out. He wanted to breathe, but all he got was icy rainwater that flowed through his fractured trachea into his stomach, unbearably cold. He coughed violently, with fresh blood constantly gushing from his mouth...

  Lamai had just hidden beside the armored vehicle, worrying about how to get rid of the people inside without exposing himself. Just then, the driver got out by himself. Lamai was delighted, thinking that as long as the opponent came down, he could easily take care of him. But unexpectedly, this guy didn't even want to come down and just stood on top of the armored vehicle, pretending to be tough. Lamai had no choice but to riskily use his powerful arm to pull the driver's ankle, and coincidentally, the driver lost his balance and fell off. Lamai swiftly raised his knife and easily killed him with a military knife.

  "Konstantin, how careless you are!" The hatch of the turret behind also opened, and the car leader came out: "How can you stand on our tank in vain!"

  He emerged from the turret and looked down to see that the driver's body was shaking violently, with blood flowing continuously from his neck.

  His body was about to shrink back into the turret quickly, a person had climbed up from the rear of the vehicle and grabbed his neck from behind.

  The trainmaster struggled, trying to pull out the pistol from his waist, but it was too late, a bayonet had already been thrust into his back.

  "Damn Soviet devils!" Ramai whispered: "Two more of my brothers have been avenged!"

  "Take action!" Seeing that Lamaila had succeeded, Dulani, who was hiding next to the sentry post, said to a few people beside him.

  "Bang!" Another muffled thunderclap, mixed with the sound of gunfire, the door to the sentry post was kicked open, and Dulan's gun fired fiercely.

  "Rat-a-tat..." With the sound of gunfire, all the Soviet soldiers inside the outpost fell down. They were caught off guard and had no time to react.

  "Clear the way!" Duranni yelled: "Get our gear over here!"

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