Chapter 118: The Partisan's Katyusha

  Robust horses pulling equipment quickly pass through the removed roadblocks, here is a key transportation route of Bagram base, and Durrani must take risks to attack here.

  The battle went very smoothly, the heavy rain and muffled thunder covered up the gunfire, and the base in the distance was still asleep.

  A dozen rocket launchers quickly passed through here and continued moving forward. After walking another two kilometers, they stopped.

  The rocket launcher's range is eight point five kilometers, from here, just enough to attack the base over there, and also convenient for escape. Although before departure, Muhamaad left a command for Durrani, that in case of emergency, he could abandon these rocket launchers and ride horseback quickly to escape, but Durrani couldn't bear to part with these rocket launchers, they were the three treasures of guerrilla warfare! Last winter, just one rocket launcher destroyed a Soviet sentry post.

  A rocket artillery squad requires five people, but now Durrani's guerrilla team has only two people operating it. To increase the intensity of the attack, they brought all the rocket artillery with them.

  Now, these twenty rocket launchers are lined up in a row, with their rear support rods lowered, and they begin to load quickly.

  Another horse-drawn ammunition box was opened, and 107mm rockets were stuffed into the barrel. In the heavy rain, everyone was soaked to the skin, but they remained full of energy.

  In front of us is Bagram, an important military base for the Soviets in the north! Dozens of aircraft and several military camps are scattered all over this place!

  The focus of the attack was those aircraft, due to the limited hangars in the base, many precious fighter jets were parked on the apron despite the rain, and they became the first target of the attack.

  Dulani's big hand wiped the rainwater from his cheek, and he asked in a low voice, "Are you ready?"

  "Ready!" After a long period of training, they were able to operate these rocket launchers quickly.

  After a circle, Dulanani pulled his throat open: "Let the Soviet people know our strength! Release!"

  Boom. Boom boom. In the heavy rain, a cluster of flames burst out from the tail of the multi-barreled rocket launcher, and with the ignition of the rocket engine, the rocket shells flew out of the barrel and quickly shot forward.

  "Whoosh, whoosh." Cutting through the rain curtain, piercing the sky, a string of rockets flew towards the opposite side.

  Twelve-barreled rocket launchers will form a killing zone, covering an area of hundreds of square meters. Twenty rocket launchers are more than 200 rockets, enough to cover the entire apron!

  Night, still pitch black, only the tail flame of the rocket. Decorated the black sky. Rain, still falling. The rocket flew accurately in the heavy rain.

  "Boom!" The first rocket projectile, with a trail of flames, landed on the empty ground beside the apron. At the moment the warhead hit the ground, the entire warhead exploded instantly, and countless shrapnel splashed out.

  "Boom!" The second rocket flew just two or three meters away from a MiG-23. The fragments of the rocket hit the aluminum alloy skin of the MiG-23, and instantly the skin was riddled with countless holes.

  "Boom!" Another rocket hit a doe, accurately smashing into it. The doe was instantly surrounded by a large fire.

  The guerrilla fighters didn't have time to look at the scene covered by rockets. After the rockets in the rocket launcher were fired in sequence, they immediately started reloading.

  The Soviets were definitely caught off guard in the first round of fire and would absolutely not be able to launch a second attack, so Duranni seized this opportunity to at least shoot two rounds!

  Two people cooperated, one person picked up the rocket shells from the box and another stuffed them into the launch tube. They worked very quickly.

  Two minutes later, when they looked up, Bagram base had turned into a sea of flames.

  "Shift three mils to the right." Duranni yelled: "Target, Soviet military camp!"

  Muhammad inculcated the idea that if you have to hit, then hit the living forces of the Soviet Union. What are living forces? The people, for example, and their aircraft!

  What's the use of bombing a runway? After all, they can repair it after the bombing. Bombing an airplane, one costs several hundred million rubles; killing people, compensating for the death of one person will put a heavy burden on the Soviet Union.

  Seeing their base being bombed, the Soviets, after a brief confusion, quickly mobilized half of the troops stationed here to pursue and capture the guerrilla fighters who had suddenly appeared from nowhere, intending to inflict severe punishment on them!

  Just as they grabbed their weapons and rushed out into the rain in a daze after being startled awake, another round of rockets flew over.

  When they saw these rockets, everyone's eyes widened instantly, Katyusha!

  The guerrilla is a rebellious terrorist, they can only shoot a few rockets at most, but now it's like this, with hundreds of rockets covering the sky! And there are still more rockets coming from behind!

  After a brief moment of surprise, they immediately reacted: "Take cover!"

  The second wave of blows was coming towards them, they retreated back to their barracks, they wanted to find a safe place, but then the rocket shells smashed through the roof and fell among them.

  "Boom! Boom!" More than 200 rockets, more than 50 of which deviated from their targets, and the remaining 100 or so accurately hit the Soviet camp, immediately causing terrible casualties.

  "Quickly, retreat!" Dulan shouted.

  When they came, there were fifty horses, pulling twenty rocket launchers. The remaining thirty or so horses carried ammunition. Now the ammunition has been fired and the empty boxes have been discarded. The remaining rocket launchers are being quickly disassembled by the shooters.

  The 107 rocket artillery can be a sharp tool for guerrilla forces, with sufficient firepower and convenient mobility, easy to disassemble and assemble.

  Three sets of gun barrels were disassembled, with two sets placed on the back of a horse. The heavy rain cooled down the gun barrels, which had completely lost their heat. The weight of the two sets of gun barrels was much lighter than that of two ammunition boxes. After dismantling, the empty gun racks only consisted of two wheels and several steel beams, making them much lighter as well.

  The guerrilla pulled the horse and quickly disappeared in the heavy rain, the horse whinnied lightly and followed the guerrilla to retreat northward at a small run.

  The heavy rain continued to fall, and Bagram base was thrown into chaos.

  Normally, the base here is absolutely impossible to be ambushed by guerrillas. The sentry posts around are strictly guarded and will sound the alarm as soon as they encounter a situation. The patrol team inside the base will also rush over quickly. Moreover, the helicopters in the base often patrol around the base, and the surrounding area is absolutely safe.

  Now they have been neglected, and the city of Jalalabad has surrounded the guerrillas in northern Afghanistan, eliminating hundreds of them. The corpses scattered outside the city are the guerrillas that have been a headache for them!

  They can rest easy now, their defense has slackened, and due to the troops' mobilization, this place was originally empty, plus the heavy rain and dark night, everything made them suffer a disastrous loss.

  The next day in the afternoon, the heavy rain finally stopped. The water level of Kabul River rose by two to three meters high. Because the upstream is located in the mountainous area, many times the river water will surge violently, that is flood, breaking through the banks on both sides and rushing into the fields.

  Along with the raging river waters, a stunning piece of news reached Jalalabad: Bagram Air Base had been raided!

  Dorofeyev's face turned green as he listened to the signalman's report, and he simply didn't dare believe his ears. Could it be that the guerrillas had a magic trick, escaping from the encirclement and running hundreds of kilometers to launch a surprise attack on Bagram?

  That's impossible, which means there is another guerrilla force!

  Six MiG-23BNs, thirteen Il-76s and four Su-25s were destroyed. The remaining aircraft took shelter in the hangars, narrowly escaping destruction. Meanwhile, at a nearby base, more than 300 brave Soviet soldiers were blown to pieces by rockets, with over 200 wounded, nearly half of the battalion's garrison was lost.

  Such a loss was unbearable for Dorokhov, who would face the terrible wrath of Moscow. No matter how beautifully the battle in Dzhalarabad was fought, it could not cover up his mistake - over 500 soldiers were killed or wounded at once, which was the first time such a heavy loss had been suffered since the start of the war!

  "It's clear, there is another guerrilla team!" said Chief of Staff Belgrade: "Commander, we must mobilize a battalion, quickly reinforce, search for this guerrilla team and annihilate it!"

  Dorofeyev looked at him with a somewhat idiotic gaze: "We move the troops back, and halfway through, we'll waste five or six hours. Do you think the guerrillas will still be waiting for us there?"

  Of course not, the guerrillas had long since disappeared into the mountains, leaving no trace. Belgrade certainly knew this, but... what else could be done to salvage the situation? The outrage from Moscow would definitely implicate those present, who would become the scapegoat?

  "What are we going to do now?" Belgrade continued to ask, since the commander disagreed with his own opinion, then see if the commander had a better way.

  "Attack at once! Surround and annihilate the guerrilla band!" Dorofeyev exclaimed.

  Attack immediately? Today is the third day, and only three batches of Soviets have been released, totaling thirteen people. There are still eighteen Soviets temporarily controlled by the guerrillas, including Irina and the hospital director.

  If they attack in the past, the guerrilla inside will jump over the wall and may kill all those hostages.

  "Sir, doesn't this seem a bit off?" Belgrade said in a low voice.

  "Victory, we have only one thorough victory to report to Moscow." Dorofeev said: "This is necessary! Order the soldiers, within half an hour, make combat preparations, and after half an hour, all troops will enter the encirclement circle, prepare for street fighting! Note that every Afghan can be a guerrilla!"