Chapter 122: Missile and Rocket Bomb

  The convoy continued to move forward, the tense nerves gradually relaxing, they were about to leave the valley, with so many high guns guarding them, the guerrillas did not dare to come and find trouble for them.

  The Soviet sergeant in the self-propelled gun on the Shile River could no longer bear it, opened the hatch, and this rumbling iron lump was too hot, the air mixed with the smell of diesel fuel made him feel very uncomfortable.

  He opened the hatch, a gust of cool mountain wind blew into the cabin, and he suddenly felt exhilarated. He finally couldn't help it, risking being shot by snipers, he exposed his head.

  Both sides are high mountains, and there is only a road in the valley. This kind of terrain is a nightmare for every warrior, and every time they walk through it, it feels like they have just escaped from the god of death.

  Fortunately, this time passed safely, just when the Soviet squad leader relaxed, his eyes suddenly sharpened.

  In the distance, white smoke rose from the mountain slope, and with the white smoke, missiles flew in one after another.

  Not bad, it's indeed a missile! That is a portable anti-tank missile launcher!

  Damn it!

  "Get ready for battle!" The Soviet squad leader shouted, and was about to dive into the self-propelled gun.

  Just then, a huge impact came from his head, and a blood-red appeared in front of him, followed by, he lost consciousness.

  A bullet hit his head accurately, and his body fell on the car body with blood flowing down.

  Men, get ready for battle! The incoming missiles were discovered in time by Soviet soldiers who operated the anti-aircraft guns and turned them towards the direction of the incoming missiles.

  The anti-aircraft gun on the high cannon truck, two operators are quickly turning the handle, turning towards the direction of the incoming missile. The Shilka self-propelled anti-aircraft gun relies on its hydraulic drive turret to rapidly rotate. Although it is unrealistic to use a hail of bullets to shoot down missiles, later generations of dense arrays have a higher probability of interception, even with fully automatic quadruple-barreled Shilka guns, the success rate of interception is not high.

  However, the anti-tank missiles of this era were not actively guided. Either they relied on the gunner using a control stick to operate manually like a radio-controlled aircraft, or the gunner had to continuously aim at the target and let the laser beam point at the target to provide guidance information for the missile in a semi-active guidance mode.

  In short, as long as you fire in the direction of the shooter's position and take out those shooters, the threat of these missiles will immediately disappear.

  Although they had just relaxed a bit, after receiving the warning, they immediately launched a counterattack.

  Just then, a whistling sound came from afar, and the warriors on the exposed high cannon truck turned their heads towards the whistling sound, instantly shocked and pale.

  Rocket!

  Right in front of the mountain pass, rocket shells with flames trailing behind them came flying over one after another. At least two rocket launchers were firing!

  The rockets were uncontrolled, and if they had fallen there would have been terrible casualties. So they almost instinctively turned their guns around and fired in the direction from which the rockets came.

  "Boom, boom!" Countless 23mm caliber anti-aircraft guns fired into the sky. A barrage of bullets formed a curtain, trying to intercept those rockets.

  Just then, an anti-tank missile flew in.

  One anti-tank missile easily penetrated the turret of a Shilka self-propelled gun, its anti-tank warhead. It can tear through the frontal armor of a T-72, the thin armor of a self-propelled gun is no match for it.

  "Boom!" Under the attack of the TOW missile, this self-propelled gun instantly burst into flames in the explosion and turned into a pile of scrap iron.

  One by one, the howitzers were hit by missiles and turned into fireballs. At the same time, those rockets had also arrived.

  It was a moment of terror for everyone, those rockets flying in from the sky were like a rain of death, everywhere was a sea of fire, vehicles that were directly hit by rockets were immediately overturned, and those nearby were also hit by shrapnel, Soviet soldiers screamed and howled.

  After the rocket attack was over, the entire convoy had only a dozen or so unscathed Soviet soldiers left, who looked fearfully at the guerrilla fighters rushing down from the hillside, their only choice being to raise their hands.

  Half an hour later, a Su-24 from Tajikistan finally arrived, leaving it with only the still-smoking wreckage of vehicles.

  "Our recent battles have been going smoothly." said Durrani from a distant mountain, Muhammad listened.

  "We must be on high alert," Mohammad said. "The Soviets still have air superiority, Bagram Air Base is about to return to normal, and our activities can no longer be so close to the southern passes."

  Dulani nodded, during this time Dulani led the second regiment in mountainous areas to fight guerrilla warfare, while continuously expanding. The current second regiment has expanded to 2,000 people.

  Each time they acted, Durrani let the old warriors take the lead while bringing new soldiers to let them quickly get familiar with combat. The guerrilla force developed vigorously.

  The more frequent the battles, the greater the consumption of ammunition, and it is not enough to rely solely on captured weapons. Every time the three battalions bring in their guns, they are almost completely consumed on the battlefield.

  "Yes." Dulaney said: "Instructor, we've consumed some anti-tank missiles this time. When do you think the next batch will be delivered to us?"

  Anti-tank missiles! The cost is not cheap either. In the Afghan guerrilla, it's often used to hit trucks. One anti-tank missile can buy a dozen or so trucks. Even if the wealthy and powerful US keeps providing these weapons to the guerrillas, they still can't afford it.

  However, in a battle like the one just now, it is impossible for the guerrilla troops to get close to the RPG's range. Those brutal high cannons will take the lives of the guerrilla troops, so the guerrilla troops can only use anti-tank missiles to destroy them in order to minimize casualties.

  It's time to head to Baisheva, to complain to the bar owner Bowell, and tell him how tough the battle is here.

  "This matter, I will arrange," Muhamed said: "Lead the troops to move north and prepare to ambush the next batch of Soviet transport convoys."

  Durrani left with his troops, and Muhammad said to his men: "Let's go back to Jalalabad."

  Muhammad's men were all riding horses, coming and going freely.

  Upon hearing Muhammad's order, Osama said: "Sir, since you've come all the way to Panjshir Valley, won't you go see Laila?"

  Lily had been working with the Red Cross, and she set up a hospital in the town of Zaysia in the Panjshir Valley. The hospital became the hospital for the Afghan Freedom Fighters, where Dr. Harid and several other doctors worked. Lily never concealed her feelings for Mohammad, and almost everyone in the unit had long considered Lily to be Mohammad's woman.

  When Osama mentioned Lilith, Muhammad remembered the girl who had been quietly supporting him from behind, although she was a bit sticky. When he led his men to be trapped in Jalalabad, Lilith even thought of rushing into Jalalabad alone and rescuing Muhammad.

  She's a good girl. Although Muhammad had never actually fallen for this girl, he also knew that he couldn't let Lili keep making sacrifices like this.

  "Alright, we'll stay in Jersey for tonight and set off again tomorrow," Muhammad said.

  "Yes." Osama smiled, turning his horse around. "Muhamed Khan is so big now and still hasn't married, look at himself, his son is several years old already. Tonight, I must bring about Muhemed Khan's good fortune!

  The cavalry rushed to Zaisiya, a remote place that was not on the main road, so there were few Soviet troops coming here, and all around were the eyes of the Afghan Freedom Army, very safe.

  The horses galloped along the mountain path and soon a small town appeared in front of them.

  The town is surrounded by great mountains and appears peaceful and serene.

  Muhammad rode his horse forward, at this time, he suddenly had a kind of urgent feeling, wanting to see Lilith.

  Just then, a horseman came up quickly from behind and when he was riding abreast of Muhammad, said to him: "Muhammad Sahib, there is an urgent telegram from Bokhara; please go to Bokhara."

  Muhammad established a regular army, the Free Army, with three regiments that could communicate with each other by wireless and also had wireless contact with Peshawar.

  Let yourself go to Baishawu? What's wrong? Muhammad stopped his horse.

  "Sir, we are approaching Jersey," Osama said beside Muhammad.

  "Next time." Muhammad sighed: "I'm going to Peshawar. During my absence, all major legions should be careful and prevent the Soviet counterattack."

  Baisahe, what's the hurry to find yourself? What important matter is there? Muhammad thought about all sorts of possibilities in his heart, but still couldn't figure it out. The Afghan resistance against the Soviet Union was gradually becoming regularized, and the Soviet logistics supply line was almost completely cut off by themselves. They had done a great job, could it be that they wanted to give themselves an award?

  …………

  "Sayyaf, our armed forces are now reduced to just over a hundred men!" In the Jalozai refugee camp in Peshawar, a man with a large beard shouted angrily inside a tent.

  "That's right, that Mohammad was just an instructor, how did he manage to seize all our armed forces?" Another person said: "Gulbuddin, that Mohammad was only sent as an instructor for a guerrilla unit of the Afghan Islamic Association under your command, he has overstepped his bounds!"

  "Yes, they broke away from us and formed something called the Afghan Freedom Army. Now everyone in the country knows the name of the Freedom Army but no one knows our alliance!"

  Abdul Rasul Sayyaf, the leader of the Islamic Union of Mujahideen of Afghanistan, gazed coldly at the people around him.