Chapter Eleven: Qamaras

  The driver didn't have time to think much, his left foot stepped on the clutch, and his right hand pushed a short operating lever forward with force.

  "Pfft." Along with a hissing sound of compressed air, the front gear box transmitted a slight vibration.

  This Kamaz truck is the main transport vehicle of the 40th Army, this truck has six thick tires, usually only driven by the rear wheels, which is more fuel-efficient.

  But if it is in mountainous areas or difficult road sections, as long as the operation lever is operated and connected to the differential lock, it will become four-wheel drive with good off-road capability.

  Now, both front and rear roads are blocked. If you want to escape quickly, you can only drive off the highway and escape from the land below.

  It's okay, this isn't the valley where the tank was ambushed last time. It can only hold one tank at a time and although it's steep on both sides, trucks can still pass through easily.

  After hooking up the front drive, Kama became a four-wheel-drive off-road beast. The driver floored it and released the clutch.

  "Vroom, vroom." The engine in front roared, the thick tires rotated, and Kamas almost rolled down the highway, then rushed forward.

  Tossing and turning, tossing and turning, without stopping. Even so, Long Weikuo is still urging, hurry up, hurry up!

  They were moving forward, at this time, the space for turning around was not enough, and it would also waste time. So, although Viktor did not give an order, the driver knew that their only way to survive now was to hurry up and leave here, run to the sentry post.

  The guerrilla force didn't dare to provoke them at the sentry post.

  At this time, the back was a sea of fire everywhere, and the front was unbearable to look at. Looking at the overturned BMP infantry fighting vehicle, Viktor knew that only these few people had survived this time.

  Jump off the truck and fight these guerrillas? That's a combat unit's job, they're just transport troops, hurry up and run!

  "Rattle, rattle." As the wheels bounced up and down, the chassis was withstanding a tremendous impact. The Soviet truck's sturdy construction was being put to the ultimate test, and even the finest Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle from the West would probably have broken down in this situation.

  Karmas kept going forward. Behind him, several guerrillas followed closely, like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey.

  On the hillside, a sniper adjusted his breath, steadily holding the SVD sniper rifle, following the movement of the car, and then pulled the trigger.

  The clear sound of the hammer striking the primer entered the ears, followed by a "bang", and a bullet flew out of the barrel.

  The bullet whizzed through the air and lodged itself in the tire of this Kamaz truck.

  Khawaja knew Muhammad's tactics, so he deliberately left the truck, but had to stop it, so he could only choose to shoot at the tires of the truck.

  Generally, once a truck tire is hit by a bullet, it will immediately lose air and the vehicle will become uncontrollable, definitely coming to a stop. At that time, it's when our side captures the truck.

  However, after waiting for two seconds, that bullet should have flown past, but Khwaja saw that the truck was still rushing forward with all its might.

  Khawaja didn't know that these off-road truck tires could keep going for a while even after being hit.

  Karmas continued to sprint forward, having already passed that ill-fated infantry wagon. Just a little further and he would be able to escape the ambush here.

  Just then, someone suddenly rushed out from in front.

  With a turban wrapped around his head, wearing a long robe and with bullet pouches on his chest, he looked like a genuine Afghan guerrilla fighter.

  Who would have thought that there was still a guerrilla force hiding here!

  Muhammad saw the explosion at the scene and thought that this team would be wiped out, but now he sees that there is still one left, and immediately chased after it.

  Muhammad took a shortcut, and the place where he hid the stone was also very close. Although that big truck had six wheels and was speeding off-road, it still couldn't catch up with Muhammad's speed.

  Muhammad ran over like a dead man and stood in front of the car, because he knew that those car soldiers were now fleeing and might not even have taken out their guns.

  This is a transport vehicle, not an infantry fighting vehicle, so there won't be shooting holes on the car. This truck doesn't even have open windows, and the people inside won't pose a threat to themselves. As for the cargo compartment in the back, it's even more impossible for people to stand up.

  Muhammad didn't hesitate at all, pulling the safety lever of the AKM in his hand, which had already been adjusted to burst mode. Then he pulled the trigger and a stream of fire poured out.

  "Bang, bang, bang." As expected, the bullets hit the truck's glass and surprisingly couldn't penetrate it, only causing countless cracks.

  This truck is a double-row seat, different from other trucks, and there is also an antenna on the top of the head. Muhammad knew it was special. Now, using bullets to shoot over, verified his judgment, the glass of this truck is actually bulletproof glass!

  If it were a 12.7mm caliber gun or equipped with armor-piercing bullets, it could penetrate the glass and take out the people inside. But now, Muhammad's 7.62mm assault rifle in his hand simply couldn't penetrate it.

  Muhammad didn't even plan on shooting through, so he didn't aim at all, as if he wasn't afraid of wasting bullets, he was just shooting at the glass.

  Bulletproof glass, although bullets can't penetrate it, but when bullets hit it, the glass will also be shattered.

  After all the bullets in this clip were fired, the entire bulletproof glass was completely unclear, densely covered with cracks.

  That's exactly what I wanted! Muhammad dodged to one side, and the truck swayed, then a head popped out of the open window on one side.

  "Bang." As soon as his head came out, that head had already burst open, and blood splattered the entire windshield.

  Because the windshield in front was smashed and blurred, people inside the car couldn't see the road clearly and could only stick their heads out to look. As soon as they did, they were beaten to death. Although Muhammad couldn't see far away, he knew it must have been done by Khwaja.

  The one who was hit was the driver, and as soon as the driver died, this iron thing that had just been roaring to life immediately came to a stop.

  "Come down, all of you!" Muhammad said, pointing his gun at the people inside.

  Actually, at that moment, Muhammad hadn't even finished changing the magazine, and his gun was already empty and unable to fire.

  However, the few Soviets inside were already frightened out of their wits. They were also soldiers, but they belonged to a transport unit and did not easily participate in frontline battles. Especially since the driver's head had just been blown up, with fresh blood splashing onto them, which made them feel even more terrified.

  Muhammad pointed a gun at them and shouted in fluent Russian, his voice echoing in their ears, their minds went blank.

  Sweat beads the size of soybeans seeped from Victor's forehead, he clearly remembered that a few days ago, several armored soldiers were captured and ended up being made into booby traps by these guerrillas, two elite scouts from their side died under those booby traps.

  Today, our side was hit by two landmines set by these guerrillas and only one vehicle is left. Moreover, the timing of the enemy's attack was very well chosen.

  It's highly likely that this guerrilla group is the same as the one from a few days ago. If we're captured, it's probable that we'll end up being made into human mines.

  The scene of being blown to pieces gave Victor a boost of courage, he fled! Anyway, it's all death.

  Victor suddenly flung open the car door and jumped out, pulling out an AKS-74U assault rifle from behind his back as he leapt, aiming at Mukhammad.

  Muhammad is standing in front of the truck, while Victor jumps down from the right car door, just using the body of the vehicle as cover. The sniper on the left is also in a dead angle for shooting.

  Kill this guy first! Victor plucked up his courage. The rear car door also opened, and two Soviet soldiers saw the company commander jump down and followed suit.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat." Two short bursts of submachine gun fire in three-round clips. Then Victor felt a tap on his back. No need to turn around, he knew that the guerrilla fighters had arrived from behind.

  His gaze had just been focused on that guy in front of him, but it turned out that the guy was only attracting his attention, damn guerrilla!

  Victor wanted to turn his head to see who had shot him, but he felt a numbness all over his body and slowly fell down.

  Muhammad let out a sigh of relief as he saw the three men jump down. Muhammad's instinctive action was to dodge to one side, and his previously majestic and powerful image was about to be ruined in an instant.

  It's okay, the guerrilla fighters behind gave their strength and killed these three Soviets without hurting themselves.

  "Coach, you're so powerful!" At this time, a person ran over from behind, and it was the one who fired the shot.

  The voice was familiar, and Muhammad looked up to see Durrani.

  Muhammad alone jumped in front of the truck and fired a burst of bullets, bringing it to a halt. The guerrilla fighters chasing behind saw this. Instantly, admiration for Muhammad was born.

  Those two bombs converted from tank cannon shells were incredibly powerful, not to mention the truck, even the infantry fighting vehicle was blown over, and the people inside were killed. The guerrilla fighters had already been impressed, now they saw how fearless Muhammad was, they all showed great respect.

  Only the strong can survive in this world!

  "Stop talking nonsense, get on board, and be careful with concealment," Muhammad said.