From the bodies of the Soviet soldiers on the ground, Mhamad took off a hat and put it on his head. The original piece of rag was thrown aside. Then, he got on Kamas and smashed it hard with a butt, smashing the shaking bulletproof glass in front of him into a hole, and the broken glass slag fell all over the ground.

Although it is bulletproof glass that can block bullets, the glass will not remain intact after blocking the bullets. It will break at any time. Now, with the force of the butt stock, the chrysanthemums shattered all over the ground.

Mhamad only cleaned up a piece of glass in front of him, and could see the road ahead clearly. The glass on the other side was still full of cracks and could not see anything.

"Hurry, get in the car!" Mhamad said, looking at the guerrillas behind him.

Now, time is precious.

The guerrillas rushed to get on the car, most of them sat behind, covered with grass-green military canvas sheds. They got in and couldn't see anything from the outside.

Now, they didn't have time to see what cargo was in the car. The engine below roared, and then Kamas started.

Mhamad held the steering wheel tightly in his hand, stepped on the accelerator under his feet, and the engine roared. Then, loosened the accelerator and pushed the gear lever forward with his right hand.

"Click, buzz." I heard a cheering sound in the gearbox, and the gear level increased.

"You didn't step on the clutch?" said Hwaja on the secondary seat.

This battle naturally cannot be without Hwaja's participation. After failing to snipe, Hwaja ran hard with his gun in his arms and finally got on the car before the truck was about to start.

Ten people were left on the battlefield to clean the battlefield and take back the spoils. The remaining twenty people got on the car. This time, they were going to take down the outpost.

This is a very important step in the Mhamad plan. Their main purpose this time is to hit the outpost, but before hitting the outpost, the convoy was the first to hit the convoy.

Moreover, robbing a car from the convoy is the top priority, because so they can easily rush into the outpost!

Hwaja will definitely not participate in such a battle. Now, sitting on the secondary seat of the cab, Hwaja immediately felt curious as he looked at Mhamad's actions.

At this time, with the roar of the engine, the roaring gap was then put on a new gear. This time, did not step on the clutch?

Instead of answering Hwaja's words, Mhamad asked back, "You can drive a truck?"

If I knew that others would open it, Mhamad would not volunteer so much. After all, in this position, it is the easiest position to be shot. The bulletproof glass in front has been broken by himself, otherwise there would be no way to see.

Many of these guerrillas are from mountain tribes, and some have never entered the city. If you want to drive a horse, donkey, etc., they are good at driving a truck, and many people will definitely not know how to drive a truck.

Unexpectedly, this Hwaja will.

Hearing Mhamad's question, Hwaja said: "In the past, I worked in a factory in Jalalabad, where there were trucks and I drove by quietly."

In a factory? When Mhamad heard this, he felt a little moved.

In fact, before the war broke out in Afghanistan, some basic industries had been established. Although the entire country had not been in line with the entire world for a long time, they had become civilized and open. If they continued to develop like this, they might become a wealthy industrial country.

Unfortunately, the invasion of the Soviets completely threw Afghanistan into war. The Soviets left, but the war in Afghanistan continued. In later generations, the Taliban seized power. People thought that the country would get back on track, but unexpectedly, the Taliban abandoned all the previous promises and tried to build a country of originality-culturalism. Women had to surround the veil when they went out, and could not speak when they saw strange men. All efforts to keep in line with modern society in this country were in vain.

Although he only fought two battles, Mhamad felt that he had integrated into this era and this country. Since he had come here, can Afghanistan repeat the old path?

No, absolutely not!

The road before Mhamad became clear again, and it was very far, very far away.

"Does this still have to be kept secret?" said Hwaja on the side again.

Mhamad could hear clearly that he had not answered the question just now.

"It's very simple, practice makes perfect." Mhamad said: "I'll teach you when I go back this time."

You don’t need a clutch to shift gears, just match the throttle well. Many professional truck drivers from the Eastern Power can do this skill. Mhamad has been exposed to such skills in his previous training.

The engine continued to roar, and Kamas got closer and closer to the outpost.

From the broken glass, Mhamad saw the outpost in front, built on the side of the road, which happened to be a high ground, overlooking the surrounding area, surrounded by three machine gun positions, which can perfectly protect the outpost. If guerrillas come to attack, no matter where they come, they will be covered by the machine gun bullets.

There must be a generator in the outpost, and there is a large searchlight above that outpost.

Although I now have this truck and can approach the outpost quietly, it has really passed. Since these guerrillas have not undergone rigorous training and have not assigned targets in advance, if this continues, there will still be casualties.

what to do?

Looking at the barricades ahead, Mhamad slowed down the truck.

This truck was a supply truck from the Soviets, so there was almost no need for Mhamad to speak. As soon as the car arrived, two soldiers from the outpost came out to move the roadblocks.

"Quickly, let the platoon leader gather the troops and go to the mountain road ahead to rescue. Our convoy was surrounded by a group of guerrillas." Mhamad poked his head out of the car window. The hat on his head was stained with blood. In addition to the blood on the car window, anyone could see that this was the person who barely escaped from death.

Mhamad spoke very fluently and quickly. The two soldiers did not hesitate at all. After moving the roadblock, they ran to the post behind.

In fact, they also heard two explosions in the distance, but without the orders above, they stayed in this outpost and could not move around.

Now, hearing Mhamad's words, soon a loud whistle came from the outpost. With this sound, all the soldiers ran over from where they were.

First, they gather in the open space, and the platoon leader will briefly talk, and then take the two cars in the outpost and they can quickly go to support.

Seeing the soldiers gathering in a hurry, Mhamad smiled and at the same time, the accelerator under his feet stepped on the bottom.

"Buzz, buzz." The Kamas rushed over like crazy. The Soviet soldiers were confused, so they saw the truck and spit out their tongues of flames.

Wherever the flames go, there is a scream of death.

The cab in front and the carport behind were all showing flames.

"They are guerrillas! Kill them quickly!" The platoon leader guarding the place hid behind an oil barrel and saw the people behind the truck. The costumes of those people were not their own people at all, but the local indigenous dress.

These guerrillas actually came to attack by pretending to be their own people! This made the platoon leader very angry. The open space was covered with corpses, and nearly twenty people fell into pools of blood, and then were knocked up by the shameful Kamas.

The platoon leader's words seemed to have attracted the attention of the guerrillas. As soon as he lowered his head, he heard a bang bang sound. Bullets hit the oil barrel and Mars flew around.

"Cruff." The car finally stopped, the door opened, Mhamad jumped out first, holding an AKM in his hand, and rushed towards the nearest machine gun position.

Due to the whistle just gathering, the machine gunners in the machine gun position also ran over to follow the orders, so the machine gun position was temporarily vacant.

The machine guns here pose the greatest threat to the guerrillas.

A Soviet soldier was also running here. It seems that the soldier also knew that using this machine gun to deal with guerrillas was the most suitable choice.

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Taking two steps at a time, Mhamad jumped into the cover of the machine gun position.

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DshKM heavy machine gun! Mhamad couldn't put it down when he saw this thing.

Although this heavy machine gun was actually found during World War II, it is strong and durable. The 12.7 mm caliber bullet can penetrate the weak armor of the BMP infantry fighting vehicle. Moreover, the tripod can be raised and used as an air defense weapon. Although it cannot penetrate the armor of Mi-24, after hitting the deadly part of Mi-24, it can still be beaten down Mi-24.

This machine gun was served in Russia after the later generations until the body was released, and it did not retire.

The only disadvantage is that this machine gun is too heavy.

Behind Mhamad, Durani followed closely and jumped into the machine gun position together.

"Quick, move this machine gun over," said Mhamad.

Durani understood and carried the machine gun over with Mhamad.

Turning the gun, Mhamad had not opened fire yet, he saw a tongue of flame spitting out from the machine gun position on another corner.

They opened fire at the guerrillas, and one of them could not dodge and was immediately hit.

The 12.7mm bullet hit the human body and immediately became a big hole. The guerrilla fell to the ground without even screaming.

"Damn it, kill your mother." Mhamad shouted, and with the trigger in his hand, his heavy machine gun spit out his tongue.

Durani, who was holding the bullet link, didn't know what the instructor was saying, it was not Russian, nor Pashto, but it was like the language of an Eastern country.

Mhamad just now was talking about national swearing.

In desperation, Mhamad picked up the most easy-to-mouth words, and as he said, the bullets poured towards the machine gun position.

Suddenly, the person on the opposite side seemed to be electrocuted. His body shook a few times, and blood flowed to the cold machine gun and fell on the cover. PS: Thank you book friend heavensailer for your reward! Thank you for your voting support!
Chapter completed!