The PPK machine gun in his hand kept moving its position, and flames appeared. At the top of the post, you can see all the scenes below.

The sentry guarding here originally wanted to go down to gather, but he was slow to move. As a result, before he could go down, the battle below began.

The sentry was extremely angry and ran back to the sentry and began to fire with machine guns.

When this sentry was established, it was indeed to supplement the firepower beside the searchlight. However, due to the lack of heavy machine guns, the only ones that were arranged here were PPK machine guns.

This machine gun is a machine gun developed based on the AKM assault rifle, which is developed to increase the barrel and lengthen the barrel. In fact, it can only be regarded as a heavy barrel automatic rifle.

Below is a round drum that can hold 75 rounds of bullets, so he uses as much as three points as possible, otherwise the ammunition will be consumed quickly.

Although he is the only one now, if you want to climb here, there is only an entrance directly below. As long as you ensure that there are no guerrillas coming at this entrance, he will not be in danger. This is the dead corner below, and he can shoot down calmly from here, and the weapons below, including heavy machine guns, cannot be shot up.

As long as you persist for half an hour, your helicopter will arrive, and then all these guerrillas will be wiped out.

As the forefront post, it will be patronized by guerrillas at any time. Therefore, although there are many casualties below, the sentry's mentality is still very good.

However, when he saw the man below carrying the mortar barrel and running towards the machine gun position, the sentry was a little scared. If he was caught in a mortar, it would be really dangerous.

However, seeing the two of them, the sentry was relieved. It was not possible for two people to operate the mortar. This group of guerrillas would not operate the mortar at all.

Moreover, with a shuttle of bullets, one of them was knocked down. The sentry turned the gun and began to deal with threats from other directions.

Unexpectedly, within a minute, a strange whistle appeared in the sky. The whistle was so strange amid the constant sound of gunfire.

He stopped pulling the trigger, looked around, and then what caught his eye was the fire, and what resounded through his eardrums was the sound of an explosion.

This ** successfully flew to this sentry, the warhead hit the ground, and then the fuse ignited the warhead, and the explosive inside exploded, and countless shrapnel flew out. Although the sentry was three meters away from the warhead's landing, it was still visited.

The searchlight above his head was broken, and bloody flowers appeared in several places in his body. The sentry felt pain all over his body, took a step back, and then his body fell down.

But half of the fall was exposed outside, and suddenly, his whole body fell off the high ward.

"Instructor, I hit it!" Hermann shouted happily.

Herman saw it very clearly. After the shells flew over, the sentry was blasted off the sentry. No matter how simple the cannon was, it was a cannon, and it was so powerful!

Has it hit? At this time, Mhamad's tinnitus gradually weakened. Seeing Hermann stand up happily, she was still a little confused. It seems that this way of firing shells is really like hitting a seven-injury punch, hurting oneself first and then others. You can't do this next time.

Mhamad stood up and saw the guerrillas hiding elsewhere, and they also stood up one after another. They held up their weapons in their hands to celebrate the victory.

After paying the price of two guerrilla casualties, they took the outpost and wiped out thirty Soviets. From any perspective, they won this time.

Unlike last time, they had almost no decent victory when fighting a tank last time, and they were almost half a spectator. This time, they relied on their own skills to successfully knock down this almost impossible outpost.

After this battle was spread, the entire Afghan guerrillas would be proud of them!

All of this is attributed to the instructor from Pakistan! Everyone was excited, including Hwaja, and looked at Mhamad with admiration.

"Sweep the battlefield, bring the reserves in the outposts into the truck, it's time for us to leave." Mhamad shouted.

"Yes." Everyone replied, even Hwaja said yes at this time.

Mhamad didn't notice this, just like he usually went out to perform tasks and did what he did before leaving.

After walking a few steps to Durani's body, Mhamad was in a heavy mood.

In any case, Durani was the first person Mhamad met when he came to this world, his first comrade-in-arms, and his first brother.

Unexpectedly, after less than ten days of getting along, this comrade-in-arms left like this.

Mhamad looked at Durani's body and said silently in his heart, May the Lord bless you in another world.

Just as I was thinking, I saw Dulani's body and seemed to move.

The corpse will move, and it will be a zombie?

After looking at it again, Dulani's back seemed to be slightly ups and downs. He didn't see clearly just now. This guy was not dead at all and his breathing was still very stable.

Moreover, there were no signs of blood on his body. This guy must have fallen down early under the bullet fire just now, and he was not injured in any hair.

Thinking of his concern just now, Mhamad couldn't help but kick Durani in the ass: "Get up quickly if you don't die."

As Mhamad stepped down, Durani's butt twitched, then turned over and sat up.

He was covered in dirt and had a scratch on his face. When he fell to the ground, he fell on the tip of a stone. However, the move of turning over was enough to show that the main parts of Durani's body were intact.

"Instructor, I just tripped, but fortunately, I threw the mortar over to you. Is it easy to use?" Dulaney asked.

Hearing Durani's words, Mhamad finally regained his temper when he was an instructor: "You idiot, mortars can not only have gun barrels, but also bases and brackets. You only give me one gun barrel, which almost made me deaf! After I go back, I will repair you!"

After saying that, Mhamad looked around and looked at the guerrillas who were happily moving the things from the outpost into the car.

The guns were not reserved, and they were all carried by the sentries themselves. The three heavy machine guns on the three machine gun positions were a good harvest. Moreover, there was still a lot of ammunition. Everyone felt the effort coming out of the outpost carrying a heavy ammunition box.

The guerrillas had no arsenal and no logistics supplies, and could only rely on rugged mountain roads and weapons from Pakistan. This road was often bombed by the Soviets, so they could only be seized through war.

They fought guerrilla warfare, ran away, and had very few opportunities to clean the battlefield, so weapons and ammunition were always in a state of scarcity. This time, when they set up this outpost, it was the first time that everyone saw so much ammunition, and I wonder how happy they should be.

In addition to ammunition, the food left by the Soviets and even military kettles were turned out by them, as if they were raiding their homes.

Mhamad didn't have time to flip through what weapon it was originally loaded on Kamas. In short, there was a mortar inside, which was a big enough harvest.

In less than ten minutes, they brought all the useful things in the outpost into the truck, and then Mhamad drove the truck and rushed outside.

When the Soviets arrived here, what they were left to them were corpses all over the ground and an empty outpost.

Thinking of this, Hwaja, who was sitting on the secondary seat of the cab, couldn't help but whistle.

Looking at Hwaja's appearance, Mhamad asked while driving: "Captain, how do you think of this operation?"

"Very good, Mhamad, you are a master who is proficient in guerrilla warfare and familiar with various weapons operation." Hwaja said: "Before meeting you, our troops were almost out of ammunition and food. That time we came to fight the Soviet tanks, which was forced. I really didn't expect that in your hands, we successfully fought such a beautiful battle. The omnipotent true Lord, bless our Afghan guerrillas invincible!"

When he heard Hwaja finally gave the victory to the omnipotent true Lord, Mhamad secretly despised him and said, "I am an instructor sent by Pakistan, and his military rank is lieutenant. I hope that we can get the full cooperation of our guerrillas, and the more we fight, we will drive the Soviets out of the land of Afghanistan."

What Mhamad said was very clear. He needed to truly command the guerrilla force, even Hwaja, had to obey his orders.

After all, Mhamad has a rank of lieutenant, so it is normal to command hundreds of people. Now, there are only more than 30 people in this guerrilla team, and his abilities are enough.

Hearing Mhamad say this, Hwaja hesitated. After all, he was holding this guerrilla team with one hand. Now, he wants to hand over the command to a brother from Pakistan. To be honest, he really doesn't want to.

It is better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. This principle is true everywhere.

Mhamad just glanced at him from the corner of his eyes and knew what Hwaja was thinking, and he couldn't help but laugh at him.

Suddenly, his face became solemn.

In the rearview mirror, a highlight appeared on the blue sky and white clouds!

Are there many female deer in the Soviet Union? Why did he just pull out a post and the female deer flew up so quickly?

There is no other choice, just increase the accelerator and run! Mhamad thought so, and with force under his feet, a sense of pushing the back came. The huge Kamas burst out with force, speeding up, and at the same time, it became even more bumpy. PS: Thank you book friends for putting the toilet in the toilet﹫POSE reward! Thank you friends for your voting support!
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