After slapping the soil on his head and looking at the tank in front of him, there was already a thick smoke and the fire was already small.

The turret and the tank body were separated and fell to one side. The barrel had been bent. It was likely that when it landed again, the barrel was facing down. Looking at the tank's appearance, the people inside must have died so much that they could not die anymore.

Just now, it was almost crushed into meat sauce by a tank. Looking at the red five-star on the turret, Hua Dongjie also had the honor of escaping from death.

There were some corpses lying around, many of which were run over by tanks. Those guys with big beards and robes had only one identity, Afghan guerrillas.

And the tank that was knocked out in front of me was only one era. In the 1980s, the Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan!

Hua Dongjie's mind was in a mess. This place was very familiar and unfamiliar. How could he appear here? This is a powder barrel.

Afghanistan has never been pacified. In later generations, world gangsters occupied this place, and it is still a quagmire.

What is my identity now when I am here? There is a vague impression in my mind, but I am not sure.

"Instructor, when you are being knocked over from under the tank, I thought you... True - Lord, the abominable Satan, the Soviet tank, was finally killed by us." Just as Hua Dongjie was still standing in a daze, a man stood up from the broken earth wall beside him and said to Hua Dongjie.

His eyes were deep, his nose was a little taller, his skin was dark, his beard had not been repaired, and he even had to cover his mouth. He wore a white robe and now turned brown. This was a typical Middle Easterner, or native Afghanistan.

Seeing that Hua Dongjie was looking at him with a pair of confused eyes, the Afghan guerrilla in front of him said, "Instructor, are you injured? Could it be that you hurt your brain?"

Just now, watching the instructor being crushed under the Soviet tank, Durani Shah was about to feel his heart in his throat.

Over the past two years, the Soviets occupied the entire Afghanistan. Faced with the Soviet invasion, Afghanistan became angry and spontaneously formed guerrillas to resist the invasion of the Soviet Satan.

However, the gap in strength is very obvious. After controlling various big cities, the Soviets began to attack the mountainous areas controlled by the guerrillas, and the guerrillas retreated step by step. Facing tanks and planes, they were helpless. At this moment, a group of instructors finally came from neighboring Pakistan to guide their military training.

There are also various weapons that come together, such as the current bazooka.

The instructor took them to train in the mountains, but was attacked by the Soviets. They followed the instructor and escaped. However, they were chased by the tank and could not get rid of it.

At this time, the tank chased too fast, the infantry behind could not keep up. The tank that lost the protection of the infantry was very fragile. After seeing this, the instructor decided to stop and hide on the spot, and at the same time prepared to attack the tank.

Unexpectedly, the first rocket was shot away, and their whereabouts were immediately discovered by Soviet tankers. Although the instructor shouted to hide, the guerrillas still ran away in all directions.

As a result, the tank rushed around and fired with machine guns at the same time, and almost all the guerrillas died.

I thought the Soviets would leave like this, so maybe there would be still brothers who were not dead to save them, but I saw the Soviets leaving a tank and crushing them everywhere.

The entire guerrilla team was left with the instructor and Durani. If the instructor had not pressed Durani tightly, Durani would have stood up and was beaten to death just now.

Now, the tank is left and the body is not spared, and the instructor is angry.

Dulanie watched the instructor run out from his hiding place, holding the bazooka, trying to get closer and then fire, but he fell down by the tank machine gun.

Then, the tank crushed over, Dulani's eyes were red. Just as he was about to rush forward, he magically saw the instructor standing up, and then, he fired a rocket very close to the opponent's tank.

As the rocket flew out, the tank finally caught fire and exploded. This scene was very spectacular.

With no threat for the time being, Dulani ran out of his hiding place and headed towards the instructor.

Unexpectedly, the instructor seemed to be stupid.

"Durani?" Hua Dongjie tried to say. He didn't believe it. He didn't even have to learn, so he mastered another foreign language. He could already speak this very talkative Pashto.

"Instructor, you finally remembered my name!" Dulani said: "You are so great that you killed a Soviet tank!"

Great? At this time, Hua Dongjie had inherited more memories in his mind. He had confirmed that he had traveled through time. The real Mhamad-Kamaran was killed by the Soviet tank machine gun, but he replaced this person, the instructor from Pakistan, guiding the guerrillas.

And now, Durani is the only one left in this guerrilla team, which shows how stupid Mhamad is.

Of course, using a rocket launcher to destroy the enemy tank is very dangerous. Moreover, if I had not been trained in the army and had been trained in tank crushing, I would not have been so calm that the tank would pass through me without changing my position.

As long as you move a little, you will definitely be crushed into meat paste by the tank. During the training, some team members also peeed their pants. When the tanks drove past them, although the two tracks would not be rolled to them, it was also very terrifying.

Only by sweating more in peacetime can you shed less blood during wartime.

Damn God, he threw himself here. In Afghanistan in 1981, in the northeast of Jalalabad, near the Pakistani border, in addition to accepting the identity of Mhamad, he also had to undergo countless blood and war tests. Although he was extremely depressed, Hua Dongjie quickly accepted this reality. He was the Pakistani instructor, Mhamad, who was going to take Afghanistan to a bright future.

Mhamad stood up and looked into the east from afar. He smelled the bloody smell in the air. Now, there is only battle!

"Sweep the battlefield, pack up your weapons, and follow me." Mhamad said.

Go? Where to go? Dulanie was stunned for a moment.

But Mhamad had already started bent down and picked up the weapons of his companions.

The body had been shattered and bloody, and the guns she carried with her were also shattered.

Looking for a complete magazine from the flesh-and-blooded corpse, Mhamad made it very carefully and quickly. Soon, he gathered four magazines and stuffed them into the bag of bullets he was carrying. Then, he happily found four intact rockets in the corpse.

At this time, Dulani was still stunned.

"Let's go." Mhamad said, walking forward.

Durani and Mhamad walked a few steps and felt something was wrong: "Instructor, where are we going?"

"We'll go and trouble the Soviets," said Mhamad.

He vaguely remembered that the tank that was chasing them all the way was separated from the infantry, and this tank that was out of the protection of the infantry was Mhamad's target.

Just one side, two people were asking for trouble for the Soviets? Dulani felt that he had heard it wrong. The instructor just destroyed an enemy tank, but dozens of people were killed or injured by his side, and he still suffered a loss. If he went there, he might not be able to come back.

"Why, are you scared?" asked Mhamad.

Dulani immediately shook his head: "I'm not afraid! I won't join the guerrillas if I'm afraid of death."

In Mhamad's memory, Durani's relatives originally lived in Jalalabad. During the initial invasion of the Soviets, Durani's relatives were beaten to death when they occupied the city. Therefore, Durani and the Soviets had deep hatred.

Now, when he heard Mhamad ask if he was afraid, Durani immediately raised his chest, carried his own bazooka, carried a rifle, followed Mhamad, and walked forward along the path.

At this time, Mhamad had a strong footsteps. Although there were no large-scale wars in the later motherland, as a special forces, he had participated in many operations, and this kind of guerrilla tactics was also very good at this kind of guerrilla tactics.

In this mountainous area, it is my own world. My predecessor was beaten so badly by the Soviets! Mhamad was really sad for this predecessor.

Now, it’s time for me to show my skills on this battlefield!

Now, the Soviets were still dealing with large-scale collisions between the East and the West in the early stages of the war. They were originally prepared for war in the European plains. They had no suitable weapons for mountain combat. For example, the T-62 tank of the main 40th Army was not suitable for mountain combat. The tank gun shooting range was small, and the engine and fuel cost of high horsepower caused a great burden on logistics. In particular, no infantry followed around, and this tank was a living target. After the Soviets practiced for a year or two, this tank was no longer used and was changed to infantry combat vehicles.

Of course, Mhamad is also mentally prepared. If he is glorious, it is best to travel back again. This kind of place where birds do not shit are really not used to it. At least, the habit of taking a bath every day will be completely changed.

Mhamad walked quickly, and finally, after walking for half an hour, he heard a rumbling sound coming from a distance.

"Soviets!" Durani said.

Who else is not the Soviets? The Afghan guerrillas do not have tanks, and Mhamad hid behind a big rock. You can see that the six tanks were the tank troops that were just chasing them.

Six tanks! There are only two people on our side. When Dulani saw these tanks, he knew that the best choice now is to stay still and quietly expect these iron lumps to disappear from his sight.

Although Mhamad's mind was full of excitement from the battle, he also knew that this time was not a good time to ambush the Soviet tanks.

At most, if the two men kill one of the Soviet tanks, they will be discovered by several other tanks. The result of the discovery is that they will be killed.

Now, you can't do it.

Looking at the five stars painted on the turret and the black smoke coming out from behind, Mhamad sat on the ground unwillingly.

The Soviets left, they were executioners, but they could not avenge the dead soldiers.

Looking at the black smoke that was leaving, suddenly an idea popped up in Mhamad's mind.

"Durani, I remember, there should be a valley in front, right?" Mhamad asked.

I just came over here and I couldn't confirm whether this memory was real.

"Yes, it's just twenty kilometers ahead." Dulani said.

"Okay, then we will walk the path and get there before the Soviets." Mhamad said.
Chapter completed!