"Boom, rumbling. △," Five btr armored vehicles were moving quickly on the streets. The more westward, the more Soviets were, they had completely occupied the place, and they discovered the tunnels excavated by the Afghan Free Army. They wanted to fight back and take back the place, which became more and more difficult. Moreover, many places have been destroyed in ruins, unable to hide people, and they can no longer fight.

Osama looked here with indignation. A month ago, this was still a city full of vitality, but now it has become a ruin. All of these are because of these Soviets!

Only by driving away the Soviets can we rebuild our own country!

The wheeled chariots were rumbling and could already see the huge ruins in the distance and the positions of the Soviets hidden in the darkness even further away.

It's here, it's coming soon!

There were roadblocks ahead, and several Soviet soldiers guarded there vigilantly, monitoring every vehicle that was coming off the battlefield, in order to prevent the Afghan Free Army from mixing in.

"Squeak." The btr armored vehicle stopped. Osama opened the hatch above his head, poked his head out, and said to the Soviet soldiers opposite: "We have killed more than fifty brothers in battle and are transporting them back."

Looking at the white cloth covered by the BTR armored vehicle, the expressions of the Soviet soldiers below were dim. He wanted to wave his hand and let the convoy pass by. However, when he shone the flashlight, he saw the white cloth of one of the cars, which opened from the middle, and there was a corpse inside!

"They are Afghans!" The Soviet soldier reacted quickly, but unfortunately Osama's reaction was faster.

Since you have been discovered, then rush over!

In Osama's hand, he held a rifle with a folded stock of the AK-74, and shot towards the Soviet soldiers on the side. The btr infantry fighting vehicle added accelerator and rushed towards the roadblock in front.

The tire in front was pierced, but even if this tire was completely exhausted, it could continue to drive for a while. Five infantry fighting vehicles broke through this roadblock and rushed towards the empty ruins. The Soviet artillery position was eight kilometers away!

The gunfire here alarmed the Soviet patrol and their tanks quickly moved towards this side.

"Quick, do it!" Osama shouted, and he jumped out of the car. He jumped to the back, untied the white cloth, revealing the twelve rocket launcher inside.

The rockets were loaded inside, and Osama quickly adjusted the shooting height of the rocket launcher according to the inclination angle of the vehicle body.

"Dadada." On the other side of the roadblock, the remaining Soviet soldiers rushed over and bullets poured out, and Ashamman was immediately hit.

Osama pounced forward and fell on the armored vehicle. Then he rolled twice, entered the hatch in front of the armored vehicle, and then pressed the electric door that had been fixed.

"Swish, swish." One after another, flames emerged from the tail of the rocket launcher, and the rockets flew out. It lit up the night sky, dragged the graceful trajectory, and flew to the opposite side.

Five cars, twelve rocket launchers, a total of sixty rockets flew towards the Soviets' positions.

The Soviets, didn’t they want to be a slaughter? Then Bibi, the Afghan Free Army, and there were artillery soldiers! Sitting in the cabin in front, Osama smiled.

"Captain, you've just been hit." said the driver.

"It's okay," Osama said, "I can't die."

There are three or five more bullet holes on the bulletproof insertion board. This equipment has been on Osama since Mhamad was ready. I don’t know how many times Osama’s life has been saved.

"Quick, retreat!" Osama said, he didn't even have time to see the results of the battle.

"Boom!" A rocket plunged into a tent. More than a dozen Soviet soldiers sleeping in the tent were instantly hit by the broken pieces and could not speak.

"Boom!" A rocket flew into the artillery position.

Although it was a self-propelled artillery, there was no one in the car now, and they were parked here. When the rockets came, it was already very dangerous here. Many ammunition had nowhere to be stored, just piled up next to the artillery.

The rocket exploded next to the self-propelled artillery. The debris hit the self-propelled artillery and the armor was blown up countless holes.

"Boom!" Another rocket was a rocket, which came straight towards the pile of ammunition. When the rocket exploded, the hot airflow and flying shrapnel immediately detonated the ammunition placed here.

"Boom!" With even more violent sounds, a huge black smoke flew into the sky, and a terrible mushroom bloomed in the sky.

"Boom!" Another rocket exploded in a pile of 122mm rockets. During this explosion, even louder sounds appeared. The ground was blown up with a large hole more than ten meters deep, and the surrounding vehicles were instantly defeated.

One explosion after another kept coming, and the position here had become a place of death.

The heavy armored vehicle was lifted by the explosion airflow for more than ten meters high, and the proud 152mm cannons also turned into scrap iron.

Soviet soldiers came out of their tents in their sleep. When they saw fires all around, they didn't know where to run.

Some people are directly affected by the explosion and lose their lives in an instant.

Petrovsky left his tent, jumped into a jeep in a mess, and retreated five kilometers away.

He was safe, and the commanders around him were safe, but his command was buried in the fire.

In the sky-burning fire that broke out, Petrovsky's face was ashes. At such a long distance, he was actually sneaked up by the Afghans! What weapons did they use to attack? How did they report to Marshal Akhromeyev to Moscow?

The explosion of fire was not completely extinguished until the third day. The losses were reported, and all supplies were reimbursed in the fire, resulting in the casualties of two thousand Soviet soldiers.

"Attack, continue to use fierce attacks to retaliate against the Afghan rebels!" Petrovsky finally went crazy. If he could not take Jalalabad down as soon as possible, his military career would end.

However, after just two days of fierce attack, the Soviet soldiers were forced to stop.

The cold current from the Caucasus in the north invaded here. In the middle of the night, heavy snow like goose feathers floated everywhere. The winter of that year came particularly early. In the mountains in the north, the temperature at night suddenly dropped to more than minus twenty degrees Celsius, and in Jalalabad, the temperature also dropped to minus ten**.

Countless Soviet soldiers hid in the ruins and shivered. A big explosion a few days ago lit up their winter clothes.

Finally, a soldier couldn't help but pick up some rotten wood from around and lit it to keep warm.

"Damn, you will expose us!" said a squad leader: "Afghan snipers are waiting to snipe us."

"That's better than freezing to death," the soldier said. "If we don't keep warm, we won't be able to use it tonight, and everyone will be frozen to death."

"Execute the command!"

"If we were ordered to charge, we would not hesitate, but now we were ordered to freeze to death! Squad leader, we cannot obey your order!"

"Da." Just as both sides were about to fire their guns, a bullet flew from afar and hit the squad leader. The squad leader's body fell forward and just fell on the fire, covering the fire.

The other soldiers picked up their guns and instantly changed their position. In the past month, they were able to survive, except luck, but real skills.

There was no gunshots across the street for a long time. They knew that the sniper must be still there.

On another ruin, a Soviet soldier hid in the quilt and felt a little warm. He dug out the quilt for two hours under the ruins.

"Andre, contribute your quilt to the company commander!" At this moment, a voice came from his ear.

"Why?"

"This is an order!"

"Get out of your mother's order, this is what I discovered. If you want to steal my quilt, it is to kill me."

"Da." With a gunshot, he looked at the snowflakes on his chest, and unexpectedly, he died at the hands of his platoon leader.

The platoon leader took the quilt and crawled into a corner. This damn ghost weather, without any cold things, would really die.

"The Soviets can't hold on." In a bungalow, Osama said: "This heavy snow has come so well! The Soviets are getting frozen."

Our side was well prepared and had clothes for winter. The Soviets on the other side originally had one, but they were burned by Osama a few days ago.

This is simply that Allah is punishing the Soviets. As usual, it was only half a month before, but who would have thought that it would cool down now. Those Soviets hiding in the ruins would definitely freeze to death.

"Well, our Jalalabad defense battle will soon be victorious," said Hwaja. "Now, it's time for us to implement a new plan and send the Soviets out!"

Come whenever you want, go whenever you want. It’s not so easy! You must send off this army along the way!

"No." Osama said: "Why should we send it away? We should continue to restrain the Soviets and let them fight us in the face of hunger and cold, and constantly kill their living forces! Jalalabad is a huge meat grinder. We want to make the Soviets bleed and make them regret coming here! I suggest that we go around here, encircle the Soviets, trap the Soviets in our city, and let them continue to fight with us!"
Chapter completed!