What is important? Didn’t you just say that retreat is the most important thing? As the captain of this guerrilla team, Hwaja originally had his own ideas for all actions. He really couldn’t think of anything more important.

"Take out all the grenades in the tank and take them away." Mhamad said: "Hurry up, pay attention, as long as the grenades, armor-piercing bullets and armor-piercing bullets are useless."

Carrying the shells of the tank? Hwaja was also a little puzzled: "Oh, we cannot move the tank guns away. What do we want those shells to do?"

"Of course it's useful, you'll know when you go back." Mhamad said, and in a few steps he had already run into the tank that had overturned over a large stone. Only this tank was intact. As for the other one, even if it didn't explode, it would not be touched inside.

The tank's hatch was opened, and Mhamad was very familiar with the tank. Although the tank's posture was not suitable now, he still shrank and drilled into the hatch on the turret.

The ammunition base of the T-62 tank is forty rounds. Generally speaking, it is only equipped with seventeen grenades. In addition, it is good to have fifteen rounds just now.

Mhamad thought this way and pulled out a shell from the fuel tank of the front.

Not bad, it's a grenade!

"Next!" Mhamad handed the grenade out of the turret hatch.

Outside, Dulani was already there to continue.

Seeing the two of them busy, Hwaja shook his head and signaled to several guerrillas. These guerrillas followed and carried the shells that Dulani received.

Unless there is a cannon, what's the use of asking for this shell?

Even though they thought about it this way, they still carried it.

The shells are very heavy, and at most one can be carried.

But inside the turret, shells were constantly handed out.

Inside, Mhamad smiled happily. He made money, but he really made money.

Thirty grenades were placed in this tank! Thirty rounds!

Mhamad pulled out one, just smiled, and then smiled again. Until the last few, it was the sharp armor-piercing bomb. He had figured it out that in Afghanistan, the guerrillas did not have heavy weapons, nor did they have tanks. Therefore, even if there were armor-piercing bombs, they were not useful. Grenades were affordable, with a long range and great power.

These grenades are even more useful to me!

Mhamad smiled and came out of the tank's turret. When he saw the guerrillas around him, they were all bitter-faced. They were carrying their own weapons and a grenade, and they were very reluctant.

"What should we do with these two prisoners?" asked a guerrilla.

Originally he was escorting the prisoner, but now he also carried the grenades. Almost all the guerrillas carried tank shells that they thought were useless.

Hwaja looked at the two Soviets, and they started the steel machines and set foot on the land of Afghanistan. They were invaders!

They did many evil deeds and crushed the Afghans with tanks. These people were all executioners!

Now, since they can't take them away, I'll just solve it on the spot!

Thinking of this, a murderous aura appeared in Hwaja's eyes.

These two tank soldiers escaped from the overturned tank. The tank was abandoned and they remained there and had to wait for death.

However, by the time they came out, the guerrillas had approached and two tank soldiers were killed. If they did not surrender, they would have been killed.

The eyes of these two people were filled with fear. Although they could not speak, they could understand some Pashto language to a greater or lesser extent.

Moreover, in this case, even if you are unable to speak, you can see something from the other person's eyes.

"We are armored soldiers of the 3rd Battalion, 117th Regiment of the 108th Division of the 40th Army. Now, we have become prisoners and request to abide by the Geneva Convention!" One of the Soviet tank soldiers captured the prisoners with courage and said to the person in front of them.

"What are you talking about?" Hwaja asked to both of them with a smile on his face, but he took out a saber in his hand.

Although it is easier to use bullets, Hwaja often likes to use a saber and feel the pleasure of stabbing the other person's body. In front of him, his compatriots fell under the Soviet tank.

Hwaja's hand was raised high, and the sword was shining and was about to fall.

"Wait!" said Mhamad.

Why are you waiting again? Hwaja looked at Mhamad beside him. At this time, he no longer liked this person who was very powerful in war.

It’s like there is a naked beauty in front of me. The ** under my crotch is already raised high and I’m about to push my gun straight into the vital point, but the director said he’s shouting to stop. It’s great to watch the movies in the island country. Who can understand how to tolerate the male actors in the island country are?

"Just just now they said we must abide by the Geneva Convention," Mhamad said.

"What a shit convention, I only know that these people are our enemies, and they should all die!" said Hwaja.

Dulani on the side was also very curious. This instructor really couldn't guess what he was thinking.

"No, of course these people should die, but they should not die in our hands." Mhamad said: "Captain Hwaja, can you hand these two to me?"

Leave it to you? Can you take it? Hwaja doesn't believe it. If one person escorts two prisoners, if it doesn't work properly, it will lose the prisoners.

But then, I thought of Mhamad saying that these people should not die at our hands. What does this mean? Besides, these prisoners had escaped from the destroyed tank. Without Mhamad, we would not have been able to capture the prisoners.

Thinking of this, Hwaja said, "Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

"Beat these two people here first. I also need you to send a few team members to arrange them with me." Mhamad said.

What exactly is this to be arranged? Hwaja suddenly became interested, called out to the two of them, followed Mhamad in person, and walked over.

It was very fast, almost ten minutes before Hwaja came over again, but at this time, his face was full of smiles, as if he had seen some pleasing scenes.

"Take them over." Hwaja pointed at the two Soviet prisoners.

The two Soviet prisoners looked at each other and felt uneasy. They followed them with deep and shallow feet, and what awaited them was an unknown fate.

Just next to the tank they had flipped, Mhamad was there, waving to them.

"Come on, come here!" Mhamad said in skillful Russian: "You are here, and those who are waiting for you to come and pick you up."

Mhamad in this world cannot speak Russian, but Mhamad who has traveled through time has all the memories of Hua Dongjie. In his previous life, Hua Dongjie sometimes held joint exercises with the Russian army and needed to be familiar with the use of many imported Russian equipment, so he learned Russian. In addition to Russian, he also knew English and Chinese.

How could they have such a kind heart? It's impossible to think about it. The two of them even felt that the Afghan man in front of them must have bad intentions.

"Come on, sit down!" Mhamad said.

Before the two prisoners could react, Hwaja held them down with strong arms.

And while they were sitting, Mhamad on the side seemed to move quickly under their butts.

Then, I sat on the ground, except for the land, I seemed to feel something strange on my butt. It must have been the one who quickly stuffed it under my butt just now.

It looks like an iron lump with an iron piece on it, which makes your butt hurt. Let's move it.

"Don't move. Under your butts is a landmine sitting. As long as you move, you will be crushed to pieces." Mhamad said, his words full of teasing.

There was a landmine under his butt? Hearing Mhamad's words, he suddenly seemed to sit on a red iron plate. The two of them were reflexive and wanted to get up.

However, before leaving the iron piece, the butts of the two were pressed down hard by the hands of Mhamad and Hwaja.

If you want to seek death, you have to wait until we leave before lifting your butt.

As soon as the two of them pressed, the two prisoners realized, and sweat came out on their faces.

"I wish you a happy life here! Your reinforcements will arrive soon." Mhamad waved happily to the two, and then followed the guerrillas of Hwaja and walked quickly.

Although the two prisoners were not tied up with ropes and were not injured, do they dare to move?

Mhamad really wanted to see a good show, but unfortunately, he had to leave. With the strength of this guerrilla team, it would be okay to attack the lonely Soviets. If he encounters reinforcements again, he will lose himself.

Seeing these people disappear, the two prisoners' hearts trembled. After nearly an hour passed, one prisoner said, "Hey, Markov, do you think, are there mines sitting under our butts? "

"What do you think?" Both of them were calming down at this time. Markov asked, "Ilic, you have served in infantry before and should be familiar with this kind of landmine."

"I think we are not mines," said Irichi. "Those guerrillas don't even have enough bullets, so where can there be weapons like mines?"

"What is that?" Markov asked.

"I think it's like a grenade, not bad, it's a grenade!" Ilyich said gritting his teeth. He recalled that when he was forced to press down just now, another guy was so sinisterly under his butt. In fact, it was pulling the insurance pin of the grenade and letting him sit on the grenade.

Not bad, that's it! I just want to scare myself!

"Grenade? Then let's raise our butts and throw the grenade out, is that okay?" Markov asked.

"Our people are here." At this moment, Ilyic heard the roar in the distance.

PS: Thank you to Xiaobai in black for the rewards, the autumn wind rises and leaves fall, and the three Panda friends burned to death!
Chapter completed!