Chapter 29

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As the female deer gradually flew away, Muhammad heaved a sigh of relief. The mountains were the guerrillas' domain, and the sky belonged to the female deer. When the female deer appeared, he tried to hide as much as possible, unable to confront such a large creature. Last time, he had no choice but to use the human metal storm, a brutal and primitive method of resistance.

Now that the female deer had flown away, they had to leave the valley as quickly as possible.

Just as Muhammad was about to stand up, he heard a series of footsteps in the distance.

"Continue to hide," Muhammad whispered.

At one end of the valley, Sirovich led over thirty Soviet soldiers, chasing from the place where they had been attacked. They followed the helicopter, moving forward.

The helicopter had destroyed the cave, and Sirovich saw it with his own eyes. When the helicopter flew away, Sirovich led his men towards the cave.

Damn guerrillas! Sirovich cursed, holding his AK-74 rifle. At that moment, his true nature as a warrior of the fighting nation was fully revealed.

He was the first to rush into the cave, but inside, there was nothing but fallen rocks. No blood, no bodies, just an empty cave.

Sirovich strode out, wanting to continue the pursuit.

"Captain, the guerrillas have already fled. The mountains are everywhere, and we can't catch them. Let's go back for now," the commander of the motorized infantry company said beside Sirovich. "We still have two battalions. We can bring them and chase again later."

"Hruski, you coward!" Sirovich said. "We are the brave warriors of the great Soviet Union. We can't be afraid of a few guerrillas!"

The angry Sirovich was very stubborn. The company commander beside him said nothing more. He knew that if he said another word, the enraged Sirovich might shoot him.

The area was full of mountains, and they were unfamiliar with the terrain, which was very dangerous. Hruski frowned and followed Sirovich.

His heavy military boots stomped on the ground as Sirovich strode forward.

Behind him, the Soviet soldiers followed, each tall and robust, leaving footprints behind.

They would search the valley and the bare mountains to see where the guerrillas could hide!

The last Soviet soldier in the line suddenly found his shoelace had come undone. He had to bend down. In battle, such a small mistake could be fatal. His movements were quick.

Just as he tied his shoelace and was about to stand up, he noticed something uneven on the ground beside him.

It was not just uneven; the ground was continuously moving! As he looked, the movement sped up.

Someone was hiding here!

He was about to shout when a voice from the ground said, "Attack!"

Luck couldn't last forever. Now, their good fortune had run out.

The Soviets happened to walk past their hiding place, and one of them had to tie his shoelace. Aga, who was hiding nearby, felt his heart race and his breathing quicken. If he had held his breath, he might have gotten away.

When he realized he couldn't get away, Muhammad had only one choice: to attack!

As Muhammad shouted, he jumped out from under the camouflage net, his AKM rifle set to automatic fire, and pulled the trigger.

"Rat-tat-tat..." At such close range, Muhammad's series of actions were fluid, and several of the leading Soviets were immediately mowed down.

"Click." At that moment, his gun made an unexpected sound, and the firing stopped.

It jammed! Muhammad knew it was bad. The AKM was highly reliable, but it had malfunctioned at this critical moment.

The Soviets on the other side also reacted, turning their gun barrels towards him.

Muhammad and his men jumped up, raising their guns. A close-range firefight was inevitable.

Muhammad was even more alarmed. Such a firefight was extremely dangerous because it inflicted equal damage on both sides. As their bullets entered the enemy's bodies, the enemy's bullets would also hit them, leading to mutual destruction.

This couldn't happen! In an instant, Muhammad made up his mind. He raised his hand, and a grenade flew over.

"Grenade, take cover!" Muhammad shouted loudly.

The lethal radius of the grenade was seven meters, and the distance between the two sides was only a few meters. This grenade would not only hit the enemy but also the shrapnel would harm his own men.

When the Soviets saw the grenade fly over, they cursed the foolish guy on the other side. However, their well-trained instincts kicked in, and they immediately lay down.

"Rumble..." The metal object rolled beside them. A Soviet soldier's face turned pale. Without hesitation, he covered it with his body. He was so close to the grenade that he had no chance of survival. Since he couldn't survive, he might as well sacrifice himself to protect his comrades.

On the battlefield, sacrifices to protect comrades were common, a bond that transcended nationality and race.

"Charge!" As Muhammad threw the grenade, he advanced instead of retreating. He quickly drew his bayonet and attached it to his rifle. The jam would be dealt with later; now, it was time for bayonet combat.

The bayonet, gleaming in the light, pierced the back of a Soviet soldier who had just lain down. Before he could react, Muhammad's bayonet was already there.

Muhammad was not afraid of the grenade exploding because he had not pulled the pin. It was just a trick, and the Soviets had fallen for it!

A firefight was too dangerous; hand-to-hand combat was better!

The bayonet pierced the Soviet's body, and Muhammad twisted it, causing a gush of blood to spurt from the wound. Holding the foregrip with one hand and the stock with the other, Muhammad pulled out the bayonet and stabbed the next man.

In modern times, the use of bayonets had greatly decreased, and they had evolved into multi-functional military knives, such as scissors and saws, with the blood groove removed.

Muhammad's movements were incredibly skilled. Even in the 21st century, the Chinese army still did not abandon bayonet training, as it was an effective way to build courage and bravery.

Seeing Muhammad take the lead and kill a tall Soviet soldier, the other guerrillas were inspired. They armed their rifles with bayonets and charged forward.

The Soviet soldier who had covered the grenade realized they had been tricked. The maximum delay time for a grenade had passed, and the one under him had not exploded!

At such close range, only a complete fool would use a grenade. The enemy had just used it to make them lie down. Every Soviet soldier reacted, getting up from the ground.

Unfortunately, in that short time, the Afghan guerrillas had gained the upper hand. Their bayonets were ready, and they stabbed down at the Soviet soldiers on the ground.

Durrani, carrying a heavy machine gun, did not use a bayonet but instead used the gun body to smash a Soviet soldier's head. The Soviet soldier, caught off guard, had blood flowing from his helmet.

Muhammad had killed two Soviet soldiers. When he charged with his bayonet towards the third, the man had already stood up, legs slightly bent, facing Muhammad.

"Kill!" Muhammad shouted, holding the rifle with both hands and thrusting the bayonet forward. The bayonet thrust was simple: push the gun with both arms, using the right foot's push and the waist's thrust to move the body forward, then kick a large step forward with the left leg, and stab the enemy as the left foot landed, with the right foot sliding forward naturally.

Speed and ferocity were essential!

The Soviet soldier, seeing Muhammad's bayonet thrust, blocked it with his rifle. Then, he swung his rifle, using the butt to strike.

The Soviet soldier had not had time to attach a bayonet, and his strong body gave him immense strength. He intended to use the rifle butt to knock Muhammad down.

According to conventional tactics, Muhammad should have stepped back to avoid the butt. Instead, he took a large step forward, almost diving into the Soviet soldier's body.

The Soviet soldier sneered. How foolish, was this a move for mutual destruction? He pulled his rifle back, intending to use the gun body to strangle the Afghan to death.

At that moment, a powerful impact hit his chest. Despite his large and strong build, he could not withstand it and fell backward. How could this Afghan have such strength?

As he fell, he saw the bayonet coming towards his chest. Just before he hit the ground, the bayonet would pierce him.

His eyes flashed with a fierce look. He dropped his rifle, grabbed Muhammad's gun barrel with his left hand, and the sharp bayonet with his right, quickly detaching it from the rifle.

Then, as he fell, he rolled and stood up, holding the bayonet and charging at Muhammad.

He had disarmed the bayonet! With the bayonet in hand, he was even more confident, moving like a leopard towards Muhammad.

The bright blade was right in front of him.