Chapter 31

"Thirty-second Division of the government army, we came out together." Muhamed shouted loudly, "Our car broke down, the company commander told us to wait for your armored vehicle."

As Muhamed shouted, the people behind him strode toward the armored vehicle.

"Waited half the night, I'm starving, brother, do you have any food?" Muhamed shouted as he walked forward.

"Stop, don't get closer!" the Soviet squad leader shouted, and at the same time, the turret turned, and the machine gun aimed at them.

Seeing the hostility from the Soviets, Khwaja, who was next to Muhamed, gave a signal, ready to act immediately!

Muhamed continued to walk confidently, shaking his head, and Khwaja had no choice but to follow.

Now, they were essentially gambling; if the other side pulled the trigger, these dozen or so people would be instantly eliminated.

Muhamed continued to walk forward, and the Soviet squad leader couldn't help but shout again, "Stop, don't get closer, I haven't received orders from the company commander, you can't come over!"

If this vehicle were to pick up these dozen or so Afghans, the company commander should have informed him via radio, right?

"This damn mountain area, the radio signal has always been poor. We've been waiting for half the night, what do you mean?" Muhamed said, "My men have been fighting alongside you. The mortar shell the day before yesterday killed two of my men. If you dare to shoot at me, don't blame me for not being gentle!"

Although Muhamed said this, he didn't raise his gun. At this moment, he had already reached the armored vehicle, grabbed the cable hook on the side of the vehicle, and climbed to the top.

The BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicle's turret is small and the top is flat. After he climbed up, he leaned against the turret and sat down.

Behind him, the other soldiers also climbed up one by one.

They didn't ask to enter the interior of the armored vehicle. This type of vehicle is designed to carry only one infantry squad. When Sahar's men climbed in, it was already crowded. Now, they all climbed to the top, filling it up.

The Soviet squad leader had to back down. They probably weren't guerrillas; if they were Afghan guerrillas, how could they be so unguarded?

The Afghan government army usually respects Soviet soldiers, but if they are provoked, they can also cause trouble. The Soviet squad leader had once seen an Afghan government army platoon leader cause a commotion at headquarters over the food. This behavior fit their style.

Since that's the case, let them ride on the armored vehicle. With them outside, if they encounter Afghan guerrillas, they can help defend.

Muhamed took a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and said to the Soviet squad leader on the turret, "Brother, do you have a light?"

"No smoking during combat, it's a rule, I'll confiscate it," the Soviet squad leader said disdainfully, looking at the Pamir cigarette. He reached out to take the cigarette and then climbed into the turret, closing the hatch.

Just as his hand reached out, a flash of a blade appeared before his eyes.

Muhamed had a bayonet in his hand, which quickly slashed across his throat. Instantly, he felt a warm, bloody flow from his throat. His mouth opened wide, trying to breathe, but with the rise and fall of his chest, only cold air rushed into his trachea, making his lungs increasingly suffocated.

Finally, he fell on the shield, his body trembling, gradually losing breath.

Muhamed kicked the Soviet squad leader into the armored vehicle and, without hesitation, inserted his AKM rifle through the turret hatch and pulled the trigger.

"Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat." Bullets flew inside the armored vehicle, each one bringing the feeling of death. Even if they weren't hit immediately, the bullets bouncing off the side armor still caused great harm.

Inside, screams of pain echoed continuously.

The driver, seeing the situation, stepped on the gas to accelerate, trying to shake off the people on top.

Unfortunately, just as the driver stepped on the gas, the view through the periscope was blacked out by a handful of mud, making it impossible to see anything.

The driver, determined, stepped on the gas and pulled the steering lever.

"Quick, jump off the vehicle," Muhamed shouted. The people outside the vehicle could be thrown off at any moment and crushed by the tracks.

The other guerrillas jumped off one by one. Muhamed persisted, holding onto the turret shield with one hand to stabilize himself, and with the other hand, continued to fire his rifle into the vehicle.

"Coach, jump off the vehicle!" Khwaja shouted, having just jumped off.

Ahead were several large rocks, and the armored vehicle charged straight toward them.

"Boom!" The armored vehicle crashed heavily into the rocks and came to a sudden stop. At the moment it stopped, Muhamed jumped off the vehicle, rolled forward twice to reduce his speed, and then stood up.

The engine of the armored vehicle stopped roaring, and there was no sound inside.

Did they all pass out? After Muhamed stood up, he ran a few steps to the armored vehicle and climbed in through the turret hatch.

"Be careful!" Durani shouted. There were about a dozen government soldiers and three or four Soviets inside. It was too dangerous for the coach to go in alone.

He shouted as he ran over, and the other guerrillas followed.

Just as Durani jumped onto the top of the armored vehicle, he heard a creak from the rear, and the rear door opened.

Muhamed jumped out of the rear door and said to the guerrillas, "Move the bodies out, quickly!"

The soldiers in the rear compartment were almost all killed by Muhamed's earlier shooting, and the few who survived were knocked unconscious by the violent impact.

The driver in the front was also knocked unconscious. This infantry fighting vehicle was finally captured intact.

If it were just to destroy this armored vehicle, it would be very simple. Just use a 12.7mm machine gun to sweep it, and it would be disabled.

When Muhamed noticed the Soviets trying to escape and saw this lone infantry fighting vehicle coming to pick up the Afghan government soldiers, he had an idea. Originally, he only planned to destroy the vehicle, but then a bold plan came to his mind.

Those female deer are simply too despicable! If it weren't for them, he could fight guerrilla warfare more easily and seize enough weapons and ammunition. Now, he had to run after just a few shots. Thinking about these battles, Muhamed felt frustrated, especially the last one, where he would have been killed if he had run any slower.

He decided to capture this infantry fighting vehicle and destroy the female deer's base! The idea made his brain heat up, and once he made the decision, he wouldn't give up.

So, he led a dozen guerrillas, changed into Afghan government army uniforms. It was impossible to impersonate Soviet soldiers due to the significant physical differences, but impersonating the government army was much easier.

Although it was dangerous, Muhamed completed the first step of his plan, capturing the infantry fighting vehicle intact. He was reluctant to throw a grenade inside, as it would easily eliminate everyone inside.

The bodies were carried out one by one. When the body of the Afghan government army platoon leader was carried out, Aga was silent.

This was Sahar's body.

Sahar was a despicable traitor. As an Afghan, he had joined the invading Soviets! These Afghan government soldiers were all working for the Soviets, traitors!

"Each body must be confirmed dead," Muhamed said.

There was no time to bury the bodies; they could only be left there. After all, he had very little time.

To confirm they were dead meant to give each one another shot or stab, as he was trained in the special forces.

Aga took out his bayonet, intending to stab Sahar again, but childhood memories flashed before his eyes. He and Hadim, Sahar, had been childhood friends. He never thought they would become mortal enemies. Since Sahar was already dead, he decided not to stab him.

Aga didn't act and just let the body be thrown aside.

Seeing all the bodies carried out, Muhamed jumped into the front driver's cabin and restarted the vehicle.

"Buzz, buzz." As he pressed the start button, the engine on the side began to vibrate rhythmically.

"Quick, get in the vehicle," Muhamed shouted. He put on the armored vehicle cap, stuck his head out of the hatch, and watched everyone get in. He pulled the control lever, and the armored vehicle moved backward.

The tracks crushed the bodies, turning them into minced meat, and blood stained the ground red.

Muhamed looked at the crushed meat with a blank expression, pulled the control lever, stepped on the gas, and the infantry fighting vehicle rumbled forward, disappearing into the dark night.

Inside the armored vehicle, everyone was very excited. If it weren't for the coach, they would never have imagined themselves inside a Soviet infantry fighting vehicle, listening to the engine's roar like a symphony.

They looked at Muhamed, who was driving, with admiration. Fighting with the coach meant victory in every battle!

Muhamed's eyes were fixed on the road ahead, his gaze deep. He knew how difficult this mission was.