Chapter 32

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"043, please respond." A noisy voice came through the radio, accompanied by a command.

Muhammad picked up the radio, pressed the talk button, and replied in a muffled voice, "Received, received, 043 calling, 043 calling, hello, hello."

Muhammad retained all the memories from his previous life. As a former special forces soldier, he sometimes participated in joint military exercises with Russian and Central Asian armies. He could clearly express common military terms in Russian. Now, he deliberately pretended that the radio signal was interfered with, spoke a few sentences, and then turned off the radio.

Hwaja, sitting behind him, said to Muhammad, "We'll go over that mountain peak ahead, and we'll be out of the mountains."

The guerrillas lived in the mountains, where they were like fish in water. Now, however, they had to cross the mountain peak and enter the area near Jalalabad.

On the outskirts of Jalalabad, there was an airbase where Soviet Mi-24 helicopters were stationed.

After several battles, Muhammad's anger towards these helicopters had reached its peak. If he didn't take them out, the guerrillas would continue to be chased like rats. Therefore, he formulated this bold battle plan: to impersonate Afghan government troops, enter the helicopter base, and blow up those helicopters!

It was already late at night, and the operation had to be swift. They had to enter the Hind base before dawn to minimize the cost of the attack!

He only brought a dozen guerrilla fighters; the rest remained in the mountains to protect the villagers.

The BMP infantry fighting vehicle's engine roared, and the slope was almost at a 40-degree angle. The vehicle tilted as if it might flip over at any moment. Everyone tightly gripped the handrails, praying that it wouldn't flip over.

Finally, the vehicle reached the top of the hill and leaned forward again, ready to go downhill.

Muhammad's head was always exposed, which was the favorite way of armor troops. Inside, using a periscope, the view was too narrow, and it was more comfortable to look out this way.

The engine beside him kept roaring. After several days of continuous combat, Muhammad was still full of energy. He gazed into the distance, where the undulating mountains disappeared. The flat land between the northern and western mountains was Jalalabad.

Jalalabad is located in eastern Afghanistan, near the Pakistani border, with the Kabul River and Kunar River flowing nearby. It is the capital of Nangarhar Province, built by Emperor Akbar of the Mughal Empire, and was once a center of ancient Buddhism, visited by Faxian and Xuanzang. It is a key transportation hub between Afghanistan and Pakistan. When the Soviets controlled Afghanistan, it also became a key city with a heavy military presence.

What the Soviets did not expect was that when they overthrew the Afghan government and installed a puppet regime, the Afghan guerrillas sprang up like mushrooms after the rain. They were elusive and constantly ambushed the Soviets, who were exhausted by the constant attacks. Helicopters, with their mobility and rapid response capabilities, became a powerful weapon for the Soviets in their counter-insurgency operations.

If Muhammad wanted to make life better for the guerrillas in the mountains, he had to strike at the Soviets' weak point—destroying the helicopters!

On the flat land, the armored vehicle moved faster, driving on the dirt road towards Jalalabad.

At the mountain pass, they encountered a Soviet checkpoint, which guarded the entrance and exit of the mountains and had set up roadblocks.

Muhammad barely glanced and ducked his head, driving the armored vehicle past. Before they reached the roadblock, it had already been moved aside.

The soldiers at this checkpoint knew about the heavy losses the army had suffered in the mountains. A defeated and angry army could erupt at any moment, so they didn't even ask questions.

They never imagined that guerrillas could drive an armored vehicle out of the mountains. It was almost impossible because the guerrillas didn't know how to operate such vehicles.

A tracked infantry fighting vehicle was very different from a wheeled one. It had no steering wheel but was controlled by levers. The levers controlled forward, backward, and turning movements. Without training, it was impossible to operate.

However, these were not problems for Muhammad. This type of infantry fighting vehicle was similar to those in his home country, making it easy to handle. Not only could he drive an infantry fighting vehicle, but he could also operate a tank and even a helicopter, thanks to the extensive training he received in the special forces.

After passing the checkpoint, Muhammad re-emerged, and the headlights were turned on. They were now in a safe area.

After driving for several miles, Muhammad's expression became serious. In the open field outside the city, he could see the searchlights and the Hind helicopters on the tarmac.

The Soviets were highly alert, and it was almost dawn, the time when people sleep the deepest, yet they were still busy.

Under the searchlights, about seven or eight people were working on a Hind. The top engine cover was open, and the side panels were also open. They were紧张地进行维修。

Hind直升机原本设计用于在西欧伴随装甲部队冲锋，但在阿富汗这种复杂多变的山区，Hind的发动机功率不足，同时容易受到各种气流的影响，机械故障频发，给地勤人员带来了较大的负担。

这里的基地也很简陋，简陋到没有机库，所有的维修保养都是在露天进行的。

基地外围还有站岗放哨的战士，路口有两辆T-62坦克作为固定碉堡使用，里面也可以看到巡逻的苏联人。

苏联人守卫得如此严密，想要直接闯进去是不可能的。虽然可以糊弄山区的哨卡，但糊弄不了这里的苏联人。

必须得想个别的办法，制造混乱！

穆罕默德刹住了车，简单地交代了一下，赫尔曼和一名游击队员提前下车，扛着迫击炮，消失在黑暗之中。

步兵战车继续向前开动，车内的所有战士都做好了准备，他们握着手中的枪，随时都会从头顶的舱盖中探出头来，消灭苏联人！

“赫瓦贾，按照我教的方法瞄准，不要心急。”穆罕默德对钻到炮塔上的赫瓦贾说道。

“明白。”一枚73毫米榴弹被塞进了炮膛，赫瓦贾按动电钮，看着炮塔随之转动，接着，眼睛盯上了瞄准具。既然用十字线套住目标，距离又很近，没有不击中的道理。

“站住！”哨卡前的一名苏联士兵站在路口，向装甲车喊道：“你们是哪一部分的？”

装甲车停了下来，驾驶员从舱盖里出来，头顶着装甲帽，嘴上戴着一个黑乎乎的口罩，向他说道：“机步师的，游击队可能会来直升机基地偷袭，军部命令，前来支援。”

对方说得一本正经，但是，如果有支援前来，己方怎么没有接收到上面的命令？而且，似乎总有哪里不对？

对了，应该是炮塔里的班长跟自己对答才对，怎么会让驾驶员来回答？这个班长还真是傲慢！想到这里，他不由得疑心更大，喊道：“你们先等着，我去跟上级核实。”

说完，他向回走，准备走到哨卡旁边打电话。

穆罕默德将装甲车熄火，车灯关闭，似乎在轻松地等待。

其余的哨兵守在左右，看着那名哨兵进入了亭子，开始打电话。

“轰！”突然，远处冒出了一股火光，一枚迫击炮炮弹从远处发射过来，带着凌厉的呼啸，飞进了空军基地，在一块停机坪上爆炸。

幸好那里没有直升机，但是，从那边刚刚巡逻过的一队苏联士兵被炮弹击中，两名离得最近的士兵在爆炸中被炸断了腿，鲜血不停地流出来，上半身还有知觉，发出惨叫声，其余几个受伤较轻的，被弹片击中了身体，也是惨号着。

果然是游击队！阿富汗游击队在用迫击炮袭击己方的机场！顿时，机场上响起了警报。

无数苏联士兵端着枪，从营房里冲出来，冲上汽车，向着迫击炮射击的方向奔去。

连那两辆当作固定碉堡的坦克，此时也被发动着，轰隆隆地开动起来。

“喂，快走！”刚刚接通了电话，还没有说话的哨兵，看到了迫击炮的射击，立刻放下了电话，向着穆罕默德的装甲车喊道。

他们离炮击点最近，最容易追上那几名游击队。

“嗡，嗡嗡。”穆罕默德发动着，但是不知为何，发动机就是启动不起来。

这些哨兵都已经跳上了穆罕默德的装甲车，等了半天，发动机的轰鸣声还是没有传来，他们终于等得不耐烦了，从装甲车上跳下来，徒步追了过去。

这一发迫击炮的炮弹，仿佛像是捅了马蜂窝，几乎所有的守备士兵都奔了过去。

现在，虽然游击队开始如雨后春笋般出现，暂时依旧没有成气候，苏联人占据了所有的城市，正在不断地向山区发动扫荡，妄图彻底地把阿富汗平定下来。

只有苏联人进山去征讨游击队，还没有游击队主动进攻的先例，现在的游击队根本就没有那本事，所以，当这一发炮弹飞来的时候，所有的苏联人都愤怒了。

当这些苏联人都冲出去的时候，穆罕默德的装甲车终于轰隆隆地发动了，他使劲地推了推操作杆，嘴里都要流出口水了，这么多的雌鹿，都是自己的早餐！

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They were working nervously.

The Hind helicopters were originally designed to accompany armored units in Western Europe, but in the complex and varied mountains of Afghanistan, the Hinds' engines were underpowered and prone to mechanical failures due to various air currents, which placed a significant burden on the ground crew.

The base here was very rudimentary, with no hangars, and all maintenance and repairs were done outdoors.

There were also guards on duty around the perimeter of the base, and two T-62 tanks were used as fixed bunkers at the entrance, with Soviet soldiers patrolling inside.

The Soviets were so well-guarded that it was impossible to directly break in. While they could deceive the checkpoints in the mountains, they couldn't fool the Soviets here.

They had to come up with another plan to create chaos!

Muhammad stopped the vehicle and gave a brief instruction. Herman and a guerrilla fighter got out of the vehicle early, carrying a mortar, and disappeared into the darkness.

The infantry fighting vehicle continued to move forward, and all the soldiers inside were ready. They held their guns, ready to pop out of the hatches and eliminate the Soviets at any moment!

"Khvaja, aim as I taught you, don't rush," Muhammad said to Khvaja, who had climbed into the turret.

"Understood." A 73mm shell was loaded into the gun, and Khvaja pressed the button, watching the turret turn. Then, he focused on the sight. Since he was using the crosshairs to aim, and the distance was close, there was no way he could miss.

"Stop!" A Soviet soldier at the checkpoint stood in the road and shouted at the armored vehicle, "Which unit are you from?"

The armored vehicle stopped, and the driver emerged from the hatch, wearing an armored helmet and a black mask, and said, "From the mechanized infantry division. The guerrillas might attack the helicopter base, and the military command has ordered us to come for support."

The other side spoke formally, but if there was support coming, why hadn't they received orders from above? And something seemed off.

Right, the squad leader in the turret should have been the one to answer, not the driver. This squad leader was really arrogant! Thinking this, he became even more suspicious and shouted, "Wait here, I'll verify with my superiors."

He turned and walked back to the checkpoint to make a phone call.

Muhammad turned off the engine and the headlights, seemingly waiting casually.

The other guards stood on either side, watching the guard enter the booth and start making a call.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a burst of firelight appeared in the distance. A mortar shell was launched from afar, whistling sharply as it flew into the airbase and exploded on a tarmac.

Fortunately, there were no helicopters there, but a squad of Soviet soldiers who had just patrolled the area were hit by the shell. Two of the closest soldiers had their legs blown off, blood gushing out, and they were still conscious, screaming in pain. The others, who were less severely injured, were also hit by shrapnel and were howling in pain.

It was indeed the guerrillas! The Afghan guerrillas were attacking the airbase with a mortar! Immediately, the airbase sounded the alarm.

Countless Soviet soldiers, guns in hand, rushed out of the barracks, climbed into vehicles, and headed towards the direction of the mortar fire.

Even the two T-62 tanks, which were used as fixed bunkers, were now roaring to life.

"Hey, hurry up!" The guard, who had just connected the call but hadn't spoken, saw the mortar fire and immediately put down the phone, shouting at Muhammad's armored vehicle.

They were the closest to the mortar fire and could easily catch up with the guerrillas.

"Buzz, buzz." Muhammad tried to start the engine, but for some reason, it wouldn't start.

The guards had already jumped onto Muhammad's armored vehicle. After waiting for a long time, the engine still didn't roar to life, and they finally lost patience, jumping off the vehicle and chasing on foot.

This mortar shell seemed to have stirred up a hornet's nest, and almost all the guards rushed over.

At this moment, although the guerrillas were beginning to emerge like mushrooms after the rain, they were still not a significant force. The Soviets occupied all the cities and were continuously launching sweeps into the mountains, trying to completely subdue Afghanistan.

Only the Soviets went into the mountains to suppress the guerrillas; there had been no precedent for the guerrillas to launch an active attack. So, when the shell flew in, all the Soviets were enraged.

When these Soviets rushed out, Muhammad's armored vehicle finally roared to life. He pushed the control lever hard, almost drooling at the thought of all the Hinds that would be his breakfast!