Chapter 76

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"Sir, be careful!" Durani had already seen the people galloping over the snow, and leading them was his instructor, his closest person, Muhammad!

The other side has a very skilled sniper! Not knowing the situation, the instructor was galloping over and could easily be taken out by the sniper! Durani was very worried about his instructor's safety. He no longer cared about his own life and repositioned the RPK light machine gun. The 75-round drum magazine continuously fed the bullets into the chamber, and they were fired out of the muzzle.

Theoretically, the RPK light machine gun is not a machine gun but rather an automatic rifle with a heavy barrel. Continuous firing for a long time would overheat the barrel and even cause it to explode.

Moreover, as long as Durani poked his head out, he would still be in danger. At this moment, he ignored everything and kept firing, firing! Suppressing that damned sniper!

Upon learning that the instructor had arrived, Osama and Ramallah also abandoned their fear of the sniper and continuously fired their guns at the opposite side. Several old-style Aifeld rifles were also continuously loaded and fired at the opposite mountain top.

A small-scale fire network was formed again. If there was a sniper on the opposite mountain top, he would have no chance to shoot!

At this moment, about twenty meters away from the area covered by the fire network of the Afghan guerrillas, the sniper Shiregeyev casually held his sniper rifle. The scope of the SVD sniper rifle gradually focused on a person in the crosshairs.

Shiregeyev was sent by Moscow. It had been proven that large-scale armies might not necessarily be effective against the Afghan guerrillas. On the contrary, small units, especially special forces, could play a more important role.

From other units, the Soviet Union selected twenty excellent snipers to enter Afghanistan, scattered in areas where guerrillas frequently appeared, continuously causing casualties and increasing their panic.

Shiregeyev had wandered in the mountains for five or six days and finally encountered this guerrilla group, which made him very happy.

Every shot must be followed by a change of position; this is a basic principle of sniper combat.

Now, Shiregeyev had pinned the remaining people behind two rocks, preventing them from moving. Shiregeyev was very interested in this game. Now, he just needed to wait until the guerrillas behind the rocks lost patience and poked their heads out again.

It was like a cat catching a mouse. Shiregeyev could wait for days and nights without any problem; he had plenty of patience.

Now, instead of waiting for the Afghan guerrillas to poke their heads out, a new group of riders appeared.

The Soviet army was a mechanized force, and such outdated cavalry had long been phased out of the Soviet equipment list. After these riders appeared, the Afghan guerrillas on this side started firing wildly. It was likely that the new arrivals were important targets.

Shiregeyev turned his sniper rifle, and the scope focused on the leading rider. He was tall and robust, carrying an AK-74 rifle, and his entire face was wrapped in a scarf. The hot breath formed ice chips on the scarf, and only his eyes were visible. Those sharp eyes made Shiregeyev excited for a moment.

Wasn't this the target that the mission required to be eliminated? Muhammad, who had been causing trouble in the northern Jalalabad region? Why wasn't he staying in the north of Jalalabad but came here instead?

Although Shiregeyev was a bit curious, he still re-aimed his scope. A specialized sniper round quietly lay in the chamber.

Aim for this guy's head! Shiregeyev had already focused the crosshairs on the target's head, but upon closer inspection, something was strange about the target's head! Just like the guy who was hit by him but stood up again, they were wearing a special steel helmet.

A helmet that could block his sniper round could only be one type: the Soviet-made titanium alloy helmet! They must have captured it on the battlefield! Thinking of this, Shiregeyev lowered the muzzle and aimed at the target's chest.

The specialized 7N1 sniper round could easily tear through the target's body. The copper-jacketed steel-core bullet had a conical steel core at the front and a lead column at the back, with a few millimeters of space at the tip. Upon impact, the lead column would compress the steel core, causing the bullet to shift its center of gravity and tumble. When it exited the back, it would tear a large hole. Given the medical conditions of the Afghan guerrillas, anyone hit would surely die and could not be saved.

Shiregeyev did not know that, at the same time he was aiming his sniper rifle at the target, another sniper on the opposite hill was searching for him.

Khvaja lay on the hill, completely covered in white camouflage, and his sniper rifle was also wrapped in white cloth. No one had discovered him.

Just as the gunfire started, the instructor recognized that there was a sniper on the other side, and there was only one sniper!

Khvaja was sent to this side, and his task was to search for the sniper on the other side and eliminate him!

The other side was well-hidden, and except for the white mountain top, Khvaja could see nothing. During this time, he had learned more sniper techniques under Muhammad's training. Now, he knew he had encountered an extremely difficult opponent. The other side's concealment skills were simply extraordinary.

Khvaja did not expect that the instructor would appear at this moment, knowing that there was a sniper on the other side!

The instructor was using himself as bait to draw the sniper's fire, giving Khvaja the opportunity to locate the sniper! Thinking of this, Khvaja felt both moved and worried, and he observed the opposite mountain top even more carefully.

Shiregeyev focused the crosshairs on Muhammad and aimed at his chest. Then, he pulled the trigger.

"Click." The sound of the firing pin striking the primer entered his ears, followed by a "bang" as the propellant was ignited, burning fiercely and pushing the bullet out of the muzzle. When the gas behind the bullet rushed out of the muzzle, it collided with the surrounding air, making a "thud."

The snow around him was lifted by the airflow, fluttering in the air.

Before the snowflakes had even landed, the sniper scope was unclear, but he trusted his ability. The guy named Muhammad would definitely not survive.

His eyes continued to focus on the scope, hoping to see the target fall off the horse after the snowflakes landed.

At this moment, Shiregeyev suddenly felt a sense of alertness and, without thinking, rolled to the side.

"Thud." A bullet from the other side flew over and hit the spot where he had just fired. The other side had almost immediately discovered his position and fired back!

When did another sniper appear on the other side?

With nearly twenty cavalrymen and a sniper, his most important task now was not to eliminate so many of them but to temporarily retreat!

In an instant, Shiregeyev made his decision. He would not engage in a prolonged battle and quickly retreated along the prepared route with his SVD sniper rifle.

Indeed, he was retreating backward.

The snow was deep everywhere, and each step left a deep footprint. If Shiregeyev ran forward, it would not take long for the riders to reach the mountain top and follow his footprints to catch up with him.

Being captured by the Afghan guerrillas would not end well. The rumors of the Afghan guerrillas skinning people had already spread throughout the Soviet forces in Afghanistan.

This backward running technique was something Shiregeyev had practiced during training. That crazy instructor had made them do such things, and no one liked running backward!

But now, this technique could save his life.

Shiregeyev ran for more than three hundred meters and hid in a temporary snow cave. The snow here was more than two meters deep, and he had dug a snow cave here the day before.

He would wait for the Afghan guerrillas to leave and then quietly follow them. The first thing he would do was to eliminate that sniper!

Shiregeyev closed his eyes and waited silently. In the snow cave, he could not see outside, but his ears were more useful.

"Instructor!" Seeing Muhammad hit, Durani dropped the RPK light machine gun and ran to Muhammad's position.

He no longer cared about the sniper.

Muhammad held his chest, pulled the reins, and leaned on the horse's back.

At this moment, Durani had already run over and shouted, "Instructor, instructor!"

Muhammad's face was pale, and he stood up from the horse's back, "I'm fine."

The bullet had embedded itself in the bulletproof insert, which then hit Muhammad's stomach firmly. He had just recovered from gas poisoning and had been on the horse for a whole day, so his condition was poor.

"Search that mountain top." Muhammad said, "We can't let the Soviet sniper escape!"

The Soviet sniper had already run away? Osama ran to Muhammad's front and, upon hearing Muhammad's judgment, suddenly understood that their sniper had successfully let the enemy escape.

If the enemy had not left, they would have seized the opportunity to fire now, as they were all exposed.

"Yes, follow me!" Osama shouted. After several Tajik brothers had died, the remaining people were very angry. Now, hearing that the sniper had escaped, they all rushed towards the mountain top.

Muhammad led the riders and followed them up the hill and to the mountain top.

Everything was white, and nothing could be seen. There were some deep footprints, but they were quite scattered.

Where did that damned sniper escape to?

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