Chapter 95

Just as he had jumped into the truck, the guerrilla fighter immediately crouched down and lay on the side of the truck. The Soviet-made military truck was indeed sturdy; the rear cargo bed was even made of steel plates, which could easily block the 554 mm bullets.

Bullets hit the cargo bed, making a clanging sound, and sparks flew.

Some bullets hit the anti-aircraft gun and then changed direction, becoming scattered ricochets.

Fahim felt a burning pain in his arm and knew he had been hit. However, he did not stop turning the direction control, and the 23 mm anti-aircraft gun barrel quickly turned to the side.

The Soviet soldiers continued to fire, but when they saw the gun barrel pointing at them, they began to feel afraid. As they hesitated whether to continue firing or retreat, the dual-barreled 23 mm anti-aircraft gun fired again.

"Boom, boom boom." A burst of fire from the gun muzzle was so conspicuous in the darkness, followed by tracer shells flying towards them.

When they saw the arc of the shells in the darkness, no one wanted to stay and die. They picked up their guns, crouched down, and ran in all directions.

"Boom!" Unfortunately, they were too late.

The first 23 mm shell landed right at their feet. When the proximity fuse of the shell detonated, the flying shrapnel immediately pierced the bodies of several Soviet soldiers.

They screamed in agony and fell to the ground. Then, the second shell flew to the side of one of them.

"Boom!" Another explosion, and this person's head disappeared instantly. The upper half of his body was also blown off, leaving only his legs twitching.

"Boom. Boom boom!" Fahim, like before, stepped on the firing pedal with his foot and turned the direction control with his right hand, slowly turning the gun barrel while firing.

The anti-aircraft shells mercilessly reaped the lives of the Soviet soldiers. At the same time, the truck was speeding away.

This was the center, and countless Soviet soldiers were quickly rushing here. No matter how many Soviet soldiers were killed here, if they could not escape, the mission would not be considered a success.

This operation was no longer a guerrilla war but a special operation.

Muhammad stepped on the gas. The truck sped through the narrow streets of Ruhah town.

After turning a corner, a person jumped down from the roof of a nearby building. Khwaja, holding his sniper rifle, directly jumped onto the truck's cargo bed.

"Change the ammunition box," Muhammad shouted from the front.

The anti-aircraft gun had just fired dozens of shells, and the ammunition was almost used up. They might encounter more battles ahead, and this anti-aircraft gun was now essential for their escape. They needed to change to a new ammunition box during the lull in the battle.

Amid the roar of the engine, Muhammad's voice was very clear, but Fahim looked puzzled after hearing Muhammad's words.

Where was the ammunition box? Where was the ammunition box? The anti-aircraft gun in front of him was just a lump of iron, and he couldn't find the ammunition box.

"Khwaja, come and drive!" Muhammad shouted.

Changing drivers while moving was almost impossible. Seeing no Soviet soldiers around, Muhammad slammed on the brakes.

"Whoosh!" With the sound of the airflow, the huge wheels stopped turning. Muhammad jumped out of the cab and quickly climbed onto the cargo bed, while Khwaja easily slipped into the driver's seat.

"Clank." Muhammad removed the ammunition box from the rear of the anti-aircraft gun, and indeed, the shells inside were empty.

He picked up a new ammunition box from the floor of the cargo bed and quickly loaded it onto the gun.

The 85-type anti-aircraft gun was a complete copy of this Soviet model, with the same ammunition box, which held fifty 23 mm shells. Unlike the anti-aircraft machine gun, its rate of fire was not very high. When targeting a single target, it might only fire a dozen or so shells, but the power of its shells far exceeded that of 127 mm and 145 mm anti-aircraft machine guns. Just one shell exploding near an enemy aircraft could bring it down. When firing at ground targets, just two or three shells could completely destroy them.

Seeing Muhammad change the ammunition box, Fahim got off the firing position and did the same, changing the other side's ammunition box.

Fahim's ability to understand was very strong. Muhammad had only briefly taught him, and he could already operate the anti-aircraft gun and fire at targets. Now, after Muhammad demonstrated once, Fahim had already learned how to load the ammunition. This guy was a natural fighter.

"Rumble, rumble." A loud vibration came from behind. Muhammad looked back and saw a huge steel monster quickly approaching from the corner of the street. The elevated gun barrel was turning towards Muhammad's truck.

A T-62 tank!

Tanks were set up as roadblocks at the street corners. After discovering the battle, the tank started moving towards the division headquarters. However, upon finding the headquarters in ruins, the tank crew, enraged, pursued them.

A tank was following them! Everyone was suddenly alarmed.

If it were an infantry fighting vehicle, they could easily penetrate its armor with the 23 mm anti-aircraft gun. But it was a tank! Its thick armor was not something the 23 mm anti-aircraft gun could handle, and the tank's 115 mm smoothbore gun could send this anti-aircraft truck sky-high at any moment!

The only advantage of the anti-aircraft truck was its speed.

Khwaja, who was in the front, also knew the situation was critical. He stepped on the gas, and the engine roared. The huge truck, like a cheetah, weaved through the narrow streets.

His powerful arms continuously turned the steering wheel, causing the truck to sway from side to side as it followed the front wheels.

"Screech..." Amid the screeching sound of the tires against the ground, the truck suddenly turned into another street. The rear of the truck collided with the wall on one side of the street, leaving a trail of marks.

"Boom!" A loud explosion came from behind. The tank had fired.

"Boom!" The shell exploded a few meters behind the truck, and the air blast almost lifted the truck. Everyone lay down in the cargo bed, protected by the side rails, to avoid being hit by shrapnel.

"Hurry, hurry!" The guerrillas kept shouting.

Ahead, the Soviets had set up a temporary roadblock with barbed wire and wooden barriers to stop the truck. A dozen Soviet soldiers on either side of the roadblock were firing their guns at the truck.

"Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat..." The guerrillas on the truck simultaneously leaned out and returned fire.

Khwaja did not slow down but continued to charge forward. He only lowered his head when bullets flew, letting his helmet completely cover his head.

The front glass instantly cracked, and bullets penetrated through the glass towards Khwaja's body.

He felt a severe impact, and his chest felt as if it had been hit by a sledgehammer. If not for the bulletproof insert, he would have several bloody holes in his body.

"Bang!" A collision sound came from the front of the truck. In just a few seconds, the truck had already broken through the roadblock and continued moving forward.

"Die, Soviets!" Seeing the Soviets still firing from the side of the roadblock, Muhammad sat at the anti-aircraft gun position, aimed at the Soviets with the sight, and firmly stepped on the firing pedal.

When firing at aerial targets, the other side's loader had to input various data into the sight, such as the target's heading, speed, and slant range. Normally, two people were required to operate this anti-aircraft gun. However, now Muhammad was using the gun to target ground enemies, which greatly simplified the task. Moreover, due to the close distance, even without precise aiming, the accuracy was still high.

"Boom, boom boom." Several 23 mm shells exploded at the Soviet position, and the Soviets screamed in agony. Several were hit, and their bodies were instantly torn apart. The remaining Soviets, seeing the carnage, abandoned their resistance and immediately retreated.

"Rumble, rumble." The relentless tank followed from behind. Muhammad glanced at the approaching tank, turned the speed setting on the direction control, and adjusted it. Although the tank's speed was much slower than an aircraft, some lead time was still necessary.

After adjusting, Muhammad turned back, tightly focused on the sight, and continuously turned the elevation and direction controls. The crosshairs were on the top of the tank's turret, and he stepped on the firing pedal.

"Boom boom, boom boom boom." As Muhammad stepped on the firing pedal, the anti-aircraft gun vibrated rhythmically, and the recoil mechanism shook. A series of shells flew over.

Do you really think you're invincible? The tank commander's eyes were fixed on the TKH-3 day/night periscope, using the infrared light to see the truck. The truck dared to use an anti-aircraft gun to attack him. Did they really think the 23 mm anti-aircraft gun could pose a threat to his tank? The thick armor of the tank could easily withstand the attack of the shells!

"Distance eighty, speed three, one 11th type shell." The commander shouted, "Prepare to fire."

The loader skillfully loaded the shell into the gun, and the gunner was already aiming at the truck through the TW2B-41 telescopic sight. The previous shell had missed, and this one could not miss.

Almost simultaneously, the anti-aircraft shells from the other side flew over and hit the tank's armor, making a clanging sound. (To be continued...)