Dominate South Asia

He ran, kept running, the Soviets behind him kept chasing, and the number of people around Masoud kept getting smaller.

Massoud had long since regretted it. If he had followed Mhamad's advice and given up attacking Jalalabad, the passive situation would not have happened now. This was simply a trap, waiting for the guerrillas to jump in.

In the mountains, the guerrillas led by Massoud were at home like a fish in water, but here, it was completely different. This place was completely dominated by the Soviets. The sound of the deer above their heads, the pursuit of armored vehicles and infantry behind them, was like a big mouth. Eat Masud's men one by one.

"Da da da." Another round of bullets came from behind. Masoud jumped up in embarrassment and hid behind a nearby big tree. Looking at the Soviet soldiers getting closer and closer, Masoud knew that his last moment had arrived. .

Now that you have chosen to fight, the outcome is doomed. Fight to death. Masud thought of this and was no longer afraid.

He picked up his AK-74 rifle and fired at three o'clock. The Soviet soldier on the opposite side who was chasing the closest fell down.

Kill one to earn money, kill two to earn one! Masoud again aimed for the next one.

Before the trigger was pulled, the Soviet soldier was suddenly shot in the chest and fell backwards.

"Da da, da da da." At this moment, gunshots rang out from the roofs on both sides. The Soviet soldiers who were chasing them were instantly caught in the crossfire of fire, and fell down one by one screaming. The Soviet soldiers behind them The soldiers quickly retreated, using the armored vehicles as cover, and fired at the rooftops on both sides.

In the sky, a Hind was flying quickly. Looking at the battlefield here, the helicopter pilot adjusted his weapon to the machine gun, preparing to use the machine gun to shoot the guerrillas on the roof.

Although there are residents of Jalalabad under the houses, if the shooting continues like this, the residents will be harmed, and the Soviets don't care so much. Anyway, Afghans live there.

The machine gun turret on the Hind's chin was rotating, and the helicopter pilot was about to press the button. At this moment, the weapons operator in the front cabin shouted: "Quick, pull up, nine o'clock, portable missile!"

After being fooled several times, the Soviets finally discovered that the Americans had brought their Stinger missiles to Afghanistan. The previous Hind crashes were all caused by Stinger missiles!

Now, the weapons operator could clearly see that on the top of a private house at nine o'clock, a guerrilla was carrying a long object, quickly aiming, and then launching. It was definitely no ordinary RPG!

The slow-moving Mili Design Bureau is said to be adding an infrared decoy device to the female deer, but until now, the female deer is still the original female deer.

Upon hearing the portable missile, the pilot immediately gave up shooting, and quickly pulled up the throttle collective lever with his left hand. The engine on top made a huge roar, and the Hind helicopter rose abruptly.

Unfortunately, it took time to move from hovering to climbing. The female deer had just pulled up less than five meters when a sound that frightened them came from the top.

"Boom!" The Stinger's warhead accurately hit the Hind's engine. A plume of thick smoke came out from the top. The helicopter lost power and fell rapidly from the pulled-up position.

The propeller on top began to rotate, and then the sturdy landing gear below hit the ground.

Although the hydraulic device of the landing gear absorbed a large impact force, the two pilots above were still knocked to pieces. They persisted, opened their hatch covers, unfastened their seat belts, and rolled and climbed from above. Come down underground.

There is a huge propeller on the top of the helicopter's head, which makes it impossible for the helicopter to use the ejection rescue method of ordinary fighter planes. Moreover, helicopter operations are often at the height of treetops, and there is no time to eject. Therefore, helicopters can only enhance their crash resistance during design.

The female deer has a strong ability to withstand crashes. Now, although the helicopter crashed due to a stinger, the two of them were intact and ran towards the street behind them.

After running a few steps, suddenly, there was a loud bang.

The guerrillas carrying the Stinger missiles snorted disdainfully and quickly descended from the roof. In order to prevent the Soviet attack, several landmines were laid at the street entrance, which happened to be stepped on by the two Soviet pilots. arrive.

The frightened Masoud, with the help of the newly arrived personnel, successfully escaped from the Soviet pursuit. He stood panting at the corner of the street and looked at the people coming down from the roof.

"Fahim." At this time, the person Masoud didn't want to see the most was Fahim. Last time, he and Fahim had already had a bad relationship. At that time, Masou suppressed his anger and almost shot Fahim. .

But now, Fahim saved Masoud, and Masoud knew that he was wrong.

"Masud, it's great to see you." Fahim's words were full of joy: "We rushed into Jalalabad with the remaining guerrillas. I didn't find our Panjshir guerrillas. I thought you We also retreated together. Retreating to the mountains is a dead end. The Soviet deer will tear us into pieces. It's great to see you still here. "

Fahim's joyful expression was not fake, and Masoud suddenly felt the urge to cry.

"We have temporarily controlled a hospital." Fahim said: "It is safe here for the time being. I will take you to see His Excellency Mhamad."

To meet Mhammad? At this time, the person Masud was most embarrassed to see was Hamad.

"Our guerrillas have suffered heavy losses." Fahim said, "We are still surrounded by the Soviets. We need to unite to get out of the current predicament."

Unity! Even Fahim understands the principle of unity. Masood recalled his performance at that time. He completely trusted Nicotine Pudding and was willing to even cause the division of his own side. At that time, he was really wrong.

He had to bear his own mistakes. Now that Muhammad is here, he has to admit his mistakes to Muhammad in person.

Masood thought so, looking at the last thirty or forty people left around him. The size of the guerrillas has shrunk to almost one-tenth of the original size. This bitter fruit was brewed by himself.

When Fahim took Masood into the hospital, the three floors of the hospital had been completely cleared out by Muhammad and his men.

The sniper was indeed not dead. During the cleaning process on the second and third floors, no more Soviets who were resisting were found. The rest of the guerrillas thought they were completely safe. Muhammad asked people to search the roof. As a result, two more guerrillas were lost in the process of climbing up from the roof. The sniper also exposed his position and was shot by Khwaja with an SVD sniper rifle in the distance.

The scale of this hospital is not large. Including the dean, there are a total of 52 doctors and nurses, including 21 Afghans and 31 Soviets. Among the Soviets, there are 6 men and the rest are women.

There are 26 patients. Since it was morning when they attacked, no other patients came. They were all Soviet soldiers hospitalized.

Those who came to the hospital were unarmed. Several Soviet soldiers wanted to resist, but they were beaten by the guerrillas.

The Afghan doctors and nurses were temporarily taken to a room on the second floor. Only these Soviets were left in the hall on the first floor.

"You are openly defying the Geneva Convention! Attacking our hospital! We, we... protest!" The speaker was a middle-aged man, the director of this hospital. There were some bruises around his eyes. He had just been hit twice for resisting.

"Geneva Convention?" Muhammad smiled: "What is the Geneva Convention? I don't know. I am illiterate."

After that, Muhammad raised his foot and kicked the man's chest fiercely.

"Ah." The director screamed. Muhammad's hand was very heavy.

"Tell me, what is the Geneva Convention? What is an invader? What is the destruction of a country!" Muhammad said, and raised his feet again.

They did not come for friendship, they are invaders, what about the medical staff? In the East, during World War II, weren't the Japanese medical staff the culprits who developed poison gas bombs?

"Leave five people, and take the rest to the edge of the front defense circle!" Muhammad said.

"No, you can't do this!" The dean was kicked hard by Muhammad, his lungs were injured, and he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood. Most of these medical staff are women. If they are put in the front, I am afraid...

"Then what do you think I should do?" Muhammad asked the dean: "Or, you can talk to the people of the 117th Regiment and the 108th Division, and ask them to open a road so that I can retreat to the mountains?"

The outside is surrounded. With these hostages, Muhammad can prevent the Soviets from making any unusual movements and can maintain a stalemate for a while. If there are no hostages, the crazy Soviets may cover the place with artillery fire, and everything here will become ruins.

Although there are still civilians here, Muhammad believes that when the real battle begins, even if it is a street fight, civilians will suffer unnecessary harm, and the Soviets will not care about civilians.

This is also the reason why Muhammad was unwilling to attack Jalalabad. He was not sure of taking it down, let alone occupying Jalalabad. Those damn alliance leaders, that nicotine pudding that lacked fire, that stupid Masoud!

"Mr. Muhammad." Just then, a voice came from behind.

Muhammad turned around and saw Masoud, a man in his prime, a man with a high education, who organized guerrillas to fight against the Soviets and finally won the title of Panjshir Lion. He was looking at him with a guilty look. He only took a glance and lowered his head. White hair had already appeared on his head.