Dominate South Asia

In order not to arouse the suspicion of the Soviets, when Aga came out of the encirclement, he brought nothing and had no weapons. Therefore, he could only use stones to kill the Soviet soldier who was following him. Fortunately, this guy was sleeping soundly enough.

Aga changed his direction and ran to the north. Following the route told by Muhammad, he ran for another half a day after dawn and finally found his own team, a squad of fifty people led by Durrani.

More than fifty war horses, at this time, there were no people on the horses' backs, and behind the horses, there were two-wheeled carts with more than a dozen tubes on them.

107mm rocket launcher! This type of rocket launcher can be combined in any way, with four, eight, or twelve tubes, and the size and weight are moderate. Now, it can be dragged by horses and can move forward on the mountain road without much effort.

There are twenty such rocket launchers, and the rest of the horses are carrying boxes of rockets.

These were all the war horses of the guerrillas, and they were all left to Durrani. Horses were useless in the urban area.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Durrani turned his head and saw Aga running hurriedly.

"What? The instructor was surrounded by the Soviets?" Durrani's expression immediately became nervous when he heard this. The instructor took the rest of the team away. Durrani followed the instructor's order and began to move westward. He thought that the instructor could successfully complete the given task and rescue the guerrillas as before.

And now, the instructor has fallen into Jalalabad and is surrounded by two regiments of Soviets.

"Let's go to Jalalabad immediately and rescue the instructor!" Ramal said on the side. Now, he has completely integrated into this guerrilla team and knows that Muhammad is the soul of this guerrilla team. If Muhammad gets into trouble, this guerrilla team will collapse.

"No, when I came, the instructor repeatedly told us that we can't go to Jalalabad. Going there, no matter how many troops we have, it will be useless. We need to go to Bagram!" Agha said: "The Soviets' advantage lies in their powerful air force. We have to attack Bagram!"

Ambush Bagram! Before Durrani parted with Muhammad, Muhammad had mentioned it to him. It was only after receiving Muhammad's order that Durrani led the team to maneuver westward.

And now, Agha is confirming Muhammad's order. It must be fast! It must be ruthless!

These fifty people are mainly responsible for operating these rocket launchers. With the continuous support of the Americans, Muhammad's guerrillas now have 20 rocket launchers. Even if they only fire once, the rockets flying through the sky will turn Bagram into a sea of ​​fire.

In the past, Muhammad had the idea of ​​attacking Bagram. It was the base of the Soviet army in northern Afghanistan, the headquarters of the 108th Division, and the base of the Soviet Air Force. Soviet fighter planes took off from here and flew freely over Afghanistan. Those Hinds and Su-25s brought heavy casualties to the guerrillas.

Unfortunately, Muhammad had no chance. Bagram was well defended. Even if the attack was successful, they would never be able to retreat.

But now it is different. The main force of Bagram has been transferred to Jalalabad. There is only half a regiment of Soviet troops left there, which is much easier to attack than before.

When the 108th Division excitedly thought that they had trapped the main force of the guerrillas and would completely quell the rebellion in the north in one fell swoop, they didn't know that their old nest was empty.

This is an opportunity!

Muhammad also made a great determination to decide to let this 50-man team attack Bagram. At the same time, he also firmly believed that this was the best solution to solve the dilemma of Jalalabad.

Releasing the prisoners and civilians in batches is just delaying time! Muhammad plans to release them in ten batches, which will take ten days. Let the Soviets wait.

Attack Bagram! This news immediately encouraged everyone to work hard. For them, Bagram means more than Kabul.

The rugged mountain road could not stop the guerrillas. Pulling the war horses and looking at the boxes of rocket launchers and rockets, they were full of infinite power.

Trekking in the mountains requires more physical strength and endurance than on the plains.

In particular, when there was only one mountain left, there was a crackling sound from above.

Dark clouds covered the entire northern part of Afghanistan. After a few muffled thunders, heavy rain rolled down.

Afghanistan has not seen such heavy rain for three years. It is a dry and rainless inland country.

The heavy rain hit their bodies and faces, and the raindrops even hurt. They had no rainproof equipment, and the only oilcloth was draped over the horses.

"Hiss, hiss..." The horses were neighing, pulling the rocket launcher behind them. The rocket launcher, which was usually very light, became extremely heavy at this time, and one of its wheels was stuck in the mud.

When several guerrillas lifted the rocket launcher with their bodies wet, they felt exhausted.

"Hold on, hold on!" Durrani shouted, "The heavy rain is the best gift given to us! At this time, the Soviets will definitely hide in their fortifications, and no one will notice us! Moreover, in the heavy rain, our retreat will leave no trace! Hold on, we will definitely successfully attack Bagram! His Excellency Muhammad is waiting for us!"

After hearing Muhammad's words, all the people regained their vitality. Yes, their actions now are related to the safety of His Excellency Muhammad!

They pulled the horses and kept moving forward.

The rain made this afternoon very cold, but their hearts were hot.

"Damn rain!" A sentry at the sentry post looked at the heavy rain outside and kept cursing.

This is a sentry post outside the Bagram base, ten kilometers away from Bagram. Usually, their defense here is quite tight. After all, the Afghan guerrillas are everywhere. The field airport in Jalalabad was destroyed by the guerrillas, so they must always be vigilant here.

Usually, there will be a platoon of troops stationed here, but when a regiment is transferred away from here, the troops are in short supply, and the guerrillas are surrounded in Jalalabad, which is very safe around, so there is only an infantry squad guarding here.

They were supposed to stand guard at the roadblock outside, but on such a rainy day, no one wanted to stay outside in the rain. They all hid in the sentry post, and several of them had fallen asleep with their rifles.

There was a BMP infantry fighting vehicle next to the roadblock. The two people left in the vehicle were also bored and listened to the sound of raindrops hitting the armor outside. This weather was too bad.

The engine was starting, and they had to stay on standby at any time, but it was raining outside, and the engine inside was rumbling again, and it was extremely hot. Finally, the driver turned off the engine.

Everything was quiet, and I felt a little urge to urinate in my lower body. The driver said to the driver behind: "No, I have to go down to relieve myself."

Unconsciously, I have been on standby in this iron lump for three or four hours. The driver was anxious. He opened the hatch, felt the raindrops falling, and jumped out skillfully.

He wore a raincoat outside his military uniform, so he didn't have to worry about getting wet, but the ground below was already muddy, and he didn't want to jump down, so his military boots were covered with mud.

So, he stepped on the front armor, unbuttoned his pants, and took out the things inside. A stream of heat gushed out from inside comfortably. This feeling was really refreshing!

A few drops of rain fell on his huge crotch thing, but he didn't feel anything. He finished happily, shook it twice, and planned to put the thing back.

At this moment, he felt something under his feet, which suddenly grabbed his ankle, and then he lost his balance and fell from above.

"Ah." His scream lasted only 0.1 second. When his body slid down, he felt a pain in his neck. His trachea had been cut.

He wanted to speak, but he couldn't. He wanted to breathe, but only the cold rain entered his stomach through the broken trachea. It was so cold that he coughed and blood kept pouring out of his mouth...

Ramel had just been hiding next to the armored vehicle, worrying about how to kill the people in the armored vehicle without being exposed. As a result, the driver came out by himself. Ramel was happy. As long as the other party came down, it would be convenient for him to deal with him. Who knew that this guy was reluctant to come down and just stood on the armored vehicle. Ramel could only take the risk of pulling his ankle with his strong arms. Just when he was standing unsteadily, he fell down. Ramel raised his knife and easily killed him with a saber.

"Constantine, why are you so careless!" The hatch on the rear turret was also opened, and the commander came out from inside: "How can you stand on our tank!"

He came out of the turret and looked down. He saw the driver's body trembling below, and blood kept flowing from his neck. He was immediately shocked.

His body was about to shrink back to the turret quickly, but a man had already climbed up to the rear of the vehicle and strangled his neck from behind.

The commander struggled to take out the pistol from his waist, but his back felt cold and the saber stabbed into his back.

"Damn Soviet devils!" Ramel whispered, "You've avenged my two brothers again!"

"Do it!" Seeing that Ramel had succeeded, Durrani, who was ambushing next to the sentry post, said to several people around him.

"Kacha!" There was another muffled thunder, mixed with the sound of muffled thunder, the door of the sentry post was kicked open, and the gun in Durrani's hand fired fiercely.

"Da da..." With the sound of gunfire, all the Soviet soldiers in the sentry post fell down. They were caught off guard and had no time to react.

"Move the roadblock, quickly!" Durrani shouted, "Drive our equipment over!"