Dominate South Asia

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Seeing their comrades being treated so cruelly, all the Soviet soldiers were furious. They could tolerate their comrades dying in battle, but they could not tolerate being treated so cruelly.

Peel it! Still completely skinned alive, this is not the behavior of human beings! He is simply worse than a beast!

Gil Korchagin was angry. Although the guerrillas escaped on horseback, they were not necessarily walking faster than him. The snow was so heavy that the horses would soon be exhausted. Moreover, there were two people riding on the same horse. They would definitely leave. Don’t fall!

Those clear horse hoof prints on the snow are the best guide!

"Call Bagram and ask for reinforcements!" Although Gil Korchagin was angry, he had not lost his mind. His mission was to search for those guerrillas. Now that they have discovered their traces, on the one hand, he wanted to die. On the other hand, he has to call for air support. With the attack of the female deer, he is sure to win.

Among Soviet companies, the most important thing was individual combat. A company like this was equipped with two radios. One of them was given to the infantry squad escorting the prisoners to communicate with the helicopters in the air. In the battle just now, Wrecked. The other one was carried by the signal soldier next to Gil Korchagin.

"Bagram, the reconnaissance company is calling. Bagram, the reconnaissance company is calling." The signal soldier took the microphone and called several times, but heard nothing except noisy radio clutter.

"Report, the signal in the mountainous area is too complicated, and there is no echo from the radio." The signal soldier said to Gil Korchagin while running.

"Keep calling until the contact is successful," Gil Korchagin said.

As he ran, the bullet bag kept colliding with his hip bones. As he ran, his chest began to have difficulty breathing.

On the plains, running vigorously will lead to insufficient oxygen supply, but in mountainous areas, plateaus, and cold places, their heavy clothing will consume their physical strength even more quickly.

However, their will was still firm. The tragic death of their comrades stimulated them. Each of them burst out with the greatest motivation and quickly ran forward along the horse's hoof prints.

One mountain after another, after running through three mountains, their legs finally couldn't run anymore.

A man with two legs simply couldn't keep up with a horse with four legs. When competing with the horses for speed, Gil Korchagin had to admit defeat.

All the people squatted on the ground and began to gasp for air with their mouths open. They were all the best during the physical training of the army, but they had never done such a high-intensity run on such a cold plateau.

Gil Korchagin wanted to order the chase to continue, but seeing the reactions of the people around him, he could only give up.

When they rested for five minutes and gradually recovered their strength, there was a sound of horse hooves coming from the side.

What's going on? Gil Korchagin suddenly looked very strangely in the distance. In the valley on the side, a group of cavalry was running out of there.

"Get ready to shoot," Gil Korchagin shouted.

Without waiting for Gil Korchagin's order, all the soldiers raised their guns, AK-74, RPK... If the opponent continued to approach, they would shoot without hesitation.

At this moment, the leading rider seemed to have discovered something and suddenly pulled the horse's head. Then, the group of riders turned around on the mountain and ran back again.

This is the guerrilla group that I am chasing! Gil Korchagin reacted instantly. Moreover, this guerrilla group was not here to attack him. They ran away when they saw him, completely unprepared for combat.

What is that? Gil Korchagin followed and figured out that the guerrillas were not lost, but knew that they were chasing them, so they deliberately went in circles to consume the physical strength of his soldiers, but they ran too fast and could not catch up. They were slow, and as they were going around in circles, they encountered themselves again.

Those horses must be tired after running for so long! Thinking of this, Gil Korchagin was suddenly filled with courage: "Chase! Kill them and avenge Askov!"

Thinking of Askov's tragic situation, everyone was immediately filled with fighting spirit, and they caught up with the rider running in front.

"Hiss..." At this moment, a horse suddenly stumbled and threw the guerrillas on top.

The people next to him pulled up the guerrilla, but the horse fell to the ground and could not get up.

Sure enough, I have no energy left! These horses have no durability at all, catch up and kill them!

Seeing the scene in front, the Soviet soldiers were full of excitement. If it weren't for the purpose of killing them all, they would have opened fire long ago.

They didn't notice that there were mountains on both sides of this canyon.

"Instructor, those idiots are indeed following you!" Beside Mhamad, Durrani said to him while riding a horse.

"Attention, we are about to enter a minefield ahead, S-shaped!" Mhamad ignored Durrani and shouted to the running guerrillas.

All this is Mhammad's arrangement. When the Soviets are angered by the corpse, they will catch up in a hurry. However, the physical strength of individual soldiers cannot be compared with horses. If they keep running, they will get rid of them. The Soviets, and stopping and waiting would alert the Soviets and think it was a trap.

Hamad simply created the illusion of an encounter, and also used a horse to pretend that his own horse was exhausted. The Soviets fell into the trap and chased after them.

They didn't know that Muhammad led them to death.

There was a minefield ahead, and Muhammad needed to lead the guerrillas through the minefield.

For ordinary troops, they simply buried mines underground, but for special forces, there were various ways to lay mines. Experienced enemies would dismantle their own mines. How to deceive the opponent and how to make the opponent fall into the trap required the skills of laying mines.

Muhammad simply asked the guerrillas to lay the mines in an S shape. The mines were not arranged along the S shape, but an S-shaped passage was left in the minefield.

This was a way to survive.

More than a dozen horses gradually formed a line and crossed through the minefield, walking in an S shape.

The Soviets following behind immediately discovered that there was something wrong with the walking route of the guerrillas in front!

"There may be a minefield ahead!" said a platoon leader who stopped.

"It's not enough for the guerrillas to have one or two mines, how can there be so many mines to form a minefield!" Krisevich shouted from behind: "It's so cold, how can they lay mines?"

"Follow the guerrillas' route!" Gil Korchagin ordered.

Although Gil Korchagin was skeptical about whether the guerrillas could lay out a lot of mines and lay out a minefield, he had already lost an infantry squad and had to be careful.

Only regular armies would lay out minefields, and these Afghan guerrillas would at most lay out roadside bombs. With this idea in mind, Krisevich followed the horseshoe prints and chased after them.

After walking for a while, Krisevich knew that the other party was taking an S-shaped route, which was a waste of time! If you go straight, it's easy to catch up!

The damn Afghan guerrillas must be deliberately mysterious!

There was white snow all around, and no marks could be seen. How could the other party lay mines and leave no footprints? While running, Krisevich was still making judgments.

Bold, careful, and sometimes, like a gambler who is willing to risk everything, this is Krisevich. The blood of the fighting nation burns in his body, and he is not afraid of death.

After running a kilometer, Krisevich finally took his first step. He did not continue along the S-shaped route, but went through from the side in a straight line.

"Krisevich!" Gil Korchagin saw that the bravest guy under his command was now openly disobeying his orders, and he couldn't help shouting.

"This is not a minefield at all!" Krisevich said: "Those guerrillas are fooling us!"

Krisevich had walked more than ten meters beside the S-shaped footprints without any injury.

At this time, the guerrillas a few hundred meters ahead suddenly changed their route, gathered into a straight line again, and rushed to the other side of the valley.

Seeing Krisevich walking boldly on the so-called minefield without any problems, and the guerrillas in front of him had already galloped away, Gil Korchagin gritted his teeth and said, "Charge!"

Two legs can't outrun four-legged horses. Seeing the guerrillas trying to escape, Gil Korchagin finally couldn't help it.

They had already run two kilometers along the S-shaped route. How many mines should be laid for such a long distance? Three hundred? Five hundred? Gil Korchagin felt cheated. Where did the guerrillas get so many mines?

Chase!

No longer caring about the S-shaped footprints, they just rushed straight up, stepping on the snow, and rushed out for dozens of meters without stepping on the mines.

Damn! Cunning Afghan guerrillas! The teased Soviet soldiers couldn't help it anymore. If they had just stepped on the S-shaped minefield just now, they would have been caught up!

Krisevich was the fastest, he surpassed the person behind him by more than ten meters. As long as he passed the mountain pass in front, he could set up his gun there and sweep across.

At this moment, Krisevich felt that he stepped on something hard. Under the soft snow, there was such a hard thing.

Could it be a stone? No! It was a mine!

Looking at the obvious traces around the snow here, someone must have walked there. In an instant, Krisevich knew that he had been tricked.

Those minefields in front were all fake, only the minefields here were real!

"Boom!" Just two seconds after Krisevich stepped on it, there was a loud noise under his feet.

With the loud noise, a stream of air rushed out from under his feet. He did not feel any pain, only numbness. Krisevich saw his thigh flying up.