Dominate South Asia

The cold wind was blowing. Although the heavy snow had stopped for three days, the snow on the ground was still being blown up by the wind and spinning in the air.

The winter in Afghanistan is extremely cold. On the back of the mountain, where the sun cannot be seen, the snow is even three meters deep.

Stepping on the thick snow, more than a dozen people walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

They were almost all from Chadam Village, and many of them were people who transported food. When the Soviet bombs fell into their village, they could no longer calm down.

The brave instructor saved the people in their village, but he himself was poisoned and didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Although the Tajiks are poor, usually taciturn, and unwilling to interact with foreigners, they are all people who value loyalty.

Muhammad is their benefactor. Now his life and death are unknown, and they want revenge!

There were only two or three people, carrying Efield MkIII rifles and bullet bags across their bodies. This old-fashioned rifle was already a very powerful weapon for them. Some of the others even only had a hatchet, but their wolf-like momentum offset the disadvantages of their weapons.

In addition to their own weapons, each of them also carried a rocket, which was their biggest reliance for this counterattack. It is said that this thing is very powerful. Their dozen rockets can completely destroy the Bagram base!

Ramal, Osama, and Durrani walked in the front. Two of them held AKM rifles, while Durrani carried an RPK light machine gun. If it were not for the difficult mountain road, he would have planned to take away the guerrillas' Type 54 heavy machine gun.

Osama's eyes were full of anger. The Soviets invaded Afghanistan brazenly. Osama came to Afghanistan with a passion and set up a service camp to help the Afghan guerrillas resist the Soviet invasion. When he was rescued from the prison in Jalalabad, he had already identified Muhammad as the instructor and followed him to fight the Soviets!

And now, Muhammad was killed by the Soviets' poison gas bombs. After hearing the news, Osama's chest was about to explode. He pushed up the 107 rocket launcher and was going to fight the Soviets.

That cowardly Khwaja! The instructor was about to die, but he didn't know how to seek revenge from the Soviets! Osama despised this guy very much, and Osama even thought that maybe Khwaja was willing to watch the instructor die, so that he could regain the command of this guerrilla.

Hum, it's not that easy! This unit has been deeply branded by Muhammad, who is like a spiritual leader among them.

Unfortunately, those team members obviously still obeyed Khwaja, only Durrani followed him out.

Everyone was exhausted along the way, and they relied entirely on their willpower to get here.

In a leeward place, a group of people sat on the snow and ate the dry food they brought with them.

"Ramal, how long will we have to go?" Osama asked Ramal. Even Osama was not familiar with the mountainous area here.

"We have been walking for three days. Now the snow is too heavy and the road is difficult to travel. At our current speed, we will have to walk for another day and a half to get there." Ramal said: "Sir Osama, can our rockets destroy the Soviet airport?"

"Of course, we fired these rockets last time, and the Soviet airport was blown up." Osama said: "At that time, I fired it."

Speaking of this, Osama was very proud. He was an excellent rocket shooter.

"I really want to kill all these Soviets right away!" Durrani said, "Osama, when we get to the airport, don't kill all the Soviets. Leave a few for me. I want to kill them myself!"

The several victories have made them feel a little light, as if fighting is like this.

As he said this, Durrani picked up his machine gun. The heavy machine gun was full of bullets. He was already imagining the scene when these bullets passed through the bodies of Soviet soldiers.

Just when Durrani was making a shooting gesture, he suddenly saw a flash of light on the top of the mountain on the side.

Durrani didn't feel anything at first, but when he remembered the instructor's usual training, he immediately realized that the light there was definitely not ordinary! It was the scope of the sniper rifle!

"Sniper!" Durrani shouted, and then rolled to the side. He had already seen a piece of snow on the top of the opposite mountain. It was the airflow brought out by the muzzle when shooting, blowing the surrounding snowflakes.

In battle, the machine gunner is the biggest threat and the target that the sniper likes to take care of the most. As soon as Durrani turned over, a bullet hit the position where Durrani had just been. With a click, the gunshot came later.

Durrani picked up the machine gun, and like an agile cheetah, he quickly ran to avoid bullets and ran behind a stone a few meters away.

Several shots hit behind Durrani's feet, and the difference between life and death was just a few centimeters.

Durrani was panting. If there was only one sniper, then these people on his side might have a chance to win, but the gunshot represented the enemy. There would be no second force except the Soviets!

Would the Soviets only send one sniper? Of course not! If they came, they would come in large numbers!

These Tajik boys were not guerrillas, nor had they been on the battlefield. They were just villagers who had just picked up weapons. The sudden gunshot frightened them so much that they didn't know how to dodge. They only saw the bullet chasing Durrani until Durrani ran behind a rock.

"Hide!" Ramel reacted quickly and hid behind a rock on the other side. When he got behind the rock, he found that Osama had already hidden there.

Osama held the gun and slowly poked his head out from behind the rock.

As soon as he poked his head out, Osama suddenly lowered his head.

A bullet flew over Osama's head. If Osama had been even a fraction of a second slower, his head would have been blown up.

The other party was a master!

Osama didn't dare to look up.

Ramel didn't look up either. The other party's shooting was too accurate. He was a cunning sniper!

The two men did not dare to move, and Durrani on the other side, a few meters away, did not dare to move either. At this moment, the sound of sniper rifles continued to echo in the valley.

"Da, da, da." Each shot would take away a fresh life. Those Tajik boys had not had time to pull out their machetes, and the Efield rifles had not had time to pull the bolts, and they were all shot dead.

"Quick, lie down!" Durrani shouted.

Those boys had not received any training. In this situation, they ran around in panic and became live targets for the other sniper.

"Damn Soviets!" Durrani suddenly raised the RPK machine gun from behind the stone where he was hiding, aimed at the position of the sniper on the opposite side, and pulled the trigger.

"Da, da, da." The RPK machine gun burst out with bursts of fierce noises, and bullets flew to the top of the opposite mountain.

Are snipers awesome? The instructor taught that there is a word before snipers, called cannon fodder! Damn it, use artillery to deal with snipers!

Unfortunately, there is no artillery, so use machine guns to kill the opponent!

Seeing Durrani burst out, Osama and Ramal also stuck their heads out at the same time and pulled their triggers.

With the firepower of three guns firing continuously, I don’t believe that they can’t beat a Soviet sniper!

Because they were in the valley and the opponent was on the top of the mountain, all three of them had to raise the muzzle of the gun to aim at the opposite mountain top.

As the machine gun fired, Durrani’s shoulders trembled, and his eyes kept staring at the opposite mountain top through the aiming baseline.

At this moment, a black spot appeared in his eyes, and the black spot was rapidly enlarged, completely occupying his pupil.

This is a flying bullet! Durrani seemed to see the spinning bullet cutting through the air, with a sharp whistle, and the next moment, it would pass through Durrani’s head.

Durrani’s only choice was to lower his head.

Then, there was a violent impact on the helmet. Durrani felt the helmet pushing his head backwards, and his neck was almost torn off. His body fell backwards.

"Durrani!" Osama on the other side shouted. He squatted down quickly and saw that Durrani was hit by a bullet and fell behind a stone.

"Ah." Ramel screamed and hid behind the stone.

One of Ramel's ears was gone, and the root of his ear was bleeding. Just now, he also tilted his head to look at Durrani, and that's why he escaped, only one ear was shot off.

The opponent's sniper was too powerful! Ramel covered his ears and looked at the open space around him.

The six brothers who came together had fallen down, and only five of them hid behind the stone, two of whom were still injured.

Durrani was gone too. Durrani was the most trusted subordinate of Instructor Muhammad, and he had been fighting with the instructor. Unexpectedly, he was killed here!

Osama also felt very depressed. He changed the magazine and wanted to raise his head to shoot again. Although he knew that this would definitely kill him, he had to do it!

More than a dozen people on his side were suppressed and shot by a sniper. This was simply a shame!

Osama just wanted to raise his body, and saw Durrani slowly sitting up behind the stone over there.

Durrani didn't die?

Thanks to this helmet! Durrani remembered that after killing the Soviets last time, the instructor was very interested in the Soviet helmets and asked his side to take all the helmets away. From then on, Durrani would wear this helmet every time he fought. Although it was very cold now, it was uncomfortable to wear the helmet, and Durrani didn't take it off.

The bullet didn't hit the helmet, but the huge impact force almost broke his neck. He sat on the ground and gasped. How many times has he escaped from death?

"Cross, cross." At this time, the sound of war horses running came from the other side of the valley.