Dominate South Asia

Finally, a path was cleared behind them. Everyone felt their hearts pounding. They slowly retreated. The guns in their hands had no magazines and could no longer shoot, but they still maintained the shooting posture. This was a subconscious action.

Osama was the last to leave. He still kept a calm smile on his face. He held the fuse switch of the electric detonator in his hand, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be raised with sarcasm.

Step by step, step by step, they left the Soviet encirclement and went towards the top of the mountain step by step.

The distance between the two sides was gradually increasing. Muhammad looked at the Soviets staying in place, and then looked at the hovering helicopter in the sky. It was still not out of danger. Just now, the Soviets planned to ignore the captured Soviet soldiers. When the other side was out of Osama's **** killing range, the danger would approach again.

Osama also realized this, so he walked very slowly and kept a distance of more than ten meters from Muhammad and others.

As they got closer and closer to the top of the mountain, the Soviets still didn't move. Muhammad's heartbeat accelerated. He knew that he had made the right bet. The Soviets also knew that this was a cliff, so they watched their side step by step into a desperate situation and did not stop them.

One step, one step after another, when they reached the top of the mountain, everyone stopped.

Behind them, there was already a cliff standing straight up, and under the cliff, there was a rushing stream. This was a mountain river.

"Sniper, do it!" shouted the Soviet battalion commander.

Following the Soviet battalion commander's order, the sniper hiding there had already used the crosshairs of the scope to trap his target. Except for a few targets with Soviet prisoners, the rest were completely sure.

As the index finger pulled the trigger, the bullet flew to the opposite side. The distance of 800 meters only took one second.

Their eyes continued to stare at the scope, waiting for the bullet to hit the other party's body and the blood to spurt out.

However, at this moment, the other party seemed to know that they were going to snipe and had made a new move.

Muhammad took the lead, kicked the ground with his legs, and jumped off the cliff.

Before jumping, Muhammad had already stabbed the Soviet prisoner's back with his saber.

What's so scary about the cliff? Just jump down, especially with the deep river below.

Muhammad's head was down, his hands stretched out to the front, in a standard water-slicing posture. "Boom." With a light sound, his body was immersed in the water, sinking five or six meters before stopping. He kicked the water with his legs, and his body was like a fish, swaying constantly and floating to the surface.

Around him, heads were exposed one by one. Muhammad was very happy to see that everyone, including Fahim, was still alive.

"Let's get out of here quickly." Muhammad said.

The Soviets appeared on the cliff. When they looked down from the cliff, they only saw the flowing water in the mountains. They didn't have the courage to jump down.

The airflow at the cliff was too complicated. The Hind helicopter quickly followed and only dared to scan back and forth at the top of the cliff, not daring to continue descending.

"Da da, da da da." From the top of the cliff, the Soviet soldiers shot down, and the bullets entered the water, drawing arcs, and after moving forward a few meters, the bullets began to roll in the water.

"Go around and completely block this place!" The Soviet commander said angrily.

………

Lion's Mouth.

The rocks here are everywhere, and the protruding stone on the top of the mountain is very similar to a lion pattern, so it was called Lion's Mouth by the mountain people.

There are some trees growing sparsely on the mountain. In this not dense grove, the guerrillas stayed quietly.

This was a failed battle. Although they retreated in the end, nearly half of the people died. Thinking of their comrades lying on the mountain pass, everyone was holding back a force in their hearts.

Masood was even more sad. He remembered that since he met Karina, he gradually fell in love with this girl. He liked this girl, really liked her. Moreover, this girl was not a vase. She could fight. Masood regarded this girl as his confidant and finally became his wife.

Originally, Masood planned not to find a wife before driving away the Soviets, but the appearance of Karina made Masood completely forget his previous beliefs. He believed in Karina.

And now, this Karina has taught him a deep lesson. She brought him into the ambush of the Soviets. If it were not for Muhammad's rescue, all his soldiers would lie there.

Unity! As long as all Afghans, regardless of their race, unite, they will surely win! Masood originally held prejudices against the Pashtuns, but at this time, they had been completely eliminated, especially Muhammad, who not only saved him with his guerrillas, but also chose to stay and cover them at the most critical moment.

Half a day has passed, why hasn't Muhammad come back yet? Masood gradually became anxious.

"Durani, why hasn't our instructor come back yet?" Ramal said to Durani from another group of people.

Although they had formed friendship with each other after a life-and-death battle, during the break, they still sat in two circles. Beside Durrani, all the men sitting in the four directions were Mhammad's men. .

"Our instructors are beating the Soviets hard, and will come back when they are all beaten to the ground," Durrani said.

Mhamad was not here, and neither Khwaja nor Osama was there. As the veteran of the guerrillas who initially followed Mhamad, Durrani had to support the entire guerrillas at this time.

In fact, Durrani was also worried. This time was different from before. There were only a dozen instructors, but they had to stop hundreds of Soviet attacks. Moreover, the Soviets also had helicopters and infantry fighting vehicles. Instructor...the instructor will definitely come back! Dulani believes that the instructor has always been good at creating miracles, and he will not be disappointed this time.

At that time... I wish I had just had the courage to disobey the order and fight with the instructor! However, if the instructor dies, then he will lead his people to avenge the instructor!

Durrani looked firmly into the distance, took out a piece of field rations from his body, and started to chew on it.

These are the field rations brought by the support. Although it is very hard to chew and very dry, and it takes a long time to swallow after chewing them, it is very resistant to hunger. Such a small piece can last for half a day.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp." At this moment, the guerrilla in charge of sentry sent out a gentle insect chirp. This was an early warning signal that someone was approaching!

"Get ready to fight." Durrani shouted. He picked up his RPK light machine gun and moved forward quickly.

Outside the woods, a group of figures appeared. They walked very fast, almost like a gust of wind, and they were so close.

Instructor! Durrani recognized the figure walking in the front at a glance, feeling excited, and ran outside from the hidden woods.

"Instructor, you are finally back!" Durrani shouted to Mhamad.

"Nonsense, of course I'm back. Where else can I go if I don't come back?" Mhamad said, "Where is Mr. Masud?"

"Your Excellency Mhamad, on behalf of the Panjshir guerrillas, I would like to express my deep gratitude for your action this time." Masoud said, bending down, placing his right hand on his chest, and bowed deeply. Bow: "You are right. As long as we Afghans unite, we can achieve final victory."

The clothes on Hamad's body were still dripping with water. After he jumped into the water with his men, he swam for more than ten miles before landing in a secluded place. Then, under the leadership of Fahim, he wore Cross the path and return here.

At this time, even Hamad felt as if he had narrowly escaped death. Every battle in Afghanistan was so thrilling.

After this battle, the Panjshir guerrillas and his own guerrillas finally became common comrades, and they realized the importance of unity, which made Mhamad very happy.

"Your Excellency Masoud, our guerrillas are all fighting against the Soviets. If we unite, we will definitely succeed." Hamad said, reaching out to help Masoud up. At this moment, he saw on Masoud's arm, Wearing something shiny.

Immediately, Hamad's expression changed: "Your Excellency Masoud, where did you get this watch?"

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On the bare hill, GRU special forces soldiers sat on the ground. Diyako looked at the rolling mountains around him and said to Kournyeva: "Eva, can you find those guerrillas?"

The Panjshir guerrillas were surrounded in an ambush circle, but Mhamad's Jalalabad guerrillas did not follow. Diyako led his special operations brigade and followed his guide Kournieva around the mountains. For a long time, nothing was found.

Kournieva bit her lips tightly and rolled her big eyes in a circle. She looked indescribably sexy. She said to Ji Yako: "That Mhammad is very cunning. Maybe he got the news that Masud was surrounded. He has already Escaped early."

Of course he escaped. Needless to say? The key is where to escape! Diyako looked at Kournieva with a dissatisfied expression on his face.

Just as he was about to continue to express his dissatisfaction to Kournieva, Diyako saw his signal soldier walking towards him in a hurry.

"Report to the brigade commander, news came from the 682nd Motorcycle Infantry Regiment that the guerrillas broke through their encirclement, left the Panjshir Valley, and entered Badakhshan Province." The signal soldier said.

"What?" Ji Yako stood up immediately: "A motorized infantry regiment can't even deal with hundreds of guerrillas. Did the 108th Division all grow up in ****?"

"According to their news, the Jalalabad guerrillas suddenly appeared, opened a gap, and rescued the Panjshir guerrillas." The signal corps reported one bad news after another.