What? Instructor Muhammad is dead?" Upon hearing the news, all the guerrillas stood up immediately.
After returning to the base, they got new weapons and food. With these supplies, they could finally fight a big battle. The old Efield rifle could be thrown away. The Soviet AKM rifle was a good assault rifle. They also had mortars and heavy machine guns. These weapons could make them more confident in fighting.
All of this was given by the instructor. Instructor Muhammad led them to victory after victory. This time, the instructor drove a truck to lure the Soviets away. They prepared dinner at the base and waited for the instructor to come back for dinner. But after waiting all night, nothing happened. After dawn, they waited for another half a day. At noon, Durrani and Hamdi came back with such bad news.
Hewaja was also very angry when he heard this. When he saw Durrani's eyes were red and his voice was trembling while reporting, he knew it must be true. The truck fell off the cliff and the people on board were gone.
"Captain, let's take down that checkpoint and avenge the instructor!" Durani said to Hewaja.
There are two main checkpoints nearby. They have already taken down one last time. This time, as long as they take down this checkpoint, their guerrilla area will expand, connecting with several other guerrilla groups nearby to form a vast guerrilla space.
However, this checkpoint was even larger, with a full company of Soviet troops stationed there. The Soviets also attached great importance to that checkpoint, which was equivalent to the northern gate of Jalalabad. Once this checkpoint was taken down, the guerrillas would be able to easily get out of the mountains and head straight for Jalalabad.
This company was a heavily armored company with powerful firepower, but our side had only about twenty people and could not defeat it at all.
"Captain, let's go and avenge the instructor!" Hamdi also said, "The instructor sacrificed himself to protect us. Even if we all die in battle, we must avenge the instructor!"
"Yes, there are no cowards among us Pashtuns!" another person shouted.
"Let's avenge the instructor!" Everyone picked up their weapons and looked at Hewaja, waiting for Hewaja's orders.
Khwaja felt a surge of blood rushing to his head. He picked up his sniper rifle and said, "Let's go and fight the Soviets to avenge our instructor!"
"Revenge for the instructor!" Everyone picked up their weapons. Durani picked up the heavy machine gun that had just been seized, and they walked outside together.
After taking a few steps, they all stopped.
On the hillside ahead, there was a man standing. His head was wrapped in a piece of white cloth, from which blood was still oozing. He looked very bad, his eyes were bloodshot, and his footsteps were light and covered in mud.
"Instructor!" Durrani shouted, he could hardly believe his eyes.
"What are you going to do?" asked Muhammad.
"Instructor, let's go and avenge you." said Hadim.
"Revenge?" Muhammad said, "I'm not dead yet, go back!"
Muhammad had a loud voice. After hearing his orders and seeing that Muhammad was intact, the guerrillas finally felt relieved: "Yes, instructor."
"May God bless you, instructor, you are finally back safely." Khwaja said to Muhammad, "It is under your leadership that our guerrillas have won one victory after another. Now, please allow me to formally hand over the command of this guerrilla team to you. We will completely obey your command, including me, Khwaja Odia."
Muhammad nodded. This guerrilla force finally accepted the command of an outsider like him. This was a good start.
"We will fight bravely until the Soviets are driven out of our land." Khwaja said, "Sir, please give the order."
"Take a short break." Muhammad said, "We seized a lot of weapons in this battle. Let our team members get familiar with the use of these weapons. Let's take a short break."
Rest? Khawaja looked at Muhammad and moved his lips, wanting to say something like "We should continue fighting", but he didn't say it in the end.
Since the instructor gave such an order, there must be a reason for it.
"Hadim," Muhammad called again, "Come here, I have a special task for you to do."
Khadim was called over by Muhammad, who whispered something to Khadim behind everyone's back. Khadim's body shook, then returned to normal, accepted the order, and hurriedly left the base.
Looking at Khadim's leaving back, Khwaja was even more confused and couldn't understand what Muhammad was doing.
"We have gained a lot this time." Muhammad said to everyone, "We have seized the Soviet AKM automatic rifles, DshKM heavy machine guns, and Type 82 mortars. Now, we need to train to operate these weapons skillfully. Weapons are our lives. You will learn how to use heavy machine guns as anti-aircraft machine guns and easily shoot down Soviet helicopters. As for the Type 82 mortars, this is an effective way for us to attack the Soviets' strong positions."
Muhammad looked at these guerrillas. Their combat level was not high. Many of them could only shoot, and their shooting accuracy was very poor. Although Hewaja was a sniper, the SVD sniper rifle in his hand did not fully demonstrate the advantages of the weapon.
Muhammad reached out and took the AKM rifle that a guerrilla was fiddling with.
"Clang." Muhammad pulled the bolt, loaded a bullet, and shot it at the guerrillas around him. Muhammad said: "The gun is our life. The state we want to achieve is the unity of man and gun."
"Wow, wow." Just then, a crow flew overhead.
Under the gaze of all the guerrillas, Muhammad held the gun with his left hand and skillfully pulled the trigger with his right hand. However, he did not aim with his eyes, he just pulled the trigger without aiming at all.
"Da." With the sound of gunfire, a bullet flew out of the gun barrel, and the crow above his head fell from the sky.
This is such a great shot! All of the guerrillas shouted, "Coach, that's awesome!"
Even if they held their breath and focused their attention on aiming, it would be impossible for them to shoot down a crow flying in the sky so easily. The best they could do was hit a fixed target.
Now, Muhammad was so nonchalant and at ease. An ordinary AKM rifle was used so skillfully in his hands that even Khawaja felt inferior to him. Even when he used the SVD sniper rifle, he had to aim carefully.
Before, Muhammad conquered them with his superb command and noble morals, and now, he has completely won their respect with his specific tactical capabilities.
For special forces from later generations, this level of precision shooting is a basic skill. Everyone in the unit that Muhammad was in in his previous life could do it. For example, blindfold yourself, throw a beer bottle into the sky, and then hit it with a rifle. This is a basic skill.
The gun is everyone's life. If the man and the gun cannot be integrated, it is impossible to survive on the battlefield.
"Sniping is all about precise calculations." Muhammad said to Hewaja, "Sniping is not just about using your eyes, it's more about using your brain. Hewaja, you have excellent sniping talent. During this period, I will strengthen your training and you need to master more sniping skills."
"Yes," Khwaja answered almost without thinking.
Muhammad completely conquered this guerrilla force, including the guerrilla captain. He wanted to transform this guerrilla force of more than 20 people into an elite special operations team.
The training was carried out vigorously. After seeing Muhammad's shooting skills, everyone wanted to reach the same level as Muhammad. Only strict training could make them become excellent fighters.
And Khwaja trained even harder. With Muhammad's explanation, Khwaja realized that sniping is an art. It is not just about shooting with a gun. It also requires knowing how to find a suitable sniping point, how to hide yourself and retreat conveniently, how to camouflage, and how to consider the wind direction, sunlight, and even the influence of the atmosphere. In the past, he could only use the sniper rifle in his hand to kill the target more than 300 meters away. Now, even if it is 800 meters or even 1,000 meters, he is full of confidence.
The M1938 DshKM heavy machine gun was a powerful weapon obtained by the guerrillas. It could be disassembled and carried by two guerrilla fighters. When the tripod was erected, it became a powerful weapon that spewed the wrath of death. Durrani gloriously became a machine gunner. Although he could not shoot live ammunition, he practiced aiming in front of the machine gun every day, especially how to use the sight to eliminate targets in the sky.
At the same time, in the past few days, young men from nearby villages continued to come to join him. Muhammad selected more than 20 outstanding young men from them, and the guerrillas expanded to more than 50 people.
Our strength has been gradually growing, and every guerrilla fighter has put in his best efforts. This time, we will definitely attack in a big way!
The sun shone scorchingly on the earth, and even the wind blowing out of the valley turned into hot wind. The summer in the mountains of Afghanistan was also extremely hot and humid.
A bearded Afghan youth was running quickly on a mountain road. Sweat kept dripping from his head and his robe on the back was soaked. He still didn't dare to stop. He ran as fast as he could on the mountain road.
Finally, exhausted and out of breath, he ran to the valley, and heard a cold shout from above his head: "Stop, who is it?"
"It's me, Khadim." Khadim looked at the sentry holding the AKM rifle. He was a stranger and had never seen him in the guerrillas before. "I have urgent information. I need to see Instructor Muhammad."