Sir Instructor, those Soviet people have left." Muhammad received the report several hills away.
"Where are the two infantry fighting vehicles?" asked Muhammad.
"Stay where you are." Agha said to Muhammad, "There is a squad of people guarding there. They are government troops."
Originally Saha was the platoon leader, but unfortunately, his platoon was hit by a mortar shell and lost more than a dozen people, leaving less than ten people.
"Sir, there are a lot of good stuff on that infantry fighting vehicle." Durani said, "There are shells in it, enough for us to make a lot of roadside bombs. There are also machine guns on it, and anti-tank missiles!"
The guerrillas have always lacked effective means to attack tanks, but this infantry fighting vehicle has an anti-tank missile launcher above the gun barrel, which can launch SEG anti-tank missiles. If the guerrillas get these missiles, it will be very easy to attack tanks.
Durani looked excited as he spoke and gestured, but his brows slightly frowned when he moved his arms.
When he was running with the machine gun, even though he put a wet cloth under it, the machine gun was still too hot. As a result, his shoulder was burned. Even so, he never retreated. Following the instructor, fighting was so exciting.
Muhammad looked at the people around him. When the Soviets gradually advanced, Muhammad changed his tactics. He left a part of the guerrillas to cover the villagers' retreat to the deeper mountains, and the rest of the guerrillas who were well-trained, fast on their feet and familiar with the terrain came out to fight guerrilla warfare with him.
Muhammad glanced at the people around him. Almost everyone was eager to try, except Hewaja, who was still there, holding his sniper rifle and looking at the sky.
"Khwaja, what do you think?" Muhammad asked Khwaja.
Khwaja used to be the captain of this guerrilla force, and he still is now. However, the command of the guerrilla force has all fallen into the hands of Muhammad, and Khwaja has gloriously retreated to the position of sniper.
Now, hearing Muhammad's question, Khwaja said, "Sir, I will obey your orders completely."
"Khwaja, do you have any objections to my command?" Hearing Khwaja's words, Muhammad couldn't help but frowned.
After hearing what Muhammad said, all the guerrillas calmed down. If Khawaja was dissatisfied with Muhammad, it would mean that the guerrillas would face a split, which no one wanted to see.
"Sir Instructor, we should have destroyed their oil tankers in the first attack. The Soviet mechanized forces relied on the fuel, especially the tanks. Without the fuel, they would be like immobile lumps of iron. However, we avoided the oil tankers in our attacks these times. This was a mistake." said Hewaja.
Khwaja's words immediately made the surrounding guerrillas nod their heads. That's right, if they had attacked the oil tanker at the beginning and set it on fire, the Soviets would have gone back and they would have achieved a complete victory.
Hearing what Khwaja said, Muhammad nodded: "So that's how it is, Khwaja, what will happen if we destroy their tanker?"
"We drove away the hateful Soviets, protected our villagers, and we won!" said Khwaja.
"Driving away the Soviets is victory?" Muhammad said, "Driving away the Soviets is good, then we don't have to fight the subsequent battles. Herman, you don't have to fire your mortars. And Durrani, Skar, Yaga, you don't have to fire your machine guns. You guys don't have to fire your automatic rifles. Khwaja, your sniper rifle is useless. These Soviets went back in a swagger."
Muhammad's words were calm, but in everyone's heart, they gradually began to come to the truth. It was indeed easy to drive the Soviets away, but in this way, they would not be able to fight any wars. If they did not fight, did not eliminate the Soviets, but just drove them away, what kind of victory was that?
"Sir Instructor, what is the goal of our battle this time?" asked Hewaja.
"This time, the Soviets entered the mountains to sweep us. They thought that with their superior numbers, they could crush us like lice. We are definitely not that easy to crush! This is our territory. We kept playing hide-and-seek with them in the mountains, making them exhausted and making all kinds of mistakes. We destroyed their manpower bit by bit. It was easy for the Soviets to come in, but if they want to get out, humph, they have to ask God if he will allow it!"
"Sir, I, Hewaja, admire you. Your tactics are the wisest and most correct." Hewaja said, "Whether we should go back or not, you have already planned it."
Looking at Khwaja's expression, Muhammad knew that Khwaja's words just now were intentional. He just wanted to ask about his plans. Anyway, he had no intention of hiding it. Guerrilla warfare had to be fought like this.
"If we go back, we will fall into the Soviets' trap." Muhammad said, "We have destroyed those two infantry fighting vehicles. Even if the Soviets drag them back, they will only be put into steelmaking furnaces. They have no other value. And it will cost too much to drag them back from Afghanistan to the Soviet Union. It is not cost-effective. The Soviets will definitely not do that."
"Instructor, I understand." Durani said, "They only sent a squad of government troops to guard there, waiting for us to get there. Once we get there, the Soviet army will surround us from all sides, and we won't be able to escape even if we want to."
The government army's combat effectiveness is very low, and many of them will subconsciously flee after hearing the gunshots. The squad of government troops guarding there is simply a bait, which will make the guerrillas feel very relaxed and fall into their trap.
There was only one outcome for those infantry fighting vehicles, which was to be blown up on the spot. The reason they were not blown up was that the Soviets wanted to use these two infantry fighting vehicles as bait. They underestimated their own judgment.
"We can't go." Khwaja also said: "The instructor is right, this is a conspiracy."
"That's right, we can't go." The other guerrillas agreed, as if they had forgotten that they were the ones who were clamoring to take back the spoils.
"No, of course we have to go back." Muhammad said, "Since the Soviets have set a trap for us, we can't keep them waiting. We should give them a big gift in return."
Muhammad went through the surrounding terrain with the destroyed infantry fighting vehicles as the center in his mind. He had already determined the movements of the Soviets, and those modified roadside bombs were eagerly waiting to go to the battlefield.
The mopping-up team continued to move forward, their tracks and wheels raising up dust as they continued to move forward along the mountain road.
The dozen or so government soldiers were left alone beside the scrapped armored vehicle. They were almost in despair as they looked at the large army going away.
Slovic opened a military map in the bumpy T-62 tank. Although it was clearly marked, they were all main roads. Many small paths that only local residents used were not marked, and there were no various caves either. This was why they had to use a guide.
He fixed his eyes on the map and pointed with his fingers, and a road appeared.
"Turn right at the next intersection, and the government troops stay here." Slovic ordered.
The truck following behind stopped, and the government soldiers jumped off the car, using the car as cover to build individual positions. They didn't know why they stayed here, they only knew that they stayed for a mission, and the battle to encircle and annihilate the guerrillas would soon begin.
The convoy continued to move forward and walked a few kilometers of mountain roads. At another fork in the road, the Soviet car stopped. Another mechanized infantry company was left here. Their combat qualities were even better. They immediately occupied the surrounding hills and completely blocked the surrounding area.
In front, only tanks and armored vehicles were continuing to advance. Slovic looked at the map and saw that an encirclement had gradually formed. With the two infantry fighting vehicles as the center, an encirclement was set up nearby. Two motorized infantry companies blocked the exit there, and the tank company blocked the third exit. Then the infantry fighting vehicles moved back and forth with rapid mobility to pick up leaks, forming a perfect pocket. At this time, the guerrillas who could not hold back might have already reached the abandoned infantry fighting vehicles, right?
Although Slovic wanted to deploy troops at the abandoned infantry fighting vehicle, the guerrillas were too cunning and there were bare mountains all around, making it difficult to hide. If the guerrillas discovered him, they would definitely not take the bait. He had to take a detour and make such a big circle just to circle the guerrillas, encircle them, and then destroy them!
At the same time, he has called the helicopter at the rear base, and two female deer are also on the way. With female deer waiting in the sky, this time, none of the guerrillas will be able to escape!
It was already noon, and the tank was rumbling. Slovic, who was wearing a tank cap, felt a little dizzy. He picked up the military canteen, raised his head, and took a big sip.
"Boom!" At this moment, suddenly, the earth shook and a huge explosion sounded.
With the explosion, the track on one side was blown off, the driving wheel was spinning loudly, but the remaining track was falling off quickly.
At the same time, the explosion created a huge air wave, which actually lifted up one side of the heavy tank. The heavy side of the tank was lifted high, and then with a "bang", the car body flipped ninety degrees.
"Boom, boom!" The explosions came one after another, and the sound almost made everyone faint.
"Bang." The hatch on the turret was opened. Slovic felt pain in his internal organs, but he still used all his strength to climb out of the overturned tank.
"Da da, da da da." Bullets rained down from the hillside on the side. Slovic crawled beside the tank, unable to move.