Bang." The moment Muhammad retreated, he had a pistol in his hand. Gunshots rang out. The sturdy Soviet soldier looked at the hole in his chest and roared unwillingly. Then, he continued to pounce towards Muhammad.
"Bang." Another shot hit the opponent right in the middle of his eyebrows. The Soviet soldier's head trembled, and his body shook. He fell to the ground half a meter away from Muhammad, his eyes never closing.
Muhammad did not look at him. Bayonet fighting was a last resort. In modern warfare, such face-to-face combat was rare and even pistols were rarely used. The basic principle of combat was that an assault rifle must be present in a battle. If there was only a pistol, then one had to rely on the cover of the pistol to find an assault rifle.
Muhammad bent down and picked up the AK-74 rifle on the ground. His own gun was jammed, otherwise, this hand-to-hand combat would not have happened.
Muhammad had just bent down when Durrani shouted nearby: "Instructor, be careful!"
Muhammad dodged quickly, and a gun butt hit him hard from behind. If Durani hadn't reminded him, the gun butt would have hit Muhammad's back.
Although it is not as powerful as a sledgehammer, the impact of a gun butt hitting the body is still huge, which can damage internal organs, cause people to spit blood instantly, and lose their combat effectiveness.
Muhammad rolled over, then raised his pistol and was about to shoot at the other party.
Before he could pull the trigger, the butt of the gun swung over again, sweeping across Muhammad's wrist, and the pistol was knocked to the ground.
Muhammad felt a sharp pain in his wrist and watched the other party turn the gun around, and then the muzzle was pointed at him.
In an instant, a fierce light flashed in Muhammad's eyes. He grabbed the opponent's gun barrel with both hands and pushed it upwards.
"Da da da." The other party had already pulled the trigger and the bullet flew out of the muzzle. At this time, Muhammad had pushed the muzzle of the gun towards the sky, and three bullets all hit the sky.
There was a stream of heat on the gun barrel, and Muhammad felt that his hands were about to be singed. He moved his hands down and grabbed the handguard of the opponent's gun, and the gun turned sideways.
Seize the gun with bare hands! Although there had been professional gun seizure training during training, but in actual combat, it was still a gamble with death. Whether various tactical actions would be effective depended on the skills and physical strength of both sides.
The guy opposite was taller than Muhammad and had strong arms. Now, both of them held their guns horizontally and pulled each other. The opponent's strength was obviously greater than Muhammad's. While holding the gun tightly with both hands, the opponent raised one foot and kicked towards Muhammad's crotch.
The fighting nation has strong physiques. If it were before the time travel, Muhammad might have tried to fight the opponent head-on. But now, this body is obviously not up to the standard, so Muhammad can only try another approach.
The other party would definitely not release the gun, so Muhammad exerted force with his legs, grabbed the gun with both hands, and suddenly flew into the air.
The Soviet soldier's kick missed the target and he felt the figure in front of him flash and then disappear.
Muhammad flipped in the air and when he landed, he was already behind the opponent. He suddenly grabbed the opponent's jaw with his left hand, supported the back of his head with his right hand, and then pulled with both hands. A crisp click sound came from the enemy's neck, and then the Soviet man's head drooped down.
After killing this guy, Muhammad took his AK-74 rifle and looked around. A dozen Soviets had already escaped, and the guerrillas around him were fighting with the remaining Soviets.
"Da, da." Muhammad took the gun and began to pull the trigger, firing bursts one by one, killing the fighting Soviets.
"Instructor, let's chase them." He was strangled by a Soviet soldier and was almost strangled to death. Fortunately, Muhammad rescued him in time. Hewaja stood up, holding his sniper rifle, and said to Muhammad.
"Retreat quickly and stop chasing." said Muhammad.
The hand-to-hand combat was so intense just now that no one cared about their surroundings and could only take down the people in front of them. This kind of battle was also the most brutal. They killed nine Soviets, but also lost four of their own.
War means casualties, especially in the battle in Afghanistan, where the guerrillas suffered far more losses than the Soviets. The side with inferior equipment could only fill the hole with human lives.
The battle was brutal.
It's not that Muhammad doesn't want to pursue, it's just that there is no time.
There was a rumbling sound in the distant sky, and the Hind flew back again.
Slovic sat on the ground, gasping for breath. This encounter was a mess. When it came to hand-to-hand combat, Slovic still wanted to rush forward bravely. However, when he heard the sound of the mechanized infantry company commander's neck being broken, he suddenly felt a fear in his heart. He finally realized that courage and brutality are two completely different things. When he ordered the tanks to crush the corpses and when he ordered the tanks to bombard, that was all brutality, not courage.
Although the combat quality of Soviet soldiers was far superior to that of the Afghan guerrillas, this kind of hand-to-hand combat was their first time experiencing it. Those guerrillas seemed to have turned into wild beasts, and the momentum they exuded shocked him.
Looking at the helicopter flying overhead, he felt an indescribable sense of relief. It was finally over. Let the helicopter kill them!
The sounds of fighting outside gradually subsided. Saha felt uneasy as he stood next to two abandoned infantry fighting vehicles.
The huge explosion sounded like tank fire or helicopter bombing. Did they find the guerrillas? Did they kill them all?
With so many Soviets coming and government troops, it would be easy to wipe out a few guerrillas. Saha kept comforting himself that the guerrillas had been wiped out and he was safe. The Soviets would not leave him alone. After all, if they wanted to gain a foothold in Afghanistan, they had to rely on the Afghans themselves.
Saha stood up and sat down again. Sweat kept pouring down his forehead. He wiped the sweat with the back of his hand and looked into the distance.
The sun gradually set in the west. A day had passed and it was about to be night. At night, our side would be more vulnerable to surprise attacks.
With just a dozen of these people, after one night, there will be no one left the next day.
I can't wait any longer. If no order comes by night, I might as well run away. Being alive is better than anything else.
As Saha was thinking this, he heard a roar in the distance. He looked up and saw an infantry fighting vehicle approaching.
When the Soviets came, Saha's face immediately turned into a smile and he went to greet them.
"Platoon Leader Saha, take your men aboard." A head popped out from the turret of the armored vehicle and shouted at Saha.
"Yes." Saha ran over happily and climbed up through the hatch at the rear of the infantry fighting vehicle.
"The mopping-up mission has been completed, return to Jalalabad." said the Soviet in the car.
"Yes." Saha nodded and bowed in the narrow car. Suddenly, there was a "boom" sound and the armored vehicle shook.
Saha suddenly fell down and hugged his head: "Help!"
The Soviets laughed. They had just fired a shot and destroyed the abandoned infantry fighting vehicle.
"Boom." Another shot, and the second infantry fighting vehicle was also destroyed. Looking at the thick smoke rising from the two vehicles, the Soviets drove the infantry fighting vehicles away.
Saha stood up again as if nothing had happened. This infantry fighting vehicle had a thin skin and a large interior, and a heavy machine gun bullet would make a hole in it, not to mention a cannon shell.
The battle was over. Their mopping-up operation had ended in failure. All the tanks were blown up, several infantry fighting vehicles were lost, and there were hundreds of casualties. Among the Soviets alone, more than 50 people were killed and more than 30 were injured.
There were no heavy equipment, only two companies of vehicles that were relatively intact. The huge team that had set out at the beginning was gone. It seemed as if these mountains could open their big mouths and swallow them up.
Slovic still remembered the dozen or so Afghan government soldiers. He sent an infantry fighting vehicle to pick them up and meet them in the mountains ahead.
Sitting in the rumbling infantry fighting vehicle, Saha finally felt relieved. He had been living in fear for the past two days. At this moment, what he was thinking about was his wife in the Jalalabad base or the warmth of his home.
Night is gradually falling.
The armored vehicle continued to move forward without turning on the headlights. The driver drove carefully using a simple infrared night vision device.
Everyone in the car was drowsy.
Although we have not yet left the mountains, we are now on the way home and many people have lowered their vigilance.
The driver was also yawning. After passing the most dangerous side of the mountain road with a cliff, he relaxed, stepped on the accelerator, and drove faster.
Suddenly, the figures in front of him shook, and he moved his feet to the brake without thinking.
"Squeak, squeak." A sharp whistle came from the back of the vehicle and the armored vehicle stopped quickly.
The people in the back were sitting unsteadily and several of them fell off their seats, hitting their heads on the steel plates.
"What's going on?" asked the Soviet squad leader on the turret, as he put his eyes on the sight.
"There are several government soldiers." said the driver in front.
On one side of the road, several soldiers wearing government army uniforms were standing there. They were not wearing helmets, but wearing turbans instead, and had thick beards on their faces. Judging from their attire, they were definitely government army soldiers. Moreover, they were standing there waving carelessly, without any flaws.
But how did they appear?
"Turn on the headlights," the squad leader said. He opened the turret and looked at the government soldiers who were blinded by the lights and were shielding their eyes with their arms. He opened his voice and asked, "Which unit are you from? Why are you here?"