"Boom." The 23mm shell easily tore off one of the wing of the Hind. The airflow caused the Hind to shake. Fortunately, the short wing had been broken, and the rockets and anti-tank missiles hanging below fell with the broken short wing without exploding. If those ammunition exploded, the helicopter would be destroyed immediately.
The Shilehe tanks had just opened fire at the maximum range, injuring the doe, but the deer was still flying unsteadily towards the mountains in the north.
Smoke was coming out of the top of the doe. The short wing had just been broken off, and the flying shrapnel hit the engine on the top. Although the engine was still working, it was in a state where it could stall at any time.
Damn Shile River! When Muhammad saw that thing, he knew it would be the biggest threat to the guerrillas. Now, the first time he encountered it, it gave him a warning.
Muhammad tried his best to operate the helicopter, completely ignoring the flashing red lights on the dashboard in front of him. He couldn't care less about what those red lights meant or how to operate them. He had no idea.
Just as we flew into the mountains, the roar of the engines above our heads disappeared. The two engines stopped working at the same time, and the huge helicopter immediately spun and fell down.
The guerrillas in the rear cabin held the side armrests tightly and kept shouting in their hearts, "May God bless you!"
Muhammad tried his best to operate the helicopter. He was making his last effort. Seeing the mountains below approaching rapidly, big drops of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Boom!" There was a loud roar from the other side of the mountain, and then thick smoke came out.
The hatch in front of Shile River opened, and a tall Soviet man crawled out. He looked at the thick smoke rising in the distance with sarcasm in his eyes.
Humph, it's a miracle that an Afghan guerrilla can drive a helicopter. Unfortunately, he doesn't know how to dodge. If he were a Soviet pilot, he would have taken evasive action long ago.
"Go forward and find the wreckage of the helicopter." He held the radio and gave orders to his tanks.
The rising sun shines on the mountains of Afghanistan. The air carries the smell of sunlight mixed with earth. Soon, as the sun rises, the earth becomes dry again.
A group of people wearing Afghan government army uniforms were walking on a narrow path in the mountains. Each of their faces was blackened by smoke and their bodies were in a mess. Although they were exhausted, they still insisted on walking.
Among the team, two had stopped breathing and were being carried back to the depths of the mountains for burial.
After crossing the mountains and the canyons, Muhammad was sure that the Soviets would not catch up with him, so he relaxed and said, "Rest where you are."
Hearing Muhammad's order, the guerrillas immediately fell to the ground, lay on the rough stones, felt the scorching sun, closed their eyes, and were all exhausted.
Muhammad looked at the bodies of the two guerrillas who could no longer speak. It was a blessing to be able to bring most of the people out when the helicopter crashed. The two who died were killed when the helicopter was hit. Shrapnel flew into the passenger compartment and hit their arteries. When the blood spurted out, no one could save them. They died in just a few minutes.
The Afghan guerrillas made enormous sacrifices in order to drive out the Soviet invaders, which far exceeded the Soviet casualties by several times.
In these battles, under the leadership of Muhammad, they killed enough Soviet soldiers. To use a cruel saying, if they killed one, they broke even, and if they killed two, they made a profit.
No one blamed Muhammad. On the contrary, they all admired Muhammad. Under Muhammad's leadership, they launched a surprise attack on the Soviet helicopter base and blew up all the helicopters. Especially when they returned in helicopters and blew up the remaining helicopters, and the people on the ground were shot by machine guns and fled with their heads in their hands, it was completely worth it even if they all died at that time.
Seeing Muhammad in a daze, Hewaja sat over, silently lit a cigarette and took a puff.
"They are not dead. They fought bravely. Their souls will go to heaven. May Allah bless them." Khawaja said, "Sir, your command is perfect. You are the leader of our Pashtun people sent by Allah."
Muhammad looked at the sky and said, "Our battle this time was very successful. We achieved our expected goal and destroyed the Soviet helicopter. However, the Soviets have a huge defense industry. Soon, new helicopters will arrive. Moreover, they will find that the four-barrel self-propelled anti-aircraft gun is the most advantageous weapon against us. In the next period of time, the Soviets will strangle us even more cruelly."
It is only 1981, and the overall situation in Afghanistan is still favorable to the Soviet Union. The Soviets believe that they will quickly quell the Afghan guerrilla rebellion and completely control the situation in Afghanistan. The Soviet Union has obtained a passage to the south to the Indian Ocean, and will provoke some battles with Pakistan from time to time to suppress the arrogance of the Americans.
The Soviet Union was a huge polar bear, and they were determined to take Afghanistan. But they didn't know that the Afghan war was a powerful catalyst for the disintegration of the Soviet Union.
After Muhammad finished speaking, he lowered his head and saw that all the guerrillas had sat up and were looking at him with eager eyes. In an instant, Muhammad knew that he was wrong.
I am their instructor, and now, in their eyes, I am like a god of war who will never be defeated. Now, if I say these discouraging words, it will obviously hit them and shake their morale.
Muhammad couldn't help but despise himself in his heart. What happened? How could he forget how to do political and ideological work?
"However, I believe that the final victory will still belong to us. History has proven that invaders are doomed to fail. We are now experiencing a difficult war of resistance. Our strength will grow day by day, and the Soviets will not be able to withstand the constant death and consumption. God bless us, we will definitely defeat the Soviet invaders."
As Muhammad spoke, the guerrillas' eyes gradually brightened; his words were very inspiring.
"Of course, we will also make sacrifices, even great sacrifices. Many of us may not see the moment when the Soviets are driven out, but our sacrifices will not be in vain. It is because of our heroic dedication that we have regained the independence and autonomy of Afghanistan. Afghanistan will eventually become strong. We are not slaves of the Soviets!"
"Yes, we can definitely drive away the invaders!" said Khwaja.
"We will definitely be able to drive away the invaders!" More people shouted, their eyes were determined and they were not afraid of sacrifice.
"During this period, the guerrillas are all under the command of Khwaja," said Muhammad. "The Soviets have just suffered a heavy blow. During this period, they will not come to the mountain area to raid again. The main task of the guerrillas is still training and summarizing the experience of this battle."
Let me take charge? Khwaja looked at Muhammad, not knowing what Muhammad wanted to do.
"I want to go back to Peshawar." Muhammad said, "If we don't have the means to deal with the female deer, we will always be at a disadvantage. I will go back to Peshawar to find someone who can provide us with support. We need portable air defense missiles and anti-tank missiles!"
The war in Afghanistan is not just the Afghan people's own business. In order to help the Afghan people get rid of the Soviet invasion, Western countries have given strong support. For example, in order to protest the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, only Eastern European countries participated in the 1980 Moscow Olympics, and all Western countries jointly boycotted it. As a result, the Soviets won almost all the gold medals.
Pakistan provides the most aid to Afghanistan and even sends instructors like Muhammad to guide the Afghans in their guerrilla warfare.
As for weapons, as long as we apply to Western countries and explain the situation of the Afghan guerrillas, Westerners will support us.
Muhammad is very confident about this.
"Instructor, will you come back again?" Hearing Muhammad's words, Hewaja neither objected nor supported. He asked this most important question with great concern.
The instructors were here to train them. Logically, they should be in the rear and would never fight with them, let alone take them to bomb Soviet planes.
Moreover, the instructors will definitely go back after completing the training. So after the instructors went to Peshawar this time, will they come to Afghanistan again?
"Of course," said Muhammad. "I will stay in Afghanistan until the Soviets are driven out. This is my second home."
At this moment, Muhammad thought of the future. Although the Soviets were driven away, the Afghans did not have a single day of peace. The guerrillas defeated the government forces, and then the guerrillas fought among themselves and attacked each other. Finally, the rise of the Taliban turned Afghanistan into a theocratic country, as if it had returned to the Middle Ages.
Although Muhammad's later life had nothing to do with this place, after traveling here and fighting with the guerrillas here, especially watching them sacrifice beside him, Muhammad knew that he had completely integrated into this place and he would fight with them until the Soviets were completely driven away!