Chapter Ten Ambush

  Several days passed and Muhammad felt very comfortable in this camp.

  Muhammad thought that in order for these guerrilla fighters to truly regard themselves as instructors, listen to their own words, and still owe a bit of fire, after going through one or two battles, proving their command ability, these guys would admire themselves.

  At that time, whatever he said, they would listen to it. Now, if he were to completely command this guerrilla team, it would be equivalent to taking power away from Khwaja, and this guy might not be satisfied with that.

  So Muhamed is waiting.

  Of course, Muhammad didn't idle around either. In the past few days, he guided the training of these guerrilla fighters, which was still pretty good. For example, when it came to marksmanship, although Hevaja was very skilled, Muhammad felt that Hevaja was a natural-born sharpshooter who himself shot accurately but didn't know how to train his own team members.

  Muhammad starts with basic movements and trains them.

  These days have passed very quickly.

  On the fourth day, finally, the two guerrilla scouts who had gone out to reconnoiter returned, dusty and exhausted.

  As soon as the two men returned, Muhammad was immediately summoned by Khwaja to the cave. After a brief discussion, the entire guerrilla team quickly assembled, carrying their respective equipment, plus two modified roadside bombs, and began another attack.

  This time's attack, if it were in the past, Khwaja wouldn't have been confident, because they had to go and hit that sentry post. Those people would be killed by machine guns even if they snuck up at night.

  This time, however, Khwaja was full of confidence. The plan devised by Instructor Muhammad was extremely meticulous and Khwaja was certain it would succeed.

  A cool mountain breeze blew against Muhammad, who was wearing a long robe that almost completely covered his body. He walked solely on two legs without the slightest fatigue.

  The whole guerrilla team was so excited, as if they knew they were going to win a beautiful victory.

  After walking for three hours, we finally arrived at the designated location, a narrow pass with towering peaks on both sides, an ideal place for guerrilla warfare.

  At this time, the sun had already set, and the clear moonlight shone on the ground, with dense stars twinkling, as if gazing at this small guerrilla team.

  "Dig a hole here, bury our bomb and connect the fuse behind that rock over there," Muhammad said.

  At this time, Muhammad seemed to have become a guerrilla leader, ordering the guerrillas to do things, and the guerrillas did not think much of it, listening to Muhammad's orders and immediately taking action.

  Muhammad chose two places, about 50 meters apart from front to back, just within the killing radius of the roadside bombs. In this way, even if the enemy's convoy came with a dozen or so cars, it would be enough to blow them all into the sky.

  "Officer, aren't we supposed to go to the sentry post? Why are we laying explosives here?" Dulan asked quietly during a break in their work.

  "Yes, we are going to blow the whistle, but before blowing the whistle, what we need to do first is to collect the convoy that was sent by the whistle." Muhammad said.

  This is Muhamed's plan, first take down the convoy!

  Go directly to the sentry post, this is almost an impossible task, our side has no heavy weapons, attacking that sentry post will result in very heavy casualties.

  The convoy was very easy to deal with, especially since this was already the most forward outpost, and other outposts had received supplies, so vehicles should be returning. Therefore, the number of vehicles that finally arrived here would not be too many, according to the guerrilla team's past observations, no more than ten.

  Two roadside bombs would be enough to wipe out the convoy, and besides, the combat effectiveness of the convoy was very weak. The strong troops had gone to suppress the guerrillas, only the second-line troops were responsible for transportation and supply tasks, which were later handed over to the Afghan government forces controlled by the Soviets.

  Muhammad looked at the two bombs, especially the detonator wires, to ensure they were in good condition. If not, it would be a waste of an opportunity tomorrow.

  Everything was ready and it was already late at night.

  Tonight, right on this mountain, camping, except for those who are keeping watch, most people have fallen asleep.

  Muhammad couldn't sleep, not because of tomorrow's battle, but because he missed home.

  Having come into this world and into this era, although Muhammad had always been fighting bravely, he would still rather return to the afterlife, for that was a world he knew.

  Thinking so, gazing at the dense stars in the sky, it seemed as if they were telling him something, and he was completely sleepless.

  Slowly, it dawned.

  "Hurry up, get up, the Soviet convoy is coming soon." Khwaja whispered, calling each of the guerrilla fighters one by one to wake them up.

  Muhammad also woke up, just slept for a short while when the sky was about to brighten, and heard the news that the Soviet convoy was coming. He immediately ran to the back of the stone where the explosive was ignited, and his explosive exploded, which was the signal for the attack.

  His stomach was already growling, and Muhammad quietly stuffed a piece of dried beef into his mouth. This was the convenient snack that guerrilla fighters carried with them when they went out, and could only be eaten on missions.

  The beef jerky was quite hard, and Muhammad had to put it in his mouth for over ten minutes before he could consider the beef jerky softened, then slowly chewed it with his teeth.

  Eating on one side and waiting on the other, soon felt the vibration of the ground.

  In the distance, on the road, dust was flying everywhere, a team of cars slowly appeared.

  The one walking in front is a BP infantry fighting vehicle!

  This is a tracked infantry fighting vehicle, one of the transportation tools equipped with motorized infantry in the Soviet Union. This infantry fighting vehicle is more adaptable to mountain warfare in Afghanistan than tanks, with less fuel consumption and lower logistical requirements. On the low-profile turret, there is a 73mm low-pressure smoothbore cannon with high elevation, which is very suitable for hitting targets in mountainous areas. There are also anti-tank missiles on top of the barrel, which can also be used for attacking fortifications.

  In the late Soviet-Afghan War, most of the tanks were withdrawn, while the number of infantry fighting vehicles was increased several times.

  Seeing this war chariot, Muhammad knew that his plan needed to be revised.

  Originally, Muhammad was going to leave the leading truck behind so that it would still be of use during the attack on the outpost later. But now, seeing that the lead vehicle is an infantry fighting vehicle, he immediately revised his plan. This thing is more harmful than a tank and leaving it intact would be a disaster. It's better to blow it up.

  The guerrilla fighters held their breath, knowing this was the most critical moment.

  If those two bombs cannot explode, then they must quietly slip away as if they had never come.

  After all, they trusted this instructor very much, but they hadn't seen the shell not being fired from the barrel and still exploding, and its power was said to be great, so they didn't completely believe it.

  "Rumble, rumble." The treads of the infantry fighting vehicle churned up dust as it moved forward ceaselessly. The small turret on top rotated, its 73mm low-pressure smoothbore cannon boasting a high rate of fire and minimal blind spots, capable of hitting almost anywhere.

  Inside the infantry fighting vehicle, a mechanized infantry squad soldier is waiting in formation. They observe the outside through shooting holes on both sides of the vehicle body and can spit out flames from both sides at any time.

  Behind this infantry fighting vehicle were seven Kamaz trucks loaded with military supplies.

  These military supplies, enough for a company to replenish, are somewhat excessive. However, according to the news from Jalalabad, there will be another encirclement and suppression operation against Afghan guerrillas in the nearby mountains. Especially since the tank troops lost several vehicles a few days ago, which were done by the local guerrillas. They want revenge and let the Afghan guerrillas know their strength.

  So, this outpost served as the vanguard of the mountain guerrilla offensive, and they made it a base for stockpiling, with only the front truck loaded with food, while the middle and rear ones were loaded with ammunition and fuel.

  All the way here, it was very safe, but they were still carefully paying attention to everything around them.

  The mountain wind blows, and the bare mountain makes a rustling sound.

  The infantry fighting vehicle's tracks were still rotating, and its massive body was moving forward.

  Suddenly, "Boom!" A huge sound suddenly appeared without warning.

  As this sound came, the people inside the BP infantry fighting vehicle felt as if they were sitting on a turbulent plane, their bodies involuntarily tilting to one side.

  In his belly, it felt as if something was churning around, and with one mouthful, a mouthful of blood spewed out. Then, everything went black before their eyes, and they were completely at a loss.

  Muhammad behind the stone looked at this pleasant scenery and put his heart at ease.

  That powerful infantry fighting vehicle, in the explosion of this grenade, was like a small boat in a stormy sea, lifted up and then heavily overturned on the ground.

  This powerful shockwave must have sent everyone inside straight to paradise.

  A car following closely behind was also overturned and then exploded with flames shooting into the sky.

  "Screech." A truck in the middle slammed on its brakes, and in the passenger seat sat the deputy commander of the transportation company that was undertaking this transport mission.

  "Quickly, fall back, withdraw from here first, call for our support." Company Commander Viktor said.

  All of these trucks were equipped with radio transmitters, and the vehicle in which Lien was riding was a double-row-seated truck with two soldiers in the back.

  Upon hearing the company commander's order, a person in the back immediately began shouting.

  As soon as I pressed the switch of the intercom, another explosion was heard from behind.

  Muhammad first detonated the roadside bomb in front, at which time the car behind had not yet fully entered the roadside bomb behind it. Now this delay allowed the car behind to approach, and then followed by connecting the wires to the two poles of the battery.

  The current immediately passes through the wires buried underground and flows into the electricity.

  Feeling the stimulation of the electric current, the fuze suddenly flared up, igniting itself and at the same time, the flame rushed towards the warhead of the grenade that surrounded it.

  Inside the grenade, it's like a rush of excitement, and everything burns rapidly. The gas inside the body expands rapidly, opening the shell and shooting hundreds of shrapnel in all directions.

  On top of it was a Kamaz truck loaded with fuel, the shrapnel easily pierced the bottom of the truck and entered the cab, piercing the bodies of the Soviet people inside. Some shrapnels also pierced the outer shell of the fuel tank and entered the fuel tank, relying on their high temperature to ignite the diesel fuel inside the fuel tank immediately.

  Diesel is easy to ignite, but once it ignites, it burns extremely fiercely.

  At the same time, the high-pressure gas from the grenade explosion also arrived, and the truck was lifted into the air. During this brief flight, the fuel being transported in the back of the truck finally ignited.

  "Boom," in the midst of a deafening explosion, this truck exploded and disintegrated in mid-air, like fireworks, with fireballs flying everywhere, wherever they landed, a massive fire erupted.

  This truck successfully damaged several trucks behind it.

  Victor looked back in terror through the rearview mirror on the right, what kind of mine was it that had such great power? It's probably an infantry anti-tank mine.

  Afghan guerrillas, when did you get these weapons?

  There was no time for hesitation now, as down the slope on one side came a large batch of Soviet partisans.

  If that infantry fighting vehicle were still here, then at this time, this infantry fighting vehicle could have crushed those guerrilla fighters into pieces, but now...

  "Full speed ahead, go left," Victor said.

  Thanks for the reward from old friends Fassie and Sakima99!