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"What? Instructor Mhamad died?" Hearing this news, all the guerrillas stood up.

Back at the base, they got new weapons and food. With these supplies, they could finally do a big fight. The old Eifield rifle could be thrown away. The Soviet AKM rifle was a good assault rifle, as well as mortars, and heavy machine guns. These weapons could make them more confident when fighting.

All of this was given by the instructor. Instructor Mhamad led them to win one victory after another. This time, the instructor drove the Soviets in a truck. They prepared supper at the base and waited for the instructor to come back for dinner. Unexpectedly, after waiting for the night, he didn't wait for anything. After dawn, he waited for a long time, until noon, when Durani and Hamdi came back, they brought such bad news.

Hwaja felt a little upset when he heard this. When he watched Durani report, his eyes were red and his voice was trembling. He knew it must be true. The truck fell off the cliff and the people were helpless.

"Captain, let's go and get that checkout to avenge the instructor!" Durani said to Hwaja.

There are two main checkpoints nearby. Last time they had already dropped one. This time, as long as they dropped this checkpoint, their guerrilla area will be expanded and they will connect with several other nearby guerrilla teams to form a vast guerrilla space.

However, this checkpoint is even larger, with a company of Soviet troops stationed there, and the Soviets also attach great importance to that checkpoint, which is equivalent to the northern gate of Jalalabad. Once this checkpoint is taken down, the guerrillas will easily drill out of the mountainous areas and attack Jalalabad.

This company is a heavy-armed company with powerful firepower, and there are only a dozen people on its own, so it can't be defeated at all.

"Captain, let's go and avenge the instructor!" Hamdi also said: "The instructor sacrificed his life to cover us. Even if we all died in battle, we must avenge the instructor!"

"Yes, we Pashtun people have no cowards!" another person shouted.

"Let's go and avenge the instructor!" Everyone picked up their weapons, and they looked at Hwaja and waited for Hwaja's orders.

Hwaja felt a stream of blood surge into his brain. He picked up his sniper rifle and said, "Let's go, we fight with the Soviets and avenge the instructor!"

"Avenge the instructor!" Everyone picked up the weapons, Dulani carried the heavy machine gun that had just been seized and walked outside together.

After walking a few steps, they all stopped.

On the hillside in front, there was a man standing. A piece of white cloth wrapped around his head, and blood was constantly oozing out from it. His complexion was very bad, with blood in his eyes, his steps were frivolous, and covered in mud.

"Instructor!" Dulani shouted, he could not believe his eyes.

"What are you going to do?" asked Mhamad.

"Instructor, we'll avenge you," said Hadem.

"Avenge?" said Mhamad, "I'm not dead yet, go back to me!"

Mhamad's voice was very loud. When these guerrillas heard Mhamad's orders, they saw that the Mhamad people were intact, and finally felt relieved: "Yes, instructor."

"Great Truth - Blessed by the Lord, Your Excellency Instructor, you have finally come back safely." Hwaja said to Mhamad: "Our guerrillas have won one after another under your leadership. Now, please allow me to formally hand over the command of this guerrillas to you. We will completely obey your command, including me, Hwaja Odia."

Mhamad nodded. The guerrillas finally accepted the command of his own outsider. This was a good start.

"We will fight bravely until we drive the Soviets out of our land." Hwaja said: "Sir, please give orders."

"Temporary rest," said Mhamad. "In this battle, we seized a lot of weapons, so that our team members can familiarize themselves with the use of these weapons, and we will take a short rest."

Rest? Hwaja looked at Mhamad and squirmed in his mouth, wanting to say something like that we should continue fighting, but he didn't say it in the end.

Since the instructor's orders are so reasonable, it must be reasonable.

"Hadim." Mhamad shouted again: "Come here, I have a special task to you."

Hadim was called over by Mhamad, and quietly said something to Hadim with everyone on his back. Hadim's body shook, then returned to normal, accepted the order, and hurriedly left the base.

Looking at Hadim's back as he left, Hwaja was even more confused and couldn't understand what Mhamad was doing.

"We have gained a lot this time." Mhamad said to everyone: "We seized the Soviets' AKM automatic rifles, DshKM heavy machine guns, and Type 82 mortars. Now, we need to train to operate these weapons proficiently. Weapons are our lives. You will learn how to use heavy machine guns as anti-aircraft machine guns, easily shoot down the Soviet helicopters and Type 82 mortars. This is an effective way for us to attack the strong positions of the Soviets."

Mhamad looked at these guerrillas. Their combat level was not high. Many people could only shoot, and their shooting accuracy was very poor. Although Hwaja was a sniper, the SVD sniper rifle in his hand did not fully utilize the advantages of weapons.

Mhamad reached out and took the AKM rifle that a guerrilla was fiddling with.

"Crash." Mhamadra used the bolt of the gun, loaded a bullet and headed towards the surrounding guerrillas. Mhamad said: "The gun is our life. The realm we want to reach is the unity of man and gun."

"Wow, wow." At this moment, a crow flew over his head.

Under the gaze of all the guerrillas, Mhamad held the gun body with his left hand and skillfully pulled the trigger with his right hand. His eyes did not aim at three points and one line, and he pulled the trigger without aiming at all.

"Da." With the sound of gunfire, a bullet flew out of the barrel, and the crow above his head fell from the sky.

This accurate head was so handsome! All the guerrillas shouted: "Instructor, it's awesome!"

Even if they hold their breath and aim with all their hearts, they can't shoot down the crows flying in the sky so easily, and at most they can hit a fixed target.

Now, Mhamad is so easy to describe and is at ease. An ordinary AKM rifle is so amazing in his hands. Even Hwaja is inferior to him. Even if he uses the SVD sniper rifle, he must aim carefully.

In the front, Mhamad conquered them with his superb command and noble morality, but now, he has completely won their respect in his specific tactical abilities.

Special forces from later generations, this level of precise shooting is the basic skill. Everyone can do the troops where Mhamad was in his previous life, such as blindfolding his eyes, throwing a beer bottle into the sky, and then hitting it with a rifle. This is the basic skill.

Guns are everyone's life. If people and guns cannot be integrated, they will not be able to survive on the battlefield at all.

"Sniper is precise calculation." Mhamad said to Hwaja: "Sniper is not just about using eyes, but more about using the brain. Hwaja, you have excellent sniper talent. During this period, I will strengthen your training and you must master more sniper skills."

"Yes." Hwaja replied almost without hesitation.

Mhamad completely conquered this guerrilla team, including the captain of the guerrilla team. He wanted to build these twenty guerrilla teams into an elite special operations team.

The training was launched passionately and after seeing Mhamad's shooting skills, everyone wanted to reach the same level as Mhamad. Only by strict training can they become excellent soldiers.

Hwaja trained harder. After Mhamad's explanation, Hwaja realized that sniping is an art. It is not just about shooting with a gun, how to find a suitable sniper point, how to hide himself, and at the same time to retreat, how to disguise, how to consider the influence of wind direction, sunshine, and even the atmosphere. In the past, he could only ensure that he could use the sniper rifle in his hand to kill targets three hundred meters away. Now, even if it is eight hundred meters or even one thousand meters, he is full of confidence.

M1938

The DshKM heavy machine gun is a powerful weapon obtained by guerrillas. Through disassembly, it can be carried by two guerrilla soldiers. When the tripod is supported, it is a killer that ejects death rage. Dulani gloriously became a machine gunner. Although he cannot shoot live ammunition, he practices aiming in front of the machine gun every day, especially how to eliminate targets in the sky through sights.

At the same time, in recent days, young men from nearby villages have been constantly coming to join us. Mhamad selected more than 20 outstanding young men from the middle, and the guerrillas have expanded to more than 50.

Our own strength has gradually become stronger, and every guerrilla has put in full force. This time, we will definitely have to do a big fight!

The sun shines on the earth with a scorching scorching sun, and even the wind blowing from the valley turns into hot winds. The summer in the mountains of Afghanistan is extremely stuffy.

A young Afghan man with a beard was running fast on the mountain road, sweat kept sliding down from his head, and the robe on his back was soaked. He still dared not stop. The wind was rising under his feet and ran around the mountain road.

Finally, he was so tired that he ran to the valley and a cold shout came from above his head: "Stop, who is?"

"It's me, Hadim." Hadim looked at the sentry holding the AKM rifle. This man was a strange face. He had never seen it in the guerrillas before: "I have emergency information and I want to meet Instructor Mhamad." (A good activity with pie falling from the sky, a cool phone is waiting for you to get it! Follow the official account of Chinese website (add friends on WeChat - add official account - enter qdread), participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, now follow the WeChat official account of qdread now!)
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