Several guerrillas finally climbed to a place very close to the tank, and then suddenly lit the bottle in their hands and threw it out immediately.

For the guerrillas, if you want to deal with tanks, the easiest weapon that can be made by yourself is the mooring bottle!

The outside of the bottle is wrapped in rags, ignites the rags, throws them over, and the bottle hits the tank and smashes it open, and the gasoline inside will follow and burn.

Just as they reached out to throw, a tank behind them discovered them, and suddenly, a shuttle of bullets came over.

They immediately climbed down and covered their heads, but they were still hit.

It is not that simple to throw it accurately. Most of the bottles thrown out fell to the ground, and one of them hit the turret, and then a fire ignited on the turret.

Success! The guerrillas behind were very excited. They were looking forward to the tank hands inside, so they quickly opened the lid and escaped.

However, the tank was still moving backwards, as if it was just lighting a torch to play with it.

This time, they made great sacrifices and nearly twenty people died one after another, but even a tank of the Soviets was not destroyed!

The sniper two hundred meters away, the captain of the guerrilla team, Hwaja Odia, stood up angrily, watching the four tanks retreat calmly, and still firing with machine guns from time to time, wishing to throw away the SVD rifle in his hand.

"Captain, the Soviets are about to escape!" said a team member.

They all saw that the four Soviet tanks were about to withdraw from the valley. After they exited, the tanks would become powerful killing machines again.

"There are two tanks in front, let's catch the prisoners!" said another team member.

In any case, there are two Soviet tanks now, but they are no longer moving, which is a good result.

Unfortunately, if they really said that these two tanks were not fought by them, and there were people lying in ambushing the leading tank.

Who is the person there?

They can no longer deal with the four tanks behind, but one of the two abandoned tanks was mechanically faulty, and the tanker must still be inside.

Pull out the tank hands inside! Go back to sacrifice to your dead companions! A hint of fanaticism flashed in Hwaja's eyes.

"Company Commander, those guerrillas, ran to 404." The gunman beside him reported to Berikov.

There were four tankers in that tank. Just now, Berikov had called for support, but the support would not come immediately. Now, those tankers could face the risk of being captured by this damn guerrilla team at any time.

"Grenade, prepare to shoot." Berikov gave the order.

Now, as he retreated far enough, his tank gun finally didn't need to raise such a high elevation angle and could reach it, and those guerrillas were just within the range of his tank gun.

Let these guerrillas taste the real power of tanks!

Following Berikov's order, the loader on the side stuffed a ОФ-18 tail-flange stable grenade into the barrel and covered the back cover.

The T-62 can carry forty shells. Under normal circumstances, it only carries seventeen grenades. However, now it is the task of clearing out guerrillas, so most of the ones carried are grenades.

"Target, 348, orientation, 102, elevation angle 15, one grenade," Berikov shouted.

At this moment, Berikov suddenly heard a strange sound coming from outside his tank turret. This sound was hidden in the rumbling roar of the engine and was almost inaudible.

However, he still heard it very clearly, and suddenly, his teeth began to tremble, and a terrible possibility filled his mind.

It was another damn rocket! He knew that this sound was the sound of the rocket hitting the turret. Then, the next moment, the metal heat flow poured into the turret, and his chariot would be killed.

I waited for a second in fear, but I didn't feel the powerful heat flow.

"Retreat at full speed, return to safety, and go to area No. 3." Berikov, who had survived from death, had no choice but to care about the people in the 404 tanks. His company had a total of seven tanks, one lost contact and two were destroyed. The damage to the war was already amazing. It would be a great achievement to bring these tanks back intact.

The four tanks increased the accelerator, retreated out of the valley, turned around in the open area, and then ran away shamefully to the rear.

Dulanie watched the run away tanks and wanted to slap himself twice. The rockets had already hit, so why didn't it knock down the tank?

He didn't know that he hadn't screwed the rocket's fuse on.

The battle here is temporarily over. Mhamad walked out of his hiding place. Durani did not succeed on the other side of the valley. It seems that this subordinate needs to train more.

This time, killing two more Soviet tanks was a big gain.

At this time, the guerrillas had already come over, and the two killed tanks here made them very interested.

"Really, Lord, the abominable Soviets killed two tanks by our great Afghans." At this moment, a cheerful voice came: "My name is Hwaja Odia, and I am the captain of this guerrilla team."

Looking down the sound, I saw that the man was holding a long rifle in his hand, with a scope on it and a square hole in the buttstock behind it. Mhamad just scanned his eyes and knew that it was an SVD sniper rifle.

It seems that this man killed a tank player who operated an anti-aircraft machine gun with a sniper rifle, allowing those tank players to drill back into the turret. In today's battle, this man also played a great role. Otherwise, the anti-aircraft machine gun could knock all the guerrillas into corpses. Moreover, if the Soviets had not escaped from the rush to escape, they would not have easily succeeded.

Heroes cherish heroes, Mhamad looked at this man and said, "Yes, true Lord bless, our brave Afghan guerrillas are invincible! My name is Mhamad Kamaran. I am very happy to see you. You just fought bravely."

"Just, you were the only one who killed these two tanks?" Hwaja looked at Mhamad, and there was no one around him, and he couldn't help but ask.

"No, there is another one, opposite." Mhamad said. At this time, Durani was carrying the bazooka and running towards this side.

Soon, Dulani came over with a guilty face: "Report to the instructor, the rocket I just launched has hit the opponent's tank, but it has not destroyed the opponent's tank."

Instructor? Looking at Mhamad, Hwaja was a little curious: "Where did you come from the instructor?"

"Pakistan, however, this is a secret." Mhamad's identity was special. Originally, he could not reveal his identity. However, after seeing this guerrilla team, Mhamad had the idea of ​​conquering them. Otherwise, it would be difficult to only be left with him and Durani and re-stretch a team. It would be better to win over this ready-made guerrilla team. So, he leaked his identity.

"No wonder, your weapons were also transported from there, right?" Hwaja asked, "But why are you only two people? What about the others?"

"Yesterday, we had more than 40 people," Dulani said: "But today, during the day, we were besieged by the Soviets, the base was destroyed, leaving only me and the instructor."

Was besieged by the Soviets? So what about siege? According to Mhamad's tactics, it is probably the Soviets who died. It must be a large number of Soviets who came, and they were outnumbered. Hwaja quickly convinced himself.

Mhamad nodded, and was about to say a few more words, suddenly said, "No, we have to leave quickly, otherwise, it will be too late."

"Why?" asked Hwaja.

Mhamad didn't say anything and pointed to the sky above his head.

After losing so many tanks, Jalalabad's garrison will definitely be very shocked. It won't take long to go that the female deer full of weapons will definitely fly over.

If you don’t run away now, you will be dealt with by the female deer in a while.

Now, in the early days of the Afghan War, tanks were not suitable for these mountainous environments, especially this time, the Soviets made a serious mistake. Their tanks were not protected by infantry, otherwise, they would not be the result now.

However, the Soviets would not always make mistakes. For the guerrillas, if they were caught by a female deer, they would definitely suffer heavy casualties.

Even without a female deer, the four escaped tanks would come with a large group of Soviet infantry, and at that time, their side would be at a disadvantage.

"Okay, we'll retreat immediately," said Hwaja.

After saying that, he looked at his own people in the distance, escorting two prisoners in the tank, one of whom was carrying the machine gun that had just been removed from the turret, and was excited.

These idiots always make useless things, picking up sesame seeds and throwing watermelons, Mhamad thought in his heart.

"You two, are you willing to retreat with us?" asked Hwaja.

Obviously, Hwaja had the same thoughts as Mhamad. The two in front of him killed four Soviet tanks with their own hands. Such people were also what he needed.
Chapter completed!