The guerrilla warrior who had just jumped into the car immediately lowered his body and lay on the gang of the car. The military trucks made by the Soviets were strong, and the trucks behind them were actually made of steel plates, which was not difficult to block the shooting of 554mm bullets.

The bullet hit the car, making a sound, and sparks splashed.

Some bullets also hit anti-aircraft guns, then changed directions and became stray bullets in all directions.

Fashim felt the scorching pain on his arm. He knew that he had hung up the color. At the same time, his arm still did not stop rotating the steering machine, and the barrel of the 23mm anti-aircraft gun quickly turned to the side.

The Soviet soldiers were still firing fires, but when they saw the gun barrel coming towards them, they suddenly began to feel a little scared. Just as they were hesitating whether to continue shooting or retreat, the double-barrel 23mm anti-aircraft gun fired again.

"Bang, bang." A ball of fire at the muzzle was so conspicuous in the dark that, then the tracer shells flew towards them.

When they saw the arc drawn by the shells in the dark, no one was willing to stay where they were waiting to die. They carried guns, hugged their waists, and ran to all directions.

"Boom!" Unfortunately, they were already one step late.

The first 23mm shell landed accurately at their feet. When the near-explosion fuse of the grenade detonated the warhead, the flying shrapnel immediately pierced into the bodies of several Soviet soldiers next to them.

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They screamed and fell to the ground, followed by a second grenade and flew to a person.

"Boom!" Another explosion, the man's head disappeared immediately, and half of his upper body was blown off, with only two legs, and he was still twitching.

"Boom. Boom!" Fashim stepped on the firing pedal just now, and turned the direction machine with his right hand, and the gun barrel slowly turned and fired at the same time.

The anti-aircraft gun shells were ruthlessly harvesting the lives of Soviet soldiers. At the same time, the trucks were also leaving quickly.

This is the center, and countless Soviet soldiers are coming quickly. No matter how many Soviet people were killed here, if they cannot escape unscathed, the mission will not be completed smoothly.

This battle is no longer a guerrilla war, but a special war.

Mhamad stepped on the accelerator. The truck was moving quickly on the narrow streets of Ruha Town.

After turning a street, he jumped off the roof next to him, and Hwaja held his sniper rifle and jumped directly to the truck's truck.

"Change the bullet box." Mhamad shouted in front.

Just now, the anti-aircraft gun fired dozens of shells, and the ammunition must have been almost used. Next, they may encounter battle again. This anti-aircraft gun is already a necessary weapon for them to escape from here. Now, taking advantage of the gap between battles, what they need most is to replace it with a new ammunition box.

Mhamad's voice was very clear amid the roar of the engine, but after hearing Mhamad's words, Fahim looked confused.

Where is the bullet box? Where is the bullet box? The anti-aircraft cannon in front of him is just an iron lump, and the bullet box can't be found at all.

"Hwaja, come here and drive!" Mhamad shouted.

It is almost impossible to change the driver while moving, and no Soviet soldiers were found on both sides. Mhamad stepped on the brakes.

"Puchi!" With the sound of airflow, the huge wheels stopped rotating. Mhamad jumped out of the cab and quickly climbed onto the car. At the same time, Hwaja was also easily entering the cab.

"Crazy." Mhamad removed the bullet box at the tail of the anti-aircraft gun. Sure enough, the shells inside were empty.

Picking up a new bullet box from the floor of the carriage, Mhamad quickly loaded it on the gun door.

The Type 85 anti-aircraft gun is completely imitated by this Soviet cargo, and the ammunition box is exactly the same. It is fifty-round, 23mm caliber anti-aircraft gun, which is different from the anti-aircraft machine gun. Its rate of fire is not very high. When facing a target, it may only be more than a dozen shells from aiming and firing, but the power of its shells is far more than 127mm and 145mm anti-aircraft machine guns. As long as there is one shell that explodes near the enemy plane, it can be beaten down. Just hit the target on the ground, but in fact, only two or three shells can be completely destroyed.

Seeing Mhamad changing into one side of the bullet box, Fashim got off the firing position, did the same thing, and replaced it with the bullet box on the other side.

Fashim's ability to comprehend is very strong. Just now, Mhamad simply taught Fashim and he could start the anti-aircraft gun and shoot the target. Now, Mhamad has only demonstrated it once. Fashim has learned how to load ammunition. This guy is born a warrior.

"Room, rumble." A violent vibration came from behind. Mhamad looked over and saw a huge steel monster walking quickly on one side of the corner of the street. The high gun barrel turned towards Mhamad's truck.

T-62 tank!

Tanks were arranged on the sentry on the street as roadblocks. After discovering that a battle broke out here, the tanks began to move towards the division headquarters. As a result, they found that the division headquarters had turned into ruins. The tank soldiers who were furious chased them all the way.

The tank followed behind! Everyone was shocked.

If the one who came was an infantry fighting vehicle, it could easily penetrate the opponent's armor with a 23mm anti-aircraft gun, but the one who came was a tank! Thick armor was not something that the 23mm anti-aircraft gun could deal with, and the opponent's 115mm smoothbore gun could send this anti-aircraft gun truck to the sky at any time!

The only advantage of anti-aircraft gun trucks is their speed.

Hwaja in front also knew that the situation was very critical. He stepped on the accelerator under his feet, the engine roared, and the huge truck, like a cheetah, was shuttled back and forth through the narrow streets.

The two powerful arms kept twisting the steering wheel, and the body swayed left and right as the front wheels turned.

"Squeak squeak..." Amid the harsh friction between the tires and the ground, the truck suddenly turned and entered another street. The rear of the car collided with the wall on one side of the street, markings were wiped out.

"Boom!" There was a huge sound coming from behind, and the tank had fired.

"Boom!" The shell exploded several meters behind the truck, and the airflow almost lifted the truck. Everyone lay down under the carriage, leaning against the protection of the carriage railing to avoid being hit by shrapnel.

"Quick, hurry!" the guerrillas kept shouting.

In front, there were temporary roadblocks, steel wire mesh, and wooden fences set up by the Soviets. They wanted to stop the truck. More than a dozen Soviet soldiers were holding guns on the roadblock and firing violently at the truck in front.

"Dadada, dadada..." The guerrillas in the car poked their heads out at the same time and opened fire at the opposite side.

Hwaja continued to rush forward without reducing speed, but when the bullet flew, he lowered his head and let the helmet completely cover his head.

The glass in front instantly appeared one by one, and through the glass, the bullets came towards Hwaja's body.

A violent impact came from his body, and Hwaja felt the pain of his chest as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer. If it weren't for the bulletproof insertion board, several blood holes would have appeared on his body at this time.

"Boom!" There was a collision sound in front of the front of the car. In just a few seconds, the truck had passed through the roadblock and continued to drive forward.

"Go to die, the Soviets!" Looking at the Soviets who were still firing beside the roadblock, Mhamad sat on the anti-aircraft gun position, used the sights in front to trap the Soviets, and then stepped on the firing pedal hard.

When shooting an air target, the other side of the mounting hand needs to bind various data for the sight, such as the target's heading, speed, and oblique distance. When officially operating this anti-aircraft gun, two people can do it. Now, Mhamad just leveled the anti-aircraft gun to deal with enemies on the ground, which greatly simplified the work. Moreover, because the distance is very close, even if you don't aim, you will have a very high accuracy.

"Bang, bang, bang." Several 23mm grenades exploded at the Soviets' location. Suddenly, the Soviets screamed in pain. Several people were hit and their bodies were torn apart in an instant. The remaining people saw their miserable situation, gave up the confrontation and immediately retreated to the back.

"Boom, rumble." The terrifying tank followed from behind again at this time. Mhamad glanced at the tank coming from the opposite side, walked through the turntable of the steering wheel with his right hand, and twisted the speed setter on it. Although it was much slower than the speed of the aircraft, it still had to be a certain amount of advance.

After twisting for a moment, Mhamad turned his head back, stared at the sight tightly, and kept turning the high ground and directional machines with both hands. The crosshairs pressed on the upper end of the turret of the opposite tank, and then stepped on the firing pedal.

"Bang, bang." As Mhamad stepped on the firing pedal, the anti-aircraft gun vibrated regularly, and the sash buffer device kept shaking, and a series of shells flew over.

Do you really think you are invincible? The captain of the Soviet tank stared at the TKH-3 day and night periscope, and the light emitted by the infrared headlights. Looking at the truck opposite, the other party dared to bombard him with anti-aircraft cannons. Does the other party really naively think that the 23mm anti-aircraft cannon is a threat to his tank? The thick armor of the tank can completely block the attack of the other party's shells!

"The distance is eighty, the speed is three, and one No. 11 grenade." The commander shouted: "Prepare to shoot."

The loader skillfully loaded the shell into the barrel. The gunman had already begun to aim at the truck in front of him through the tw2Б-41y telescope on the other side. The shell just now was knocked away, and this one could no longer be deviated.

Almost at the same time, the anti-aircraft artillery shells on the opposite side had already flew over and hit the armor outside, making a bang. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!