A few days passed, and Mhammad was in this camp, staying very comfortable. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In order for these guerrillas to truly regard themselves as instructors and listen to their own words, Mhammad felt that there was still a lack of time, and after one or two battles and proved his command ability, these guys should admire themselves.

When the time comes, they will listen to whatever they say, and now, if they fully command this guerrilla force, it will be equivalent to seizing power from Hevaja, and this guy may not be satisfied.

So, Mhammad is waiting.

Of course, Mhammad is not idle, and it is still possible to guide the training of these guerrillas in the past few days. For example, in terms of marksmanship, although Nakhwaja is very good, but Mhammad thinks that this Hewaja is a natural sharpshooter, and he shoots very accurately, but he does not train his own team members.

Mhammad starts with basic movements and trains them.

These days, it has passed very quickly.

On the fourth day, finally, the two guerrillas who had gone to reconnoiter returned in the dust.

After learning that the two men had returned, Mhammad was immediately called to the cave by Khwaja, and after the two of them had calculated, the entire guerrilla detachment immediately assembled urgently, carrying their own equipment and two modified roadside bombs, and began another sortie.

This sortie, if it had been before, Hewaja would not have been sure, because they were going to hit the outpost, and these people, even if they touched it at night, would have been killed by machine guns.

This time, Hewaja was full of confidence, this Mhammad instructor's plan was very thorough, and Hewaja was sure that it would succeed.

The cool mountain breeze blew on Mhammad's body, wearing a robe, almost covering his body, walking completely on two legs, Mhammad did not get tired at all.

The whole guerrilla force was so excited, as if they knew they were going to fight a good victory.

After walking for three hours, I finally came to the predetermined place, a narrow junction with mountain peaks rising on both sides, which was a good place to fight guerrillas.

At this time, the sun had already set, and the quiet moonlight shone on the ground, and the stars seemed to be gazing at this small group of guerrillas.

"Here, dig a pit, bury our bombs, and lead behind the rocks over there." Mhammad said.

At this time, Mhammad seemed to have become a guerrilla leader, ordering the guerrillas to do things, but the guerrillas, who did not care at all, immediately started to act when they heard Mhammad's orders.

Mhammad chose two places, about 50 meters apart from the front and back, exactly within the killing radius of the two roadside bombs, so that the other side's convoy, even a dozen cars, could blow them all into the sky.

"Instructor, aren't we going to the outpost? How did you plant a bomb here? Taking advantage of the time between work, Durranny asked quietly.

"Yes, we are going to fight the outpost, but before we can hit the outpost, we must first pack up the convoy for the outpost." Mhammad said.

This is Mhammad's plan, hit the convoy first!

Going directly to the outpost, this is almost an impossible task, you don't have heavy weapons, and the casualties will be very large if you attack the outpost.

And it will be very easy to fight this convoy, especially since this is already the most cutting-edge outpost, and the other outposts have received supplies, and the vehicles should return, so there will not be too many vehicles that come here in the end, according to the past observations of the guerrillas, there will not be more than ten.

Two roadside bombs can almost wipe out this convoy, and the combat effectiveness of the convoy is very weak, and the strong army has gone to exterminate the guerrillas, and only the second-line troops can undertake the task of transporting supplies, which is in the later stage, and even handed over to the Afghan government army controlled by the Soviets.

Mhammad looked at the two bombs in order, especially the wires of the fuses, and made sure that they were in good condition, otherwise, when they were used tomorrow, they would be blinded, but they would delay the fighters.

Everything was set up and it was late at night.

Tonight, camping on this mountain, most of them, except for the sentry guards, fell asleep.

Mhammad can't sleep, not because he will fight tomorrow, but because he is homesick.

Coming to this world, coming to this era, although Mhammad has always fought bravely, but, after all, he is still willing to return to the afterlife, which is the world he is familiar with.

Thinking like this, looking at the stars in the sky, as if they were telling him something, he fell asleep.

Slowly, the day dawned.

"Quick, get up, the convoy of the Soviets will be coming soon." Hewaja shouted quietly one by one, waking the partisans one by one.

Mhammad also woke up, and when it was almost dawn, he slept for a short time, and when he heard the news that the Soviet convoy was coming, he immediately ran behind the stones where the bomb was ignited on the side of the road, and the explosion of his bomb was the signal to attack.

Already hungry, Mhammad quietly stuffed a piece of beef jerky into his mouth, which was the convenient food that the guerrillas carried with each person when they came out, and only when they went out on a mission could they eat this good thing.

The beef jerky was relatively hard, and Mhammad left it in his mouth for more than ten minutes before soaking the beef jerky until it was soft, and then chewed slowly with his teeth.

While eating, I waited, and soon, I felt the tremor of the ground.

On the road in the distance, dusty, a convoy slowly appeared.

At the forefront, there is a BMP infantry fighting vehicle!

This is a tracked infantry fighting vehicle, a means of transportation equipped in the Soviet motorized infantry, this infantry fighting vehicle, more suitable than tanks for this kind of mountain combat in Afghanistan, small fuel consumption, small demand for logistics, low turret, a 73 mm low-pressure smoothbore gun, high firing range, striking mountain targets, very suitable, there are anti-tank missiles above the barrel, and it is completely possible to attack fortifications.

In the later stages of the war in Afghanistan, the Soviet Union transferred back most of its tanks, and the number of such infantry fighting vehicles and equipment doubled several times.

Seeing this chariot, Mhammad knew that his plan was going to be revised.

Originally, Mhammad was going to put down the first truck in the lead, so that it would play a role in the process of attacking the post in the back, but now, seeing that the lead was the infantry fighting vehicle, he immediately revised the plan, this kind of thing, to keep it is a scourge, more damage than tanks. It's better to blow it up.

The partisans held their breath, knowing that this was the most critical moment.

If the two bombs couldn't explode, then they had to sneak away as if they hadn't been there. (To be continued.) )