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The turret and the body of the tank were separated and fell to the side, the barrel was already bent, and it was likely that when it landed again, the barrel was downward, and looking at the way the tank looked, the people inside must have died no longer to die.

It's just dangerous! was almost crushed into meat sauce by the tank, looking at the red five stars on the turret, Hua Dongjie still had a kind of luck in escaping death.

All around, there were some corpses, many of which had been run over by tanks, and those with big beards and robes had only one identity, Afghan guerrillas.

And this tank that was knocked out in front of you, it was only one era, in the eighties of the last century, the Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan!

Hua Dongjie's mind was in a mess, this place was very familiar and very unfamiliar, how could he appear here? It's a powder keg.

Afghanistan has never been pacified, and in later generations, the world hooligans have occupied it, and it is still a quagmire.

What is my identity here? In my mind, there are some vague impressions, but I am not sure.

"Instructor, watching you being rolled under the tank, I thought you... God forbid, the hateful Satan, the tanks of the Soviets, have finally been taken out by us. Just when Hua Dongjie was still standing a little dazed, a person stood up from the side of the dilapidated earthen wall and said to Hua Dongjie.

His eyes were deep-set, his nose was a little high, his skin was dark, his beard was unrepaired, he almost covered his mouth, and he was dressed in a white robe, which was now brown, a typical Middle Eastern or West Asian man, or rather, a native of Afghanistan.

Seeing that Hua Dongjie was looking at himself with a pair of blank eyes, the Afghan guerrillas in front of him said, "Instructor, are you injured?" It can't hurt your brain, right? ”

Just now, watching the instructor being rolled under the tank of the Soviets, Durrani Shah's heart was about to rise to his throat.

For more than two years, the Soviets occupied all of Afghanistan, and in the face of the Soviets' invasion, Afghanistan was furious, and they spontaneously formed guerrilla groups to resist the Soviet Satanic invasion.

However, the disparity in strength was obvious, and after taking control of the large cities, the Soviets began to attack the mountainous areas controlled by the guerrillas, and the guerrillas were losing ground one after another. Faced with tanks, planes, they were helpless. At this time, a group of instructors finally came from neighboring Pakistan to guide their military training.

Along with them came a variety of weapons, such as the current bazooka.

The instructor took them and was training in the mountains, but they were attacked by the Soviets, and they followed the instructor and escaped. However, he was chased by this tank and couldn't get rid of it.

At this time, because the tank chased too fast, the infantry behind could not keep up. Tanks, deprived of infantry protection, are very vulnerable. When the instructor saw this, he decided to stop, hide in place, and prepare to attack the tank.

Unbeknownst to them, the first rocket flew away, and their whereabouts were immediately discovered by the Soviet tankmen, and although the instructors shouted to hide, the partisans still scattered and ran away.

As a result, the tanks went on a rampage, and at the same time machine-gun fire was fired, and the partisans were almost all killed.

I thought that the Soviets would leave like this, then, maybe there were brothers who were not dead, and they could be saved again, but as a result, I saw that the Soviets left a tank and ran it around.

The entire guerrilla team, only the instructor and Durrani were left, if it weren't for the instructor pressing Durranny tightly, Durranny would have stood up and been killed just now.

Now, with this tank left, even the corpses are not spared, and the instructor is furious.

Durranny watched the instructor run out of hiding, holding a bazooka, and wanted to get close before firing, but he was strafed by the tank's machine gun and fell.

Then, the tank ran over, Duranney's eyes were red, and just as he wanted to rush up, he miraculously saw the instructor actually stand up, and then, very close behind the opponent's tank, fired a rocket.

As the rockets flew out, the tank finally caught fire and then exploded, and the scene was spectacular.

Without a threat for the time being, Durranny ran out of hiding and headed for the instructor.

Who knows, the instructor seems to be stupid.

"Duranny?" Hua Dongjie tried to say, he didn't believe that he didn't have to learn, he had mastered an extra foreign language, and he could already speak this very tongue-twisting Pashto.

"Instructor, you finally remembered my name!" Durrani said, "You're so great, you took out a Soviets tank!" ”

Great? At this time, Hua Dongjie had inherited more memories in his mind, and he had confirmed that he had crossed over. The real Mhammad Kamaran, who was killed by the Soviets' tank machine guns, took the place of this man, the instructor from Pakistan, to guide the guerrillas.

And now, this guerrilla team, only Durrani is left, which shows how stupid this Mhammad is.

Of course, it is inherently very dangerous to destroy enemy tanks with bazookas. Moreover, if he hadn't been in the army and had been trained to crush tanks, he probably wouldn't have been so calm to let the tank pass over his body without changing his position.

If you move it slightly, you will definitely be crushed by the tank. At the beginning of the training, some of the team members also peed their pants, and when the tank drove over them, although the two tracks would not roll over themselves, it was also very terrifying.

Only by sweating more in peacetime can you shed less blood in wartime.

Damn it, I threw myself here, in Afghanistan in 1981, in the northeastern mountains of Jalalabad near the border with Pakistan. In addition to accepting the identity of this Mhammad, he also has to accept the test of countless blood and war, although he is extremely depressed, Hua Dongjie quickly accepted this reality, he is the Pakistani instructor, Mhammad, he is going to take Afghanistan to a bright future.

Mhammad stood up, looked down to the east, smelled the blood in the air, and now, there was only fighting!

"Clean up the battlefield, pack your weapons, and come with me." Mhammad said.

Walk? Where to go? Durranny paused for a moment.

But Mhammad had already begun to bend down and pick up the weapons of his companions.

The corpse had been rolled into a bloody blur, and the gun he was carrying with him had also been crushed. (To be continued.) )