The convoy continued to move forward, and the tense nerves began to gradually relax. They were about to walk out of the valley. With so many anti-aircraft artillery guarding, the guerrillas really didn't dare to come and cause trouble for them.

The Soviet squad leader in Shilehe's self-propelled anti-aircraft cannon finally couldn't help it and opened the hatch. The rumbling iron lump was too hot, and the smell of diesel was mixed in the air, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

When he opened the hatch, a cool mountain breeze blew into the cockpit, which made him feel refreshed and finally couldn't help it. He risked being killed by a sniper and showed his head.

There are mountains on both sides, only roads in the middle of the valley. Such a terrain is a nightmare for every warrior. Every time he walks, it seems like he is coming from the god of death.

Fortunately, the safety was passed this time, and just as the Soviet squad leader was relaxing, his eyes suddenly shook.

White smoke rose from the hillside in the distance, and missiles flew over by one after another.

Yes, it is indeed a missile! It is a portable anti-tank missile!

Damn it!

"Prepare for battle!" the Soviet squad leader shouted, and at the same time he was about to get into the self-propelled anti-aircraft gun.

At this moment, a huge impact sensation came from his head, and a blood red appeared in front of him. Then, he lost consciousness.

A bullet hit his head accurately, his body lay on the body of the car, and blood flowed downwards.

Prepare for battle! The flying missiles were discovered in time by Soviet soldiers. They operated anti-aircraft guns and turned towards the direction the missiles were fired.

The two operators of the anti-aircraft gun on the anti-aircraft gun truck were quickly turning the handle and turning towards the direction where the missile flew in, while the Shilehe self-propelled anti-aircraft gun was rotating quickly with a hydraulically driven turret. Although it is unrealistic to use bullet rain to knock out missiles, the interception probability is higher in later generations. Even Shilehe, which has a fully automatic four-unit anti-aircraft gun, has a low interception success rate.

However, anti-tank missiles of this era are not actively guided, either relying on the shooter to use the operating rod and manual guidance like a line-controlled aircraft, or the shooter needs to constantly aim at the target and point the laser beam to the target to provide the missile with guidance information.

In short, as long as you fire at the shooting position of the shooter and kill those shooters, the threat of these missiles will be immediately eliminated.

Although they were a little relaxed just now, after receiving the warning, they immediately launched a counterattack.

At this moment, a whistling sound came from a distance. The soldiers exposed to the anti-aircraft artillery truck turned their heads towards the whistling sound, and were suddenly shocked.

Rockets!

Just at the mountain pass in front, rockets dragging flames flew over one by one. At least two rocket launchers were fired!

Rockets are uncontrollable. If they are allowed to fall to them, they will cause terrible casualties. So they turned their muzzles almost without hesitation and fired in the direction where the rockets flew.

"Bang, bang." Countless 23mm caliber anti-aircraft guns opened fire in the sky, organizing barrage, trying to intercept those rockets.

At this moment, the anti-tank missile flew over.

A pottery missile easily drilled into the turret of a Shilehe self-propelled anti-aircraft gun, its anti-armor warhead. It can tear open the front armor of the T-72, and the weak armor of the self-propelled anti-aircraft gun is vulnerable.

"Boom!" Under the attack of the Tao missile, the self-propelled anti-aircraft gun immediately ignited a fire in the explosion and turned into a pile of scrap iron.

One anti-aircraft gun after another was hit by missiles and turned into fireballs. At the same time, the rockets had also flew there.

This is a moment that scares everyone. The rockets flying in the sky are like rain of death. There are seas of fire everywhere. Vehicles directly bombed by rockets are immediately overturned. Those approaching are also hit by shrapnel. The Soviet soldiers screamed and cried.

When the rockets attacked, there were only a dozen intact Soviet soldiers left in the convoy. They looked at the guerrillas rushing down the hillside with fear. The only option was to raise their hands.

Half an hour later, a Su-24 flew from Tajikistan arrived, leaving only the wreckage of vehicles that were still smoking.

"Our recent battle was going well." Mhamad said to Durani who was returning from a mountain in the distance.

"We must be vigilant," said Mhamad. "The Soviets still have air superiority, and the Bagram Air Force Base is about to return to normal. Our activities can no longer be so close to the southern pass."

Dulani nodded. During this period, Dulani led the Second Regiment to fight guerrillas in the mountains, and continued to grow. The number of people in the Second Regiment has expanded to two thousand people.

In every operation, Dulani lets the old soldiers take the lead, and at the same time brings new soldiers to familiarize themselves with the battle as soon as possible, and the development of the guerrillas is thriving.

But... the more frequent the battles go on, the more ammunition is consumed. It is not enough to just seize. Every time the third regiment transports weapons, almost half of them are consumed on the battlefield.

"Yes." Dulani said: "Instructor, we have consumed some anti-tank missiles this time. Do you see when will the next batch be delivered to us?"

Anti-tank missiles! The cost is no longer cheap. In the Afghan guerrillas, they are often used to catch trucks. An anti-tank missile can buy more than a dozen trucks. Even the wealthy United States cannot bear it, even if it is a wealthy United States, it will continue to support these weapons to the guerrillas.

However, like in the battle just now, the guerrillas could not get close to the range of the RPG. Those brutal anti-aircraft artillery would kill the guerrillas. Therefore, if the guerrillas wanted to reduce casualties, they could only use anti-tank missiles to destroy them.

It was time to go to Peshawar and complain to the bar owner Ball, telling him how difficult the battle here was.

"I will arrange this matter," said Mhamad. "Lead the troops to the north and prepare to beat the next Soviet transport convoy."

Durani led the team away, and Mhamad said to his subordinates: "Go and go back to Jalalabad."

The men under Mhamad rode their horses and came and went freely.

Hearing Mhamad's order, Osama said: "Hissary Instructor, you have finally come to the Panjshir Valley. Wouldn't you go and see Lilith?"

Lilis has been working as a Red Cross. She has established a hospital in the Jersey town in the Panjhill Valley. This hospital has become a hospital of the Afghan Free Army. Dr. Harid and several other doctors are working there. Lilis never hides her feelings for Mhamad, and almost everyone in the army has long regarded Lilis as Mhamad's person.

When he heard Osama mention Lilis, Mhamad remembered this girl. Although she was a little clingy, she always supported herself silently. When she led her people to fall into Jalalabad, Lilis even thought about breaking into Jalalabad alone and saving Mhamad.

This is a good girl. Although Mhamad was not actually moved by this girl, he knew that Lilith could not keep giving like this.

"Okay, stay in Jersey for one night tonight and set off again tomorrow," said Mhamad.

"Yes." Osama turned his head with a smile. His Excellency Mhamad was so old and he didn't even marry him. Judging from his own son, his son is several years old. Tonight, we must promote His Excellency Mhamad's good things!

The cavalry ran to Jersey, which was remote and not on the main traffic road, so few Soviet teams came over, and were surrounded by the Afghan Free Army's eyeliner, which was very safe.

Horses galloped on the mountain path, and soon a small town appeared in front of them.

Surrounded by mountains, this town seems quiet and peaceful.

Mhamad walked forward by horses. At this time, he felt a sense of eagerness and wanted to see Lilith.

At this moment, a rider behind quickly chased after him and Mhamad, and said to Mhamad: "His Excellency Mhamad, Peshawar has sent an urgent call, please go to Peshawar."

Mhamad established the Free Army, and everything became formal. The three legions could be connected by radio, and at the same time, radio contacted Peshawar.

Let yourself go to Peshawar? What's going on? Mhamad stopped the horse.

"His instructor, we will arrive in Jersey soon." Osama said beside Mhamad.

"Next time." Mhamad sighed: "I'm going to Peshawar. During my absence, the major legions should act carefully to prevent the Soviets from counterattacking."

Peshawar, what is the important thing about looking for himself in such a hurry? Mhamad was thinking about all kinds of possibilities in his heart, but he still had no idea. The cause of Afghanistan's resistance to the Soviets is gradually moving towards formality. The logistics supply line of the Soviets was almost pinned down by himself. He did it very successfully. Should he be rewarded?

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"Sayaf, our armed forces are now more than one hundred people left!" A bearded man shouted indignantly in a tent in a tent in Gerozai refugee camp in Peshawar.

"Yes, that Mhamad is just an instructor. Why did he snatch our armed forces?" Another person said: "Gurpudding, that Mhamad is just an instructor of a guerrilla team sent to your Afghan Islamic Association. He did it too outrageously!"

"Yes, they separated from us and formed the Afghan Free Army. Now, everyone in the country knows the name of the Free Army, but they don't know our alliance!"

Abdul Rasul Sayav, the leader of the Islamic League of Afghan jihadists, looked at the people around him with cold eyes. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!