"Fight!" Mhamad shouted, then pressed the firing button.

"Dadada..." With Mhamad's operation, the machine gun roared, and the 12.7mm bullet poured into the sky like a waterfall.

Mhamad pressed the cross ring tightly against the center of the plane, keep shooting, shooting!

The bullet flew into the sky, drew a graceful arc, and flew towards the plane.

"Bang bang bang." Several bullets passed through the wings of the T-8 and made several holes.

"There is a machine gun position underground, pull it up immediately!" The shouts of Bereyufu, a pilot of another aircraft, came from the headset. Chrisvic, a pilot of the T-8 aircraft in front, did not pull it up immediately, but pressed the nose down and connected the rocket's nest.

If you pull up now, just expose your flat skin to the other party's machine gun. Even if you get up, you will definitely have to have more than a dozen holes in your abdomen.

Chrisvic believed that his plane was a flying tank and several bullets of anti-aircraft machine guns would not cause damage to him at all.

Come on! Afghan guerrillas! Since you have found you, you don’t have to bomb the village anymore!

Figachov and Solinovich were killed by rockets in Jalalabad. No one came to fly the two planes. After more than a month, two new pilots came. These two people were not from the test flight institute, but sent by the air force on the front line of Eastern Europe.

The test pilot was too precious, and the loss of two people made the leaders of the test pilot regretful and shouldn't have sent their own people up! They trained several front-line pilots, and these two were the first to complete the training and were sent over.

The two have different experiences. Chrisvich, who was in contact with the NATO Air Force several times, had a very strong psychological endurance, while Bereyufu, who was behind, was just a rookie with less than 500 hours of flight time.

Chrisvich's T-8 aircraft began to dive, facing the anti-aircraft machine gun position, and under the wings, thick smoke came out of the rocket launching nest.

"Swish, Swish." Only three were fired, and Chrisvic quickly pulled up. The smoke from this rocket was too big and sucked in the engine, which could easily cause the engine to stall.

"Durani!" Mhamad shouted, watching the rocket flying towards Durani's position. In an instant, the heavy machine gun was surrounded by flames and smoke, and immediately started shouting.

Damn Soviets! Mhamad knew that this was the next target of the Soviets, and did not retreat. He pushed the machine gun, raised the barrel, chased the pull-up T-8 aircraft and continued to shoot.

"Dadadada, dadada..." The bullet caught up with the plane and shot holes one by one, and the rudder surface at the tail was also punched several holes.

Chrisvich felt a trembling fuselage and a regular shaking from the tail. He knew that the rudder surface was damaged. He pushed down the operating lever and immediately felt happy again. This plane was so strong that the control was still the same as before!

The T-8 turned around in the sky and slid down again, and the other machine gun position appeared on the underline.

In front of the Soviet army with absolute weapons advantages, the Afghan guerrillas could only be the target of being slaughtered! Krisvich continued to press the button on the operating rod while thinking in his heart.

"Swish, Swish." While the rocket was shooting out from under the wings, Chrisvic's body couldn't help but want to move backwards, and the seat behind him was pressed against him tightly, so he could only look at the windshield in front of him, and a few bullets appeared.

The 12.7mm machine gun bullet accurately hit the T-8's windshield glass. If it could pass through the glass, it could shoot Chrisvich to death on the seat. But now, the solid glass blocked the bullet. Chrisvich was unharmed, but she was shocked and sweated.

The Mhamad machine gun continued to roar, fight, fight!

He had already aimed at the plane and shot the bullets on the plane's fuselage, making holes one by one, but the plane was still flying.

Thick smoke came out under the wings, and several rockets shot towards him.

Retreat! Mhamad knew that if he didn't leave, he would turn into ashes with the machine gun later. He retreated back and then saw Lilith standing behind him.

Lilith was obviously frightened and did not move when facing the rocket that was shooting.

Mhamad was worried. When did this woman stand behind him? If it were Soviet soldiers coming up, he would have given himself a bullet and killed himself.

"Run!" Mhamad shouted loudly, and this sound woke Lilith up.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Those rockets were whistling and hot, right in front of you.

"Dangerous!" Mhamad continued to shout, followed him forward, hugged Lilith, and threw herself on Lilith.

This was almost an instinctive action. Even M Hamad never thought about why he wanted to do such an action and why he used his body to protect this woman.

He was the instructor of the guerrillas, commanding the guerrillas and won one victory after another. This girl was a volunteer of the Red Cross, and her life was much more important than the girl's life. It was actually not worth it to exchange his death for the girl's life. Mhamad never thought about these things. In his military career in his previous life, there was a thought deeply engraved in his mind. Soldiers were to defend their country and protect the people.

Mhamad hugged Lilis and threw him down. He originally planned to press her under his body, but this was just a hillside. After Lilis fell to the ground, she couldn't help but slide down the hillside.

In this way, Mhamad hugged Lilis, not knowing how many rounds he rolled on the hillside, only knowing that the rocket exploded beside him, only knowing that the air waves caused him almost hit the air, only knowing that the vibration of the ground almost damaged his internal organs, flying stones and shrapnel were rubbing against his body.

Finally, when he rolled down the hillside, Mhamad looked at Lilis whose eyes were closed and bloody on his forehead, and couldn't help but get anxious, shake her body, and shouted: "Lilis, Lilis!"

The fight against the Soviet Union in Afghanistan was not lonely. Behind them, there were many people supporting them, including the game of interests of major powers and personal friendships. For example, Lilith in front of him was completely out of voluntary voluntary, but she was going to sleep here forever.

Mhamad felt sad and angry, but he still couldn't protect Lilith. Such a young girl died in the bombing of the Soviets.

"Sthorn missile, shoot! Avenge Lilith and avenge Durani!" Mhamad shouted.

The machine gun position had just been fired for two rounds, and the Sprig missile must have a chance, but Mhamad was a little angry.

Just after shouting, Mhamad suddenly felt a wetness on his cheeks, and then a "wave" sound came.

After seeing again, Lilith was looking at herself with a smile, and she just kissed her face.

"Mhamad, I like you. Actually, I came here to volunteer after hearing about your deeds." Lilis is a bold Western girl, and she said it very directly: "I want to marry you."

Lilith's eyes were full of tenderness at Mhamad, hoping that Mhamad could kiss her, and then hug her, and then start physical communication. How romantic it should be in this war!

However, her beautiful vision was immediately broken. Mhamad jumped up and rushed to the nearest guerrilla team, and took over the shoulder-carrying missile.

The guerrillas had just aimed at the plane, but the missile did not shoot out. When Mhamad carried it over, he couldn't help but get furious. The thermal battery was not activated, so how could it be locked!

Training and actual combat are two different things. During training, the thermal battery is not turned on. As soon as it is turned on, it is in the launch state. If you only practice, you will exhaust the thermal battery power in a few times and you will have to replace the battery again. At least the guerrillas do not have a backup power supply yet.

As a result, these guerrillas were exactly the same as training when fighting, and did not activate the thermal battery! Mhamad couldn't help but feel dissatisfied, and he had to train these guys in actual combat.

Mhamad was operating skillfully. At this time, another T-8 attack aircraft was flying towards this side.

Although the first T-8 attack aircraft killed two anti-aircraft machine gun positions, many holes were made on the plane and they could only return. The second aircraft, at this time, will come down and fly again. If there are still guerrillas, they will continue to use rockets to attack.

The plane flew from between the two hills towards the valley in front. The pilot Beliufu observed carefully. Krisvic had a good result just now, so he couldn't be too behind. At least he had to kill a few guerrillas!

Below were all yellow barren mountains, and the guerrillas seemed to disappear without a trace in an instant. When Boluo wanted to pull up, his mission had not been completed yet. The bombs mounted under the wings had to be thrown to the village supporting the guerrillas in front.

"Boom." At this moment, an explosion suddenly came from behind him. With the explosion, the fuselage trembled suddenly. Then, countless alarm lights were flashing on the dashboard in front of him.

Left hair failed!

Hydraulic oil leaks and catches fire!

The fire extinguishing device starts to start!

Damn it! What kind of weapon is this! While cursing, Bereyuu began to quickly control the plane, turn off the left airplane, put out the fire, and pull it up!
Chapter completed!