Ali's hometown is located in the northern part of Paktika Province. It is a small plateau located among the mountains. The terrain here is rugged, but the vegetation coverage is pretty good.
In the past, local people made a living by herding, and Ali used to herd sheep for Mr. Bayi. However, later the revolution broke out, Mr. Bayi was shot, and his assets and land were equally divided among the fellow villagers.
Life was pretty good at that time, but unfortunately, the policies of the Revolutionary Party later aroused resistance from religious forces, wars broke out, and Ali and his family's happy and promising life disappeared.
Fortunately, Ali's family is still there, and his father is still working conscientiously on herding, and after the Soviets came, their family's income was pretty good. The soldiers would come from time to time to buy a sheep for tooth sacrifice, and they would also pay.
However, this does not prevent Ali from becoming a guerrilla. In fact, his father is also a guerrilla. He is just an intelligence agent without a gun. He relies on herding to get close to the Soviets to obtain some intelligence and so on.
When he returned to the quiet mountain village, Ali's appearance shocked the villagers. The latter's body was not seriously injured, but he had lost a lot of blood, and the dust, turned Ali into a black mud monkey.
Afterwards, the villagers hurriedly pressed Ali into the basin and washed him. Then they found the old imam in the village, who brought his own herbal medicine to cover Ali's wounds. This is considered complete treatment.
The ammunition brought by Ali and others was also distributed. Although a large part of it had been destroyed on the road, the remaining several thousand rounds of ammunition could still meet the low-intensity consumption of the guerrillas, not to mention that in the past In a month, the second batch of bullets will be delivered.
Now that they have a guy in hand, the courage of this guerrilla group of only a few dozen people has grown a lot. After all, if they don’t have guns and ammunition, they can only pretend to be grandsons. But now that the guy in hand is good, then My waist became hard immediately, and I just wanted to touch someone!
The Soviets don't have many troops stationed here. After all, it's a remote mountainous area. If too many troops are stationed, supplies will be a big problem. Therefore, there is only one company of troops stationed there. They usually live in a base dozens of kilometers away. That base is occupied by A large number of machine gun bunkers and trenches were heavily guarded. Generally, no one dared to go there. Only occasionally, those Soviets would drive their cars and show up at nearby township markets to buy things.
However, the absence of the Soviets does not mean that the security here is unattended. The Afghan government's army and police still have a relatively large scale, ensuring control of the towns. However, these people are low in morale. Unless there is an absolute numerical advantage, Otherwise, we would not dare to engage in firefights with the guerrillas.
And the guerrillas are not willing to offend these guys. After all, if they are offended, they will really call the Soviets to help!
But now, everyone has a lot of 56 punches in their hands, as well as enough grenades and several rocket launchers. The leader of the guerrillas, the donkey cart uncle, immediately wanted to go to the old friends who lived in the police station in the town. Send some blessings, because in three days, it will be their salary day!
The guerrillas have always been poor, so it shouldn't be a problem to ask the police for a small loan to spend!
As soon as the plan was drawn up, the whole village became busy. Under Ali's guidance, the guerrillas became familiar with weapons and distributed ammunition. The women were busy making the dry food needed for the guerrillas' operations, and the so-called marching dry food was Baked flatbread made of flour, plus a little air-dried lamb and dried fruits.
The guerrillas do not have any stable source of supplies, so there is naturally no way to talk about so-called professional field rations. Moreover, even in later generations, not many countries have done a good job in field rations. For example, the field rations of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces There will be a lot of rice dishes on the menu.
At this time, those in the Soviet army who can afford good field rations are the elite airborne special forces. The ordinary soldiers should just eat compressed biscuits!
The guerrillas' plan to attack the police station was very simple and straightforward, because they had not received any professional training and could not formulate any high-standard attack plan. Therefore, the uncle's plan was very simple.
At six o'clock in the morning, while the policemen were still sleeping
We were still awake, but it was almost dark enough to see things. The guerrillas took advantage of this moment to launch a surprise attack!
On the day of the operation, God was very kind. Not only did it not rain, but there was even a gust of wind, which dispersed the fog and greatly increased the visibility of the guerrillas.
The fellow villagers in the town were also very cooperative. After seeing the guerrillas with weapons appearing, everyone quietly returned home, closed the door tightly, and only opened a slit in the window to watch the battle.
The police did not react at all to the arrival of the guerrillas. Because the sky was falling and the Soviets were holding them up, not only did they not set up sentries, they even locked their weapons in cabinets.
Then!
"Allahhu Akbar!"
Following loud shouts, a guerrilla carrying a rocket launcher jumped out first. He fired a 40-gun fire at the police station door.
Then the high-explosive warhead blew the door to pieces, and then the guerrillas, who were also shouting the slogans of Allahu Akbar, rushed in like a swarm of swarms.
After the sleeping policemen were awakened by the explosion of rockets, they also showed agility that had nothing to do with their profession. They didn't even bother to put on their clothes, they smashed the windows and ran out. As for fighting back?
Come on, the guerrillas are already equipped with artillery and bombing, so what else can they do? If they can fire three shots into the sky and run away, they are already worthy of the salary offered by Kandahar!
And even if they want to fight back, they have to have weapons. Their weapons are all in the gun cabinet. How can they fight back with bare hands? Should they use slippers?
So, while the policemen were running away, the guerrillas swept through everything as if they were in uninhabited territory, and then killed a policeman, seized two SKS, more than 20 rounds of bullets, and looted the police chief's safe. , taking away the lucrative monthly salary that was to be paid to the police.
The price the guerrillas spent was nothing more than a rocket, more than 400 rounds of bullets, and the minor cost of a man tripping over a threshold and knocking out his teeth because he rushed too fast.
The reason why so many bullets were used is because the guerrillas started shooting randomly after entering the door. Almost most of them shot themselves to the first magazine in a short time, and then they discovered that there were no bullets at all. Any resistance!
