"Ali, we all depend on you!"
"I know, my mother's illness is up to you, and my sister, please ask the imam to tell her a good family, and you must not let that kid Ibrahim next door succeed!"
"I know, don't worry, I will leave my sister to you!"
"Okay! With a big brother like you, I can rest assured!"
"That's not what I'm talking about. Forget it, there's no time!"
At the other end of the road, next to a small car, which is quite rare in Afghanistan, a man in a white robe was surrounded by others. They were hugging each other, kissing and touching. I don’t know if they thought they were of the same sex. The party is, in fact, a final farewell.
At this moment, hundreds of people in their team have fallen under the guns of the Soviets. Although there are still a steady stream of soldiers on the way, the leader of the guerrillas wants to open a breakthrough, not to kill people. Seeing that there was no hope of charging into the sea of people, he suddenly remembered a tactic he had heard in the Pakistani training camp.
According to the instructor who teaches the tactics, this tactic is extremely harmful, but correspondingly, to execute it, you need an executor who can sacrifice himself. Those who can do this are brave and fearless Arab warriors!
The commander agreed very much with this point. Just like now, he just said it casually, and immediately a young man with higher education stood up.
After saying goodbye, the young man named Ali immediately turned around and looked at his colleagues who were checking the car and the explosives in it.
The latter handed Ali a short handle connected to a wire with great admiration.
"When the time comes, all you have to do is press this button!"
"Understood!"
Ali nodded and got into the car.
At this moment, Balalaika was inspecting the defense situation of the base. Her group of VDV men performed exceptionally in the defensive battle. Almost 70% of the results were created by VDV. This is not to say that ordinary Soviet soldiers were poor.
In fact, those ordinary Soviet soldiers were veterans who had received complete military training and had served for several years, so their combat effectiveness would not be much worse.
But comparing the airborne troops, there is still a big gap. Take the combat response speed as an example. When ordinary Soviet soldiers rushed into the fortifications with their weapons, the airborne troops had already finished the first magazine and started to replace ammunition.
And even until now, many ordinary Soviet soldiers are still wearing sea soul shirts and no coats. This does not mean that they are very brave. In fact, many of them were still in bed at the time and went into battle before they had time to get dressed.
Now, taking advantage of the break in the battle, Balalaika is urging these guys to put on their equipment again. After all, whether or not they have a jacket is still important for protection. Those flying stone shrapnel, as well as flames, etc., generally There can be some protection.
In addition, fortifications damaged by guerrilla mortars and rockets will also be repaired urgently between battles.
While the Soviets were busy, Ali suddenly appeared at the end of the road in a car, and then drove towards the base at high speed.
When the vigilant Soviet soldiers saw the car, their first reaction was naturally not a car bomb attack, because they had never encountered such a thing. The soldiers thought they were civilians who were trying to escape, so they naturally did not open fire, but instead prepared to attack the commander of the battle. Balalaika reports.
The latter was still on the other side of the base and rushed over immediately after hearing the report.
Naturally, the captain had never experienced any car bomb attacks, but the instinct of a soldier told her that something was wrong. She raised the SVD to observe the driver, but due to the reflection, she could not see clearly what was going on in the car.
Seeing that the car was only about 200 meters away from the base, the captain ordered a warning shot. Then a soldier picked up the AK74 and fired it into the sky. However, the car not only did not stop, but accelerated.
"Kill him!"
The captain immediately realized that there must be something wrong with the car, and then two PK machine guns fired wildly at the car. The bullets instantly caused the car to burst into flames, and even the car
The windshield was instantly devastated.
Ali, who was sitting in the car, was trembling from the bullets and blood was splattered everywhere.
At this time, his car was still dozens of meters away from the base, but the car's engine had been scrapped and started to emit white smoke. The tires of the car were also damaged, and it could no longer move forward. Ali could only use his last strength to press the detonation button. device.
Subsequently, dozens of kilograms of explosives loaded in the car were detonated on the spot.
The huge shock wave generated by the explosion directly flew away a group of Soviet soldiers dozens of meters away, and the flying rubble hit them with bruises and bruises.
Even the captain's face was scratched by the fragments, and blood instantly stained half of her face red.
"Captain!"
The men scrambled to lift the captain who was thrown several meters away. The latter coughed several times before regaining his breath.
Without enough time to clean up the dust on her body, Balalaika sat up from the ground.
"what happens?"
"The car blew itself up. You and your brothers were so close that you were blown away by the shock wave!"
"Where are the casualties?"
"Seven serious injuries and sixteen minor injuries!"
Although the self-destructing truck created a huge crater more than ten meters long, most of the explosion power was absorbed by the solid defenses. Therefore, the Soviet soldiers hiding in the bunkers did not suffer any direct casualties, but the wounded were inevitable. Indispensable, a few unlucky ones were blown away, their heads were bruised and bleeding, and even their bones were broken. They are now wailing on the ground.
Others were shot by gravel, and the wounds were extremely severe. Although not fatal, the pain was indispensable. It was comparable to being shot by a mine's steel ball, and it required surgery to remove it. It was very miserable.
A fall like Balalaika's, which resulted in a concussion and more than a dozen scratches on his face and body, were considered minor injuries.
"These damn bastards!"
While waiting for the medics to treat her wounds, Balalaika cursed the opponent's commander with a cigarette in her mouth.
"How did these guys get their wits about them? How could they use such tactics?"
The Soviet officer on the side looked incredulous.
"What else is possible? Those mercenaries taught me this!"
Balalaika stamped out the cigarette butt and said.
"As far as I know, those mercenaries operating in Angola and Chad like to use this trick. They will recruit local people to do this job, and they can buy a life for only a small amount of money!"
"Now they've brought it to Afghanistan!"
The Soviet officer looked at the plume of smoke rising in the distance with a headache.
"Damn it, we'd better report this situation quickly, otherwise other brother units will encounter it and it will be bad!"
