Afghanistan is a turbulent and weak country, but it has a glorious war history of resisting foreign enemies. It spans two hundred years and three superpowers that flourished in different eras have fallen into disrepute. Afghanistan is not a vast country.
Brave and good at fighting.
This is the folk custom of Afghanistan.
Such folk customs have produced a steady stream of excellent soldiers for the TLB, various tribal armed forces and several conflict forces lurking in Afghanistan. They lack systematic training, but their rich practical experience is beyond the reach of the regular armies of most countries in the world.
The terrain of the Hinduku Mountains is quite special. The guerrilla warfare that has lasted on and off for more than a hundred years has hidden countless tunnels and caves in the continuous mountains. The most elite mountain troops of the Soviet Union were almost wiped out in this mountain.
Wang Wei, the sharp-edged elite who looked at the overall situation from a high position, his mind was running at high speed, analyzing all kinds of information and on-site situations he had, and then concluded that there was a fraud!
"Cheetah, I am Hawkeye. The situation is not good. Get back immediately." Wang Wei immediately called his comrade Chao Xuefeng. At this time, Chao Xuefeng had led 36 people into the training camp from three directions to surround and annihilate the remaining enemies.
Woo... The melodious horn seemed to come from the distant sky. Wang Wei's heart trembled violently. Before he could do anything, he saw the training camp filled with corpses suddenly rising into flames. The sound was terrifying and the mountains shook.
It turned out that there was a remote-controlled bomb made of C4 explosive buried under the ground covered by tents or debris. No matter how powerful the sharp-edged warrior was, he was still made of flesh and blood, and many people were killed and injured in an instant.
Chao Xuefeng was also thrown to the ground by the explosion shock wave. He paused for a moment, shook his head vigorously, shook off the dust and sand from his head, and looked up to observe.
Several comrades around him were as embarrassed as he was.
"Captain...if I die, please help...take care of my parents..." The young man lying on his back not far away stared at Chao Xuefeng sideways to explain the funeral, blood soaked into his earth-yellow desert camouflage combat
The clothes, the ground pressed by the waist was dyed red, and the dazzling blood color was still expanding.
Shan Liang is only twenty-two years old, a typical post-90s generation.
When other people born in the 1990s were in their coquettish and willful rebellious stage, he had already put on a military uniform. But today, as a young man, he is blood-stained in the killing field. Apart from worrying about his parents, he has no regrets.
"Don't say bad words..." Chao Xuefeng said as he quickly crawled to Dan Liang's side, pulled off his body armor and blood-soaked combat uniform, and performed first aid on the battlefield.
"Captain, I know I can't go back, leave me alone, don't waste your time on me." Dan Liang smiled sadly, blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth, extremely tragic.
"Who said you can't go back? Cheer up and act like a man!" Chao Xuefeng scolded Shan Liang with a sullen face, but his heart felt like it was being squeezed hard by invisible hands. It hurt so much that he wanted to cry.
A steel ball ejected by the bomb exploded and penetrated the base of Shan Liang's right thigh. It pierced through the body diagonally and was caught by the body armor. There were seven or eight steel balls embedded in the surface of the body armor. Although it did not penetrate the body armor and injure Shan Liang, it
The wound on the artery at the base of the thigh can be fatal.
Based on Shan Liang's vomiting of blood, Chao Xuefeng judged that the organs in Shan Liang's lower abdomen were seriously damaged, such as the bladder, kidneys, and intestines. On an overseas battlefield where surgery could not be performed in time, such an injury would mean death.
Chao Xuefeng did not give up first aid.
Never give up as long as you still have a breath, and never abandon your comrades with a sharp blade. At this moment, the team members who were seriously injured and incapacitated were all taken care of by their comrades.
As for those who died... their bones will be buried in a foreign country forever, and outsiders will not know about their heroic deeds. All honors and achievements are only reflected in a few words in top secret documents.
The horn sounded suddenly and urgently.
In the mountains surrounding the valley, perfectly camouflaged cave entrances appeared one after another, as dense as a honeycomb. The militants hiding in them swarmed out. Four to five hundred people formed a line of skirmishers. At first glance, the mountains and plains were filled with people.
They not only have AK47s and US military standard grenades, but also very lethal rocket launchers and 60mm mortars. Behind the rocks halfway up the mountain that block the sniper's sight, the mortar operators in black masks methodically manipulate five 60mm mortars.
, firing cannonballs one after another.
There was heavy artillery fire in the camp.
The Blade team members who rushed in were trapped in a tight siege and were in danger.
On the mountain, Wang Wei, who was responsible for responding to the warning, was also not relaxed. He was surrounded by more than a hundred people approaching.
There are only twenty-three people on the side of Sharp Blade. If they were to deal with hundreds of people in a place with deep forests and dense grass, they would be 100% sure. The sparse vegetation in the Hinduku Mountains is not conducive to concealment and ambush. There is a lack of natural bunkers. In close-range firefights, the chance of being hit is far away.
Super jungle.
"Be careful and take cover, hit me hard!" The usually lazy Wang Wei's expression gradually became ferocious, and he took the lead in firing, relying on the rock half a man high.
He used the M4A1 carbine in his hand that was set to a single shot and fired cleanly. People fell down dozens of meters away, and the militants lay down and fought back.
The twenty-two people held on with a tacit understanding, and the opponents who were almost overwhelmed could not lift their heads. The number of casualties soared. However, the stray bullets and grenades flying around were still very threatening, causing many people to be injured and one person to die.
"Cheetah, retreat in my direction, let's join together to break out." Wang Wei reminded Chao Xuefeng in English while replacing the magazine with his back against the rocks.
Performing top-secret missions and communicating in foreign languages is a way to confuse the enemy.
"Okay..." Chao Xuefeng responded resolutely. If the raid cannot be carried out as quickly as possible, the decision-making of the base's top brass will become more likely to be noticed by all forces and attract attention as it takes longer.
"Team A and Team B will withdraw with the wounded, and Team C will be responsible for covering." Chao Xuefeng gave the order without thinking, and then squatted down to help Shan Liang.
"Captain, I am a dying man, so I cannot harm you!" Shan Liang, who had lost too much blood, suddenly pushed Chao Xuefeng down like a flashback, got up, strode forward with a gun in his hand, roared and fired, and the approaching militants became
The platoon fell.
"It's dangerous, get down quickly!" Chao Xuefeng, who was sitting on the ground, could only speak out. The stubborn Shan Liang was blown away by the cannonball at his feet and never got up again.
Witnessing this scene, the other members of the Sharp Blade were extremely sad and angry, and fought back wildly, unwilling to leave. Chao Xuefeng suppressed the urge to fight to the death and shouted: "Withdraw!"
Counting Chao Xuefeng, there were only twenty-nine of the thirty-seven people who came. Seven people died, and half lost their fortunes. The retreat was extremely difficult. When the two groups of people from the mountain and the bottom fought their way through the bloody road to meet up, and then counted the number of people, a total of nineteen people died.
people.
The remaining 40 people need to break out of the encirclement and walk 80 kilometers north until they enter Pakistan. How many comrades will die along the way?
Chao Xuefeng and Wang Wei couldn't imagine it. They looked down from a high position and saw that two to three hundred East Turkistan militants were surrounding them from a distance. They did not attack them, as if they were waiting for something.
"These bastards are moving mortars through the tunnels!" Wang Wei gritted his teeth. Several mortars that the snipers had no chance to shoot down were the biggest threat.
