Chapter 6: Deceptive Thunder

"What a ridiculous convention, I only know that these people are our enemies, they all deserve to die!" said Hevajra

What exactly is to be arranged? Hevajra suddenly became interested, called two people, and personally followed Muhammad over.

"No, these people certainly deserve to die, but not at our hands," said Muhammad. "Captain Khawaja, could you hand these two over to me?"

Moreover, in such circumstances, even if there is a language barrier, one can still discern something from the other person's gaze

Muhammad really wanted to see a good show, but unfortunately, he had to leave. With the strength of this guerrilla group, ambushing a lone Soviet soldier was feasible, but if they encountered reinforcements from the Soviets, it would be their own forces that would suffer losses

Outside, Duraney has already taken over there

Next to the tank they had turned over, Muhammed was there, waving to them

These two tank soldiers escaped from the overturned tank, which had already been abandoned. They remained there, left with no choice but to await their fate

The shell is very heavy, and one can carry at most one.

"It is naturally useful; you will know when you return," Muhammad said as he quickly ran to the tank that had overturned due to the large boulders. This was the only tank that remained intact; as for the other one, even if it had not experienced a detonation, it was still unsafe to approach.

Hewaja looked at the two Soviets as they operated the steel machines and set foot on Afghan soil; they were the invaders

"Remove all the shells from the tank and take them away," said Muhammad. "Hurry up, be careful, only the shells are needed; the armor-piercing and penetrator rounds are useless."

Isn't it said that retreat is the most important thing? As the leader of this guerrilla group, Hevajja originally made all the decisions himself; he truly cannot think of anything more important.

We are the armored soldiers of the 3rd Battalion, 1st Company, 117th Regiment, 108th Division of the 40th Army. Now, we have become prisoners of war and request adherence to the Geneva Conventions!" One of the Soviet tank soldier prisoners boldly spoke to the person in front of him

These grenades are even more useful for oneself

Very good, it is a grenade

Inside, Muhammad was beaming with joy, having truly made a profit

What do you think? At this moment, both individuals had calmed down somewhat. Markov inquired, "Ilyich, you have served in the infantry before, so you should be familiar with this type of landmine"

Muhammad cheerfully emerged from the tank's turret and saw that the surrounding guerrilla fighters all had long faces. They carried their own weapons, along with a grenade, and appeared quite reluctant.

I believe that what we are sitting on is not a landmine," Ilyich said. "Those guerrillas, who are not even well supplied with bullets, how could they have such weapons as landmines?

Seeing the two people so busy, Hevajah shook his head and signaled a few guerrilla fighters. These guerrilla fighters came over and carried the shells brought out by Durrani.

Then, Muhammad handed the grenade out from the turret hatch

Despite thinking this way, they still persevered

What should we do with these two prisoners?" a guerrilla fighter asked

"First, detain these two here. I also need you to send a few team members to assist me in arranging the * map * and * book, " said Muhammad.

I think it resembles a grenade, indeed, it is a grenade!" Ilyich gritted his teeth as he recalled the moment when he was forcibly pressed down, while another guy was so insidiously maneuvering beneath his side, in fact, he had pulled the safety pin of the grenade and then made his side sit on the grenade

Although using bullets is more straightforward, Hevajra often prefers to use a saber, relishing the thrill of plunging the blade into the body of his opponent. Before his eyes, the scene of his compatriots lying beneath Soviet tanks unfolds.

Although the two captives were not tied up with ropes and were not injured, do they dare to move?

As the two pressed down, the two captives finally reacted, and beads of sweat began to emerge on their faces

This tank contains as many as thirty rounds of grenades Thirty rounds!

However, the two individuals' buttocks did not leave the iron plate, as they were firmly pressed down by the hands of Muhammad and Khawaja.

The hatch of the tank was open, and Muhammed was very familiar with this tank. Although the tank's position was not suitable at the moment, he still crouched down and squeezed through the hatch on the turret.

The ammunition capacity of the T-62 tank is forty rounds. Generally speaking, it is equipped with only seventeen rounds of shells, and considering recent usage, having fifteen rounds left would be quite good

How could someone be so kind-hearted? It seems impossible to even think about it. The two individuals felt even more convinced that the Afghan man before them surely had ulterior motives

Thinking of this, Hevajra said, "Alright, then it's up to you"

Originally, he was escorting the prisoner, but now he has also shouldered a grenade launcher. Almost all the guerrilla fighters are carrying tank shells that they believe are completely useless

Muhammad drew out one round, and smiled; he drew out another, and smiled again. It was not until the last few rounds that he found the pointed armor-piercing bullets. He had come to understand that in Afghanistan, the guerrillas had no heavy weapons, let alone tanks. Therefore, even if there were armor-piercing rounds, they would be of no use. Instead, grenades were more practical, with a longer range and greater power.

"What are you talking about?" Hevaia asked the two with a smile on his face, while pulling out a military knife from his hand

At this thought, a surge of murderous intent appeared in Hevajra's eyes

"Take them back to the past," Hevajra pointed at the two Soviet prisoners.

"Don't move, beneath your behind is a pressure-triggered landmine. The moment you move, you will be blown to smithereens," said Muhammad, his words laced with mockery.

The two Soviet prisoners exchanged glances, feeling anxious and uneasy. They walked with one foot deep and the other shallow, awaiting an unknown fate.

Underneath the buttocks, there seemed to be a pressure-triggered landmine. Upon hearing Muhammad's words, it felt as if they were sitting on a red-hot iron plate, and both instinctively wanted to get up.

Come, sit down! said Muhammad

It is akin to having a naked beauty right before one's eyes, with one's own member already raised high, ready to penetrate directly, only to be halted by the director's command to stop. Watching films from the island nation is quite pleasurable, yet who can truly understand the restraint exhibited by male actors from that country

While they were sitting, Muhammad beside them seemed to move quickly beneath their seats

Unless there are cannons, what use is there for these shells

If you wish to seek death, you must wait until we have left before you raise your buttocks

The speed was very fast, and it took almost just ten minutes for He Wajia to come over again. However, at this time, his face was already full of smiles, as if he had already seen a pleasing scene.

Leave it to you? Can you handle it? Hevajra does not believe that one person can guard two captives; if not done properly, it could result in losing the captives

Seeing these people disappear, the two captives trembled inside. After more than an hour had passed, one of the captives finally spoke up: "Hey, Markov, do you think what we are sitting on is a pressure-triggered landmine?"

The two captives had no time to react, as Hewa's strong arms pressed them down to sit.

"They just said that we must adhere to the Geneva Conventions," Muhammad said

Now, since we cannot take them away, let's simply resolve it on the spot

"Wait a moment!" said Muhammad

"Our people have arrived." At that moment, Ilyich heard a distant rumble.

Muhammad thought to himself as he pulled a shell out from the ammunition rack in front of him

Durani, who was standing nearby, was also very curious; this instructor was truly inscrutable in his thoughts

Inside the turret, however, shells were continuously being passed out

"Come, come here!" said Muhammad in fluent Russian: "You all stay here and wait for the person who will come to pick you up."

They commit numerous atrocities, crushing the Afghan people with tanks; these individuals are all executioners

This world's Muhammad does not speak Russian; however, the Muhammad who has crossed over possesses all the memories of Huadongjie. In his previous life as Huadongjie, he sometimes participated in joint exercises with the Russian military and needed to familiarize himself with the use of many Russian-imported equipment, which is why he learned Russian. In addition to Russian, he is also proficient in English and Chinese

What is that? Markov asked

Why is it again? Heva glanced at Muhammad beside him, and at this moment, he had begun to dislike this person who was very skilled in battle.

The eyes of these two individuals were filled with fear. Upon arriving in Afghanistan, although they could not speak the language, they could understand some Pashto to a greater or lesser extent

Then, I sat down on the ground, but aside from the earth, I seemed to feel something strange under my bottom. It must have been that person who had quickly shoved it under me just moments ago

"Wishing both of you a pleasant time here! Your reinforcements will arrive soon." Muhammad cheerfully waved to the two, and then quickly followed the guerrilla group led by Khawaja

However, I recalled what Muhammad said, that these people should not die at our hands, what does this mean? Moreover, these captives originally escaped from those destroyed tanks, and without Muhammad, we would not have captured any prisoners.

"A grenade? Then we just lift our butts and throw the grenade out, right?" Markov asked

However, by the time they emerged, the guerrillas had already approached, and two tank soldiers had been killed; had they not surrendered, they would have already been dead.

Carrying tank shells? Hevajra was also somewhat puzzled: "Your Excellency, we cannot move the tank guns, what do we need those shells for?"

It feels like a piece of iron, with a metal plate on top, causing a painful discomfort to the backside; perhaps it would be better to adjust the position a bit

The hand of Hevajra is raised high, the blade glimmers, and is about to descend

Not bad, just like that! I just want to scare myself!