Outside a cave in the mountains of Pugman, Hafizzola Kassem Wardak is leisurely sipping tea with his American guest, Grover Cleveland. Grover Cleveland www.biquge.info is now the CIA's liaison to Hafizzola's forces. Weapons and intelligence services for Hafizollah Qasim Wardak.

Grover knows how to be a guest, and every time he comes, he never comes empty-handed, bringing either weapons or money, and of course, volunteers who have come from all over the world to fight. Hafizzola felt that the volunteers were the most precious gifts Grover had ever received.

Grover and Hafizzola exchanged a few words and got to business. I saw Grover take out a thick stack of materials from his briefcase, put it on the table, and slowly pushed it in front of Hafizzola's eyes, and then said: "General, this is the latest movement of the Soviet troops around us that we have, the deployment of troops, and some other things, I hope it will help you." ”

"Thank you, your information is so detailed!" Hafizzola said as she put the information aside, not in a hurry to check it. Grover noticed Hafizzola's action, he smiled at Hafizzola, took out a brown paper bag from his bag and put it on the table, slowly pushed Hafizzola, and continued: "This is the information of several people on the photo you commissioned us to investigate!" ”

Hafizzola didn't push the information aside this time, he opened the brown paper bag directly. There were only a few thin sheets of paper inside. It didn't take long for Hafizzola to finish it all. It contains some basic information such as the number, name, age, and time of enlistment of their unit, which is simple, but it is enough for Hafizzola.

According to the information obtained by the CIA, although Hafizzola graduated from the Kabul Military Academy, he has no overseas study experience, so in some aspects he is even inferior to some graduates of European and American military academies. It is said that Hafizzola himself could not understand the information that the CIA gave to Hafizzola, and that someone with a military education background needed to translate and explain it to him, and Grover has now begun to believe that the rumor is true.

"Would you like to visit the volunteers before leaving?" Just as Ferguson was mentally assessing Hafizzola's ability, Hafizzola suddenly made an invitation.

"Of course, I would also like to see them living and training with you, there are many people around the world who support you, and more and more volunteers will join your team in the future!" Although Ferguson felt that Hafizzola's level was average, he definitely did not dare to show it. He didn't dare to offend Hafizzola easily, because there were too many places in the CIA that needed Hafizzola's help.

Afghanistan has been a pro-Soviet government for a long time, and the CIA simply cannot set foot in the country. Later, the Soviets themselves screwed up and turned an armed intervention into a full-scale aggression. The power of the CIA is just beginning to enter the country. Many of those so-called volunteers from all over the world are CIA people. The CIA hopes to foster some pro-American forces in this war-torn country, as US collaborators in the country, and as defenders of US interests. At the moment, it seems that among these Sheng fighters, Hafizzola is a good choice. Hafizollah was an enlightened secular musilin with a higher education, although higher education in Afghanistan is really average. But such a person is clearly the first choice in the minds of the CIA's top brass.

Soon Grover, accompanied by Hafizzola, arrived at the camp of the foreign volunteers, and the car they were in had just stopped when a young man greeted him. Hafizzola enthusiastically pulled the young man to his side and introduced him to Grover: "Look at this young man, he is my good helper now, he is an American like you, and he went to your military school!" ”

"Hello, my name is Gamal Abdul Jalal, an Arab-American." The young man, Jalal, reached out enthusiastically and shook Grover's hand.

"Which military school is it?" Grover asked casually.

"It's just a military high school, it's not worth mentioning!" Jalal said modestly.

Grover looked at this young man's sunny smile and felt very sorry, is it really good for such a good young man to come to Afghanistan to work hard? Young Americans of his age are in love at home, studying, and traveling. But he abandoned the peaceful life in the country and came to this war-torn country, where he slept in caves and tents, and ate the poor food of the locals.

After Jarral greeted Grover, he consciously stood behind Hafizzola, who handed him what he was holding. Grover could tell that Hafizzola trusted this Jalal.

"What are you training for today?" Hafizzola, who had just stepped into the camp, asked Jalal behind her.

Jalal replied, "Bomb throwing training." A few days ago, I had been throwing training bombs, but today I conducted an actual combat drill for the first time. ”

"Not bad! Then we're going to check it out! Hafizzola said with interest. After speaking, everyone walked forward together, and the training ground was not far away. They hadn't walked a few steps to get there, and Grover saw a lot of young people in camouflage uniforms.

As soon as Hafizzola appeared, there was a row of welcoming voices from the scene. Grover deliberately trailed Hafizzola a few steps, he was a guest after all, so he wouldn't steal the limelight from Hafizzola.

Jalal gave the order to the volunteer recruits, who immediately formed a neat lineup. Jalal turned to Hafizzolla and gave a military salute, Hafizolla nodded slightly, and Jalal immediately gave the order to start.

The recruits, who were standing in the first row, stepped forward, and each of them took out a grenade from the ammunition box. Grover could tell that the men were nervous. Jalal once again explained the essentials of the movement in front of him, and also demonstrated it by himself. Grover is not a layman, and it can be seen that Jalal's movements are standard.

"Ready!"

"Let's go!"

Grover gave the order to drop the bomb, and the recruits nervously pulled open their safety rings and strode forward to throw the grenade forward.

"Poof!" With a bang, one of the students closest to Hafizzola and Grover suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground, and the grenade also fell to the ground, slowly rolling towards Hafizzola and Grover.

Hafizzola and Grover were so frightened that they hurriedly retreated, Hafizzola fell to the ground in panic, and Grover was also dragged to the ground, and the two were about to be killed on the spot, just then Jalal rushed over, rolled on the ground, and the grenade was in his hands. As soon as he got up, Jalal was already half-kneeling on the ground, and he used the strength of his waist to throw the grenade out fiercely.

"Boom!" With a bang, the grenade exploded in the air. Jalal pounced on Hafizzola and blocked him with his body.

The people around him were shocked, Grover quickly regained his senses, he remembered the thrilling scene just now, and couldn't help but glance at Jalal again, is the youth of the United States so powerful? No! I'm afraid that only the SEALs have this level in those two strokes just now, it's really not easy!