The Afghan guerrillas found another buried water vein in the ground, in the face of wet sand containing water, this time the Afghan guerrillas finally learned smart, after extracting the absolutely precious fresh water in the desert, they first found a way to test it, after wasting a batch of precious fresh water in the desert, everyone showed a smile on their faces, although the [***] people are very cunning, but they are constantly running away in the face of powerful pursuers, and they are not the omniscient Allah, This vein of water has not been poisoned!

With a wave of the captain's hand, more than a dozen Afghan guerrillas swarmed up and buckled the steel helmets they had borrowed from the Chechen guerrillas and the extremely absorbent cotton cloth to the sand layer containing the water veins underneath. There are also people who directly spread the sheepskin directly on the sand layer, so that although the water extracted from the sheepskin is not drinkable, it can also cool the person's body and indirectly save fresh water for themselves.

Two other Afghan guerrillas dug down when they found a plant, and they divided the rhizome of the plant into small sections and distributed them among everyone in the pursuing force.

The terrorists of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" and the armed guerrillas of Chechnya [***] looked at the crooked rhizome in their hands, which was only two or three inches long, and their eyes widened, and those who could barely communicate with these Afghan guerrillas finally couldn't help but ask: "What's the use of giving us this little stick?" I don't think even if I chew all this little stick and swallow it in my stomach, I won't be able to get much fresh water, right? ”

The Afghan guerrillas who handed out sticks waved their hands repeatedly, and one of the guerrillas grabbed the sticks and scraped them on his teeth to remove the food residue from the teeth bit by bit. In the desert where the supply lines have been cut off, it is necessary to have good hygiene habits if you want not to get sick, and in the case of not being able to brush your teeth every day and without chewing gum, using a tree branch to clean your mouth is definitely a good way and a necessary measure.

The Afghan guerrillas, who are well versed in desert survival, are definitely experts in this area. Not only did they have to help the whole pursuing force find water, find everything to eat, and provide branches for everyone to clean their mouths, but they also silently buried the excrement left by other friendly troops near the camp. Every day when they get up from the campsite, they always remind the people around them repeatedly to pat their clothes vigorously and check their equipment to prevent any bugs from crawling in.

After the first batch of fresh water was squeezed out of the cotton cloth in the steel helmet, the Afghan guerrillas handed over the precious fresh water to the allied forces who surrounded them. Watching the Allies put little fresh water into their mouths, these Afghan guerrillas who had lived in the desert since childhood couldn't help but stick out their tongues, lick their lips that had been smeared with animal fat, but were still dry and chapped, and fastened their steel helmets to the sand.

After the second batch of fresh water came out, the Afghan guerrillas carefully squeezed most of the fresh water from the cotton cloth into their water bottles, and then the desperately thirsty guerrillas threw their heads high and twisted the cotton cloth with their hands.

The fresh water quickly gathered between the cotton cloths, and finally merged into small streams, drawing crystal lines in the air, and falling straight into the mouths of the Afghan guerrillas who were wide open for fear of wasting a little water.

At the same time, the elderly guerrilla leaders in Afghanistan also took sheepskins that had accumulated enough moisture and draped them over several sick people who were sick because they could not withstand the heat of the desert during the day and the cold of the night. The sick names who had been placed in the shade by the Afghan guerrillas wore sheepskin that would give them a refreshing feeling, and they all showed a grateful expression to the Afghan guerrilla leader.

The Afghan guerrilla leader looked at these young faces in front of him, his face as dry as dried orange peels, showing a kind smile, he reached out and stroked the foreheads of these sick people, and whispered: "Rest well, Allah will bless you." Rest assured, we, the soldiers of Afghanistan, will never abandon our brothers and friends who can still survive on the battlefield! ”

His hands were big and warm, and the thick calluses gently rubbed against everyone's forehead, bringing out a tingling and itching feeling, and bringing everyone a sense of security. The sick people all looked at the old man, and they all nodded vigorously, and in the sincere smiles and whispers of the Afghan guerrillas, they felt the humidity and freshness brought to them by the sheepskin, the discomfort brought to them by the changeable climate of the desert, and the nervousness of being a burden to their teammates and afraid of being abandoned, which was greatly alleviated for a while. Almost every patient had a smile of relief and joy on their faces.

Twisted his kettle and fed his precious fresh water to the sick ones, but after a round of feeding, the Afghan guerrilla leader shook his kettle with a puzzled look on his face, because the kettle was almost the same weight. He looked at the sick people who subconsciously stretched out their tongues and licked the water droplets on their lips, the faces of the Afghan guerrillas who had been baptized by wind and moon for a long time were trembling slightly, and even in his yellow eyes, there were a few points of crystal water that kept beating, and he suddenly stretched out his big hand, and hugged the sick number that had lost the ability to walk and had to be carried by his partners on a stretcher in his arms. He kept hugging everyone, and he exclaimed: "You are all good warriors, you are all good children of Allah, you are all messengers of Allah, even Muhammad will be proud of you!" Our God, our people, our brothers and sisters, will be proud of you! ”

Although few of these sick people could understand the words of the old guerrilla leader, but at this time, everyone's eyes were shining, and when they were tightly hugged by this old man in a wide and powerful embrace, they subconsciously stretched out their hands and hugged the waist of the Afghan guerrilla leader tightly, even they didn't know it, they were subconsciously eager to be hugged by this old man for a while, and draw a little more warmth from him.

Is it because the loving light in this old man's eyes reminds them of their equally old father, and of their home, which is not rich, but warm? Or is it because of this old man's ardent passion that has gone through countless tests of war and has learned to ignore his own life, but still respects his brothers and friends around him, and hopes to lead each of them to defeat the desert and defeat death?

The group of fighters and children who had lost their strength gathered around the Afghan guerrillas, pointing to the kettle in the Afghan guerrilla's hand and pointing at the Afghan guerrilla's mouth, and they were all making the same gesture over and over again. The Afghan guerrilla leader laughed, he really laughed, he twisted his jug again, and just as he brought the jug to his mouth, ready to pour precious fresh water into his thirsty throat, he suddenly heard an irrepressible scream, followed by screams and moans.

"Bang!"

As soon as the Afghan partisan captain let go of his hand, the victorious object he had snatched from the Soviet army, the Russian military kettle that had accompanied him for more than ten years in his combat career, fell to the ground. The Russian military kettle with the lid twisted open lies horizontally on the uneven desert, and precious fresh water, which represents life and hope, flows out of the mouth of the kettle.

But the Afghan guerrilla leader did not bend down to pick up his water bottle, he just stood there stupidly, stupidly, and once again hot tears poured out of his eyes. This Afghan guerrilla commander who thought that he was accustomed to life and death and would never be moved on the battlefield again, this old soldier who had reached the age of sixty and should have stayed at home to enjoy his old age, at this moment, he finally cried!

He couldn't help but cry!

His children, the dozen or so Afghan guerrillas he led, except for the two elders, who were ready to leave fresh water when it was most needed, and squeezed all the fresh water they had just collected into their own kettles, the other guerrillas poured blood on the desert where they collected fresh water, they kept struggling and moaning, they were rolling on the desert in pain, at this time, these members who had followed the captain of the Afghan guerrillas for at least four or five years, looked at their captain with desperate eyes. They pointed to their throats, and they fought to open their mouths wide to say something, but at this time, they could no longer utter a word except for some terrible howls that were not in any way human!

They were poisoned, they were all poisoned!

Among them is the "Holy War No. 1" poison that everyone in this pursuing force is all too familiar with!

Looking at these Afghan guerrillas who were constantly struggling on the ground and constantly moaning in pain, everyone was stunned and stupid. How they were poisoned,! But one thing is very clear to everyone, that is, these dozen or so Afghan guerrillas with rich knowledge of desert survival and rich experience in war are all dead!

"Poof......!"

"Poof......!"

Two veterans of the Afghan guerrillas pulled out their daggers together, fighters of Allah, believers of Allah will not commit suicide, and they at the same time pierced the daggers into the chests of brothers who once fought side by side on the battlefield, once faced Soviet aerial bombardment together, laughed together in the carpet intensive shelling of Soviet heavy artillery, and sang war songs without regrets in their hearts!

Blood suddenly burst out of their chests together, these two comrades-in-arms and brothers who shared life and death, they stretched out their hands together to hold each other in their arms, in the last seconds of this life, they suddenly spit out a long breath, and what came out was their last words left in this world: "Good brother!" In the next life, we will be brothers together! ”

These two Afghan guerrillas, they hugged each other tightly, and at this time, a smile of no regrets actually appeared on their faces, and they were finally relieved! At this time, they can still pull out their daggers and stab them in the chest of their brothers, what a precious friendship it is?!

The Afghan guerrilla leader gently wiped the tears from his eyes, and he walked up to the group of brothers step by step, leaving behind him only a Russian military water bottle that was still flowing fresh water.

The Afghan guerrilla leader, who had taken a heavy machine gun from a Chechen [***] soldier, inhaled softly, tears the size of his beans rolling down the corners of his eyes, sliding over his dry face, and falling heavily into the dry desert beneath their feet, leaving only a small mark.

"Whoa......

The Afghan guerrilla leader pulled up the bolt of his heavy machine gun, and he looked with tears in his eyes at the brothers, subordinates, friends and children who had survived countless bloody battles with him, but finally died in a seemingly overwhelming pursuit battle.

"Ahmed, our Afghan hero in the fight against Soviet thugs. Shah. Massoud is standing in the Kingdom of Heaven, watching us right next to Allah, who is opening his strong arms and hands, waiting for us who come after him! ”

The Afghan guerrilla captain raised his head high, and he hissed and cried: "How pitiful we are compared to those who sacrificed for their faith, for dignity and honor." I bless you and I envy you! Children, comrades-in-arms...... Bye! ”

"Da Da Da ......"

The unique dull roar of the heavy machine gun sounded in this great desert known as the cliff of life, the bolt of the heavy machine gun bounced up again and again and fell again and again, the yellow bullet shells rolled in the air one by one, bouncing, pulling out beautiful small arcs, and finally sighed and fell in the desert without any life, and what fell together was the big muddy tears of the Afghan guerrilla leader!

When the roar of the heavy machine guns finally stopped, leaving only the aftermath that still reverberated between the sky and the earth, and only the thick smell of gunpowder in the air, the Afghan guerrilla leaders threw off the heavy machine guns in their hands, pointed to the place where the Afghan guerrillas were collecting fresh water, and hissed: "Dig for me!" I want to see how those two devils poisoned them, and I want to see how they killed the children and warriors of Allah! ”

The two remaining Afghan guerrillas responded in unison, grabbing their shovels and before they could get to work, the Afghan guerrilla leader suddenly heard another groan behind him.

It's the sick ones who rest in sheepskin!

(To be continued)