As long as they can live, no one wants to do the work of their heads, and anyone who joins the partisans is someone who has relatives who died at the hands of the Soviets.

And Lamal's hatred was even deeper, more than thirty of his people, all of whom died overnight, were slaughtered by the Soviets! This revenge must be avenged by the living!

Whether it is the current Soviets or the Americans of later generations, they have fallen into the hands of the Afghan guerrillas, and their greatest wish is to lose their breath one minute earlier.

The war was cruel, didn't the Soviets still use tanks and completely crush their dead compatriots, who had not yet died, into pulp?

Hearing the mention of the person in his ear, Lamal felt the fire in his eyes, and suddenly it burst into flames.

With a smile, Osama handed Lamal a saber.

With his arm still bleeding, Lamal walked step by step towards the Soviet prisoner.

"James, it's great that you're alive." After killing the hind, Mhammad freed up his hand and said to James, who was covered in scars.

James's injuries were not serious, they were all bumped when he rolled down, and he looked at Mhammad and felt that he couldn't lift his head.

If it weren't for the greedy eating of that chicken, how could there be the current result, thinking of this, James was annoyed.

"James, thank you for your resourcefulness and bravery." "You found out that the Soviets were following behind, and you took them elsewhere to protect the safety of our transports, and I will report this to the higher-ups," Mhammad said. ”

As soon as these words came out, James's face suddenly became excited.

James killed chickens and roasted chickens, all in order to hinder the Soviets behind, and he also took the Soviets into the mountains and completed these things alone, which is really heroic! James immediately became complacent.

"Not exactly." James's cheeks have not yet been tempered to be particularly thick, and now when he heard Mhammad say this, he also smiled wryly: "The Soviets came to a company, and we couldn't resist it at all, and they also killed an innocent guerrilla." ”

The Soviets who came to the mountains this time were definitely not just the dozen or so people, just look at the footprints on the other side of the cave, and Mhammad knew that there were still a large number of Soviets nearby.

The battle here was fought very quickly, and it was over in less than five minutes in total, but the movement was not small, especially the Hind that was still burning, the sound of the explosion could be heard for dozens of miles around, and the rest of the Soviets might be arriving quickly.

"Take the captives and prepare to retreat." Now, Mhammad said, there is no need to entangle with the Soviets' large forces, it is better to go back and see what good things the Americans have sent them, and to install those rocket launchers, the Soviets have been wandering in the mountains for a few days, and they can't find the target, so they should go back.

At this time, Mhammad did not fall in love with the war, his mind was on those equipment.

No sooner had Mhammad given the order than he heard a scream from the captive.

The sound was so tragic, so loud that it seemed to be able to reach the whole Pamirs.

What's the situation? Mhammad walked a few quick steps and came to a circle surrounded by guerrillas.

I saw that the Soviet prisoner was lying on the ground, his hands and feet were tied, and at this time, the center of the belly had been cut open, and along this opening, Lamel, who had just been rescued, was constantly pulling up the skin and cutting it inside with a saber, and with his skillful movements, the flesh was gradually being peeled off, which was no different from peeling a sheep.

The cries of the Soviet prisoners became more and more miserable, and he struggled incessantly, being trampled by several partisans.

What is this for? Mhammad's face turned black suddenly, the Geneva Convention, prisoners cannot be mistreated like this, this thought just flashed in his mind, and Mhammad heard the words of the guerrillas around him.

"Peel, peel him! Back then, the Soviet devils entered the city and raped how many of our women! ”

"Yes, the elders of the village were all killed by hanging from a tree!"

"Peel him and hang him up a tree!" Another voice: "Avenge our dead!" ”

One indignant voice after another, Mhammad knew that he could not stop such an act from happening.

Half of his belly was peeled off, and Lamal looked at the Soviet prisoner, who was almost dying, and said, "Feed him some water, don't let him faint." ”

If you faint, you won't be able to experience the pain, and only by keeping the Soviet prisoner awake can you experience such pain!

The water in the kettle was frozen and there was snow all around, and one of the guerrillas grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into the captive's mouth, and the cold snow stimulated him and woke him up again.

There was no sound in his throat, he was already hoarse, and now, his greatest wish was to die a minute earlier.

"Herman, return to the garrison at once, leaving twenty men to guard the garrison, and the rest are lying in ambush on the high mountains on both sides of the Three Mile Bay. In the middle of the valley, S-shaped mines. Mhammad said to one of the guerrillas on the periphery.

"Yes." Herman took one last look at the still skinning scene and got on his horse.

This incident will anger the Soviets, and the enraged Soviets will be very terrible, and at the same time they will make mistakes, and such mistakes will be keenly grasped by Mhammad.

Just now they were too careful, since the Soviets are here, then simply don't leave and leave them all here! Isn't it just a company, more than a hundred people, and its own guerrillas, there are also more than a hundred people, a beautiful ambush, can kill all these Soviets!

The partisans in Afghanistan are venting their anger in their hearts, the Soviets are Satan, they are the aggressors!

Poor Askov, the skin of his entire chest was peeled off, and the blood flowed into the snow around him, and quickly coagulated, and this pain and coldness made him unusually awake, and he could not die for a moment, so he could clearly hear the sound of the knife cutting his skin, and his eyes gradually became trance.

Mhamad remained quietly, looking into the distance, knowing that the Soviets would soon arrive.

Turning his head again, he saw that Osama was outside the crowd, extremely quiet, and Mhammad suddenly remembered that when he was communicating with James, Osama was with Lamal.

Ramal was able to do this, all because of Osama's encouragement! In an instant, the idea crossed Mhammad's head.

In Osama's bones, there is a kind of rebellion and cold-bloodedness, he doesn't take killing people seriously, he doesn't take people's lives seriously, which is also a kind of character reason why he can launch suicide attacks.

By now, Osama has already expressed this character.

Thinking of Osama, Mhammad finally had a headache, this guy, if used well, is a sharp murderous knife, if he doesn't use it well, he may bring trouble to himself.

Seeing that Mhammad was looking at him, Osama couldn't help but show a harmless expression, pointed to the Soviet prisoner on the ground, and made a gesture.

Kill him directly, it's too cheap, Mhammad knows what Osama means, just like that, it's too bloody and brutal.

At this moment, the expression on Mhammad's face became stern again.

"Get on your horse and retreat!" Mhammad shouted.

"Yes." After months of training, the guerrillas had been able to observe strict discipline, obey orders and follow orders, and now they were watching at once, and now they immediately ran quickly to their horses and turned over.

When they came, each had a war horse, and now, there were two more than Lamel and James.

Mhammad put James on his horse, and Osama walked towards Lamale.

Lamel was still carrying out his movements very carefully, the saber in his hand was slashing smoothly, the tip of the knife did not break the skin, and the skin peeled off this time was very complete.

He did not hear orders from Mhammad.

"Lamale, it's time to go, the Soviets are coming up!" Osama shouted, and at this time, at one end of the valley, the figure of the Soviets had already appeared.

"It's not done yet." Ramal said, continuing to raise his knife.

"Wouldn't it be better to let him do this?" Osama said: "Let the Soviets know what will happen to their invasion of us, will you stay here and wait for death, or will you follow us to fight the Soviets?" ”

Follow you? Lamal originally had prejudices against the Pashtun guerrillas, but after seeing the methods of these people and the crash of the hind helicopter, Lamal's heart was slowly changing.

No matter what ethnic group they are, as long as they can fight the Soviets, they are heroes!

Finally, Lamal stood up, leaving the Soviet captive, covered in blood, on the same horse as Osama.

The crisp sound of gunfire came, and the Soviets were already firing from a distance.

Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and their bullets did not hit the riders, but only saw the horses' hooves on the snow, moving quickly in the other direction.

Jill Kochagin looked ugly.

When he heard a violent explosion in the distance, Gil Kochagin knew that the Afghan guerrillas had appeared, at this time, he was still a little excited, the Afghan guerrillas were hiding, and it was not easy to find them, and now, they actually took the initiative to appear, which was a good opportunity to encircle and annihilate them!

However, when he arrived with people, he had some foreboding, and the soldiers of his infantry squad all died on the hillside.

Without any tactics, Gilkochagin rushed up with his men, and the guerrillas fled, leaving a skinned soldier on the ground.

Squad leader Askov.

Askov at this time was not dead, but the skin of his entire upper body was peeled off, he was alive, it was more painful than death, even if he was brought back and sent to the hospital, he would not be able to save Askov's life.

Jir Kochagin looked at Askov's mouth shape, help me! Help me!

Jir Kochagin raised his gun.

"Dah." AK-74 made a crisp noise, and Askov was relieved.

"Kill all these Afghan guerrillas!" Jir Kochagin shouted, and the voice echoed throughout the valley.