The guerrillas were highly motivated, and under the leadership of Mhammad, they continued to win battles. Just now, he shot down the invincible helicopter, which was the most exciting, and he admired Mhammad in every way. Even Hewaja was completely convinced of this person, he was indeed an instructor from the regular army, much more capable than himself, and what he was best at was sniping, not commanding this guerrilla force.

Now, having heard the order of Mhammad, all the guerrillas ran towards the truck, even if they were carrying heavy machine guns, and at this time there was wind under their feet.

Mhammad knew that the danger had not yet been lifted, and that if the Soviets came again, he could not guarantee that they would be able to shoot down again, and that if the helicopters covered the area with rockets, none of them would be able to escape.

Moreover, the ground forces of the Soviets must be coming at a rapid pace.

"Buzz, buzz." After Mhammad jumped into the truck, he immediately started the car, and as the motor turned, the engine of Kamaz was started by Mhammad.

"Shall we just pour it out?" Khwaja, who was in the passenger seat, asked Mhammad.

There is no road ahead, and you can't turn around, and there is no other way than to pour it out directly.

Now, Hewaja admires Mhammad very much, not to mention fighting, just simply take a car as an example, they are all good hands, many old drivers who have been driving, I am afraid that they are not as skilled as Mhammad, others pour more than 100 meters, maybe it is very difficult, but, for Mhammad, that is a small meaning.

"Nope." As he spoke, Mhammad stepped on the clutch and pulled the gear lever back into reverse gear. With the roar of the engine, the huge truck, retreated.

Hearing Mhammad's words, Khwaja was a little strange, didn't he fall backwards? Why do you have to fall backwards now?

Mhammad didn't have time to deal with Hewaja, at this time, there was no one to give him instructions to reverse the car, he himself had to reverse the car as much as he could, he was highly focused, looking at the huge mirrors on both sides, and at the same time, his hands kept fiddling with the steering wheel, almost as fast as when he first came, and Kamaz skillfully retreated more than thirty meters.

"Flutter!" Mhammad slammed on the brakes, then pushed the gear lever forward and put the start gear in gear, while turning the steering wheel full to the right.

There is no way out of doubt, and there is another village in the willows and flowers, and Mhammad remembered this sentence of the great country in the east in his heart. Just now, I panicked and walked towards the front, but it was a dead end, and on the right, you can actually go out.

Hewaja also saw clearly, just now Mahmad was right, but he had to reverse first, after all, there was no road in front of him, after reversing, then drive to the right, in this way, maybe he would throw off the pursuers.

However, if you go to the right, you will come to another mountain road, so when you go back, I am afraid that it will take a little more time.

Now, it's getting dark, and as long as you stay up until dark, you'll be much safer.

"Instructor, what if there are trees in front of us blocking our way?" Hewaja asked.

Although it seems that the front can be passed, in the woods, driving such a big truck, it is already very lucky to be able to drive just a hundred meters, and now, Hevaja really does not have the confidence to be able to pass completely.

"If there is an obstacle, we will bypass it, but it really can't be done, we just bump, even if we bang, we have to open a way." Mhammad said.

Opening roads in the mountains and building bridges in the water, Mhammad is determined to take this road.

Because, when the helicopter discovered their whereabouts just now, it was possible to report their whereabouts to their superiors, so that it is very likely that there were already Soviet soldiers ambushed there on the road ahead.

Only by taking another road can it be absolutely safe, and in the shortest possible time, run back to the mountains and join the team of more than a dozen people who went back early.

Although the truck could not drive to the guerrilla base in the end, it could have been hidden first, and then the weapons could be calmly moved into the mountains.

With this truckload of weapons and ammunition, at least for a few months, there will be no need to worry about supplies.

Almost all of these ideas of Mhammad came up suddenly in the middle of the battle, or, without thinking, these ideas came out of their own.

Mhammad was born to fight war, and now, he seems to have more sensitive facial features, as if he can smell fighter planes.

"Quick, fold up the mirror." With a shout, Mhammad stretched his arm out of the glass and snapped the mirror back with agility.

Military vehicles are mainly simple and practical, so the glass of military vehicles is not something that can be shaken down, but a push-pull type, and Mhammad stretched out his hand from the glass window very skillfully. However, Khwaja was slow.

"Whoa." The mirror on the right side was immediately hung by the trunk on one side, but the one on the side of Muhammad was fortunately intact.

The path that I just passed through could only allow the front of the car to enter, and the carriage behind it was a little wider.

Mhammad did not hesitate, stepped on the accelerator under his feet, and stepped on the bottom.

"Boom, boom." With black smoke, Kamath swept between the two trees, and the body collided with the trunk, and the sturdy Kamath only rubbed off some of the paint, and behind it, countless bark, branches, and leaves fell to the ground.

With the lesson just learned, the guerrillas in the carriage behind them all clung to the handrails in the carriage, and as the carriage jolted, they listened to the sound of broken branches outside, and their faces were still smiling, as if they were riding a donkey cart to catch a market. They are all confident that under the guidance of the instructor, they will definitely escape safely.

Durani's face was even more excited, they were now sitting under their butts, but they were all weapons, ammunition and food, the guerrillas made a lot of money by attacking the outpost this time!

Darkness gradually enveloped the land, and Kamath was enveloped by it.

The woods, long gone, are now walking on a mountain road, but the road is getting harder and harder, and soon, it will not be possible to get the truck through.

Mhammad's eyes were preoccupied, driving in the dark was already very dangerous, and he couldn't turn on his lights, and he didn't have night vision devices to use, so he could only drive forward vaguely with the dim starlight, and the speed of the car slowed down.

"Instructor, in front of us is the village of Goster, we have two guerrillas, both of whom are from this village, and they should be relatively safe." Hewaja said.

Now, Hewaja's attitude towards Mhammad has completely changed, and he was still a little unruly before, and now, he worships Mhammad in the same way.

"Can we mobilize the people in this village and ask them to help us carry the contents of the car to the mountains overnight?" Mhammad asked.

Mhammad knew that although the guerrillas were very brave, it was still far from enough to carry these heavy ammunition, and the most important thing was to take advantage of the darkness to transport the ammunition to the mountains, otherwise, when it was dawn, he would be discovered by the helicopter overhead.

Moreover, during the war in Afghanistan, the local natives were very welcome to the partisans, after all, the Soviets were invaders.

Therefore, now the only way to do this is to mobilize the masses and ask them to help carry the ammunition in order to transport this batch of ammunition back to the base as much as possible.

"No problem." Hewaja said.

"Flutter!" With the sound of the brakes, Kamath finally stopped in front of the village called Goster, and further on, the road was no longer wide enough for Kamath to enter the mountains.

"Aga, Hadim, you two, follow me into the village." Hewaja jumped out of the car and said to the people behind him.

These two people are the people of the village that Hewaja is talking about.

After a bumpy ride, the partisans jumped out of the car one after another, but in the carriage, at most, they could see the dust rising from behind, and it was not clear where they went.

Aga and Hadim, hearing Hewaja calling him, jumped down and immediately ran towards Hewaja.

"Go, follow me into the village and see the elders." Hewaja said.

See the Elders? Hearing Hewaja say this, the two of them were at first, what elder? After a closer look, the surrounding environment was so familiar, and I was overjoyed, it turned out that I was going home!

"Rest in place, Duranney, open two cans, one for each person, and fill your hunger first." Mhammad said.

After his truck entered the outpost, he also moved all the things in the outpost, but fortunately, when he came, the truck was not fully loaded for ease of movement, so it was loaded with more things now.

In addition to ammunition, there was also food, for example, and Mhammad knew it was canned fish just by looking at the words on the outer packaging.

Although not the canned beef that Mhammad was looking for, fish is also a good food to satisfy hunger, and it is hungry tolerant.

"Yes." Hearing Mhammad's words, Durrani jumped into the truck with joy and moved the box out.

At this time, Mhammad was not in the mood to eat, he was thinking about what Hewaja had just said, go to this village, and go to the elders first.

One of the reasons for the frequent wars and turmoil in Afghanistan in later generations and the inability to control the situation at all is that there are many tribes in Afghanistan.

It is not only the differences between ethnic groups, but also the Pashtuns, Tajiks, Uzbeks, Kazakhs, Nuristans, and Balochs in Afghanistan, and there are contradictions between these ethnic groups. Moreover, although the Pashtuns make up the majority of the population, this ethnic group is made up of two major factions that are hostile to each other.

Moreover, each tribe was divided into multiple tribes, and there were cooperation and disputes among themselves.

After these few days, Mhammad's understanding of Afghanistan has advanced to another level, he comes from later generations and knows that driving out the Soviets is an inevitable result. But after driving out the Soviets, was Afghanistan too peaceful?

No! The war has filled the people of this country with distrust with each other, and full of ideas for power, weapons everywhere, gunfire everywhere, and finally, this country, a country that has suffered many disasters in history, has been crying in the flames of war...

Mhammad has crossed over here, and after the test of the war in the past few days, he has linked his fate with this place.

Can Afghanistan become the place where future generations will never stop in the flames of war? The place where the perverse regime of the Taliban was brewed?

No! Mhammad told himself in his heart that he absolutely not!