Afghanistan is composed of nearly 300 tribes, large and small, the largest is the Pashtun, down is the Tajik, historically, these tribes, there are all kinds of grievances, ignorance, backwardness is the root of tribal contradictions.

In the northern part of Jalalabad, where the population of the Pashtuns is not large, and the Tajiks are the majority, these people formed a guerrilla group, and they were going to do a big job, but they found that they could not even eat enough, and they lacked weapons and ammunition, and they were simply not capable of fighting a tough battle.

But the Pashtun guys actually went to Jalalabad and blew up the airfield! Dozens of planes were blown up, hundreds of Soviets were killed! With this credit, the guerrillas around them couldn't raise their heads at all!

There was a hint of vinegar in these words, as if the woman he loved had been snatched away, and James had planned to let them lead the way for him to find Mhammad, but now, it seems, that idea has been shattered.

If he had brought up Mhammad, he might have been kicked out of the cave by now.

"Your Excellency Yama, we also want a heavy machine gun." "If we have a heavy machine gun on a hill and we can fight both planes and armored vehicles, we will not have enough confidence to fight the Soviets!" ”

Listening to Lammelle's words, James couldn't help but have a word in his heart, idiot, do you think a heavy machine gun can solve the Hind? No wonder you haven't had much success!

James had a smile on his face: "Okay, I'll apply to the top." ”

The atmosphere of chatting in the cave was quite friendly, and at this time, the sky was about to dawn.

Now is the time when a person is most sleepy, the soldier guarding the AKM automatic rifle outside, feeling that his eyelids are fighting a little, he closed his eyes, and when he wanted to open them again, he couldn't open them.

There was already a snoring sound coming from his nose, and he was so tired.

He didn't notice that beside him, a ball of snow, was slowly moving towards him, and the snow was getting closer and closer, and closer and closer, until it suddenly changed shape to his side, and stretched out two hands, holding a shining saber in his right hand, and his left hand violently covering his mouth from behind.

Blood flowed from his neck, and red-hot blood spurted out, staining the nearby ground red.

His body twitched twice, and then he stood still.

Kryshevich rubbed his saber twice on the man's body, wiped the blood off it, and put it back on his waist.

Behind, dozens of snow clusters followed.

There are no other sentinels around, and the vigilance of this guerrilla force is really poor!

Although it is still a little strange that the donkeys carrying the goods were not seen, could it be that after the transportation was completed, they were sent to the homes of the locals?

No matter how many things it is, in short, I followed the guerrilla and found this place, this cave looks not small, it should be the station of the guerrillas.

Well, the next task is to eliminate the guerrillas here!

Split into two teams and stand on either side of the hole, Gilkochagin made a gesture to Kryshevich.

Kryshevich took a grenade from his body, pulled the tab, and threw it in.

"Your Excellency James, we also want to go to Peshawar for military training, can you contact the Islamic League of Mujahideen in Afghanistan?" Lamal continued to ask James.

Sure enough, it was a small guerrilla without organization, and James was about to answer when he suddenly heard a small voice.

"Boom."

It's the sound of something thrown in from the outside! James was suddenly frightened, almost without thinking about it, and James immediately shouted: "Lie down!" ”

The cave was too small, and the explosion of a grenade could kill and injure many people, and James buckled the cauldron next to him to his body at the moment of lying down.

Lie down? Before Lamal could react, suddenly, a huge fireball appeared, followed by a deafening explosion.

"Boom!" With the sound of the explosion, countless fragments flew in, and the surrounding guerrillas suddenly screamed in bursts.

And that's just the beginning.

When the explosion sounded, an even more terrifying sound came from outside.

"Da-da-da, da-da-da." With the sound of gunfire, several Soviet soldiers, their AK74 rifles already turned into bursts, immediately and unceremoniously opened fire wherever they could see people.

Kill, kill all these guerrillas! The Soviets did not have the slightest mercy.

Victory came too easily, and when Gilkochagin walked into the cave, he saw corpses all around, except for one partisan, who was wearing Soviet military boots and carrying a pistol, like a leader.

At this time, he was hit by a piece of shrapnel in his arm, and he was still trembling and wanted to pull out his pistol.

"Tom." Jir Kochagin kicked the guy down and stomped the wound with his foot.

"Ahh Suddenly there was a scream from Lammelle.

"Where is Mhammad?" Gil Kochagin asked Ramal, who was in pain.

"I don't know!" Lamal said.

"How could you not know?" Gil Kochagin asked, and at the same time, the pressure on his feet continued.

"He is a Pashtun guerrilla, we are Tajiks, we have never interacted with each other at all, how would I know!" Lamal said: "You Soviets who deserve hell, Allah will punish you!" The guerrillas of Hevaja will kill you! It is useless for you to kill me, my soul, will go to Allah. ”

"Okay, then I'll kill you!" Kryshevich took out his saber.

Gilkochagin stopped Kryshevich with his eyes, it was obvious that his side had attacked by mistake this time, and this was just a small partisan group, not Mhammad's one at all.

The guerrillas have dealings with each other, and to say that this guy does not know where Mahmad is, Gil Kochagin absolutely does not believe it.

And against the Afghan guerrillas, it is useless to torture them, these guys are die-hard elements, and only those experienced interrogators of the KGB, in a modern way, will pry their mouths open.

"Call the base, send a helicopter, Kryshevich, send an infantry squad to take him back for interrogation." Jir Kochagin said.

There was no more living mouth in the cave, and Gil Kocha King Kong wanted to order a retreat, but suddenly saw the cauldron on one side, and at this time, the cauldron trembled a little.

Gilkochagin made a gesture, and Kryshevich slowly touched it, jerking the cauldron open.

Below, it's a blue-eyed foreigner!

It turns out that there is a big fish here!

James had just taken refuge under this cauldron, thinking that he would be able to escape, and now, being held at gunpoint, James knew that he was about to enter another life, and was escorted away by them, sent to the KGB, sent to the Soviet Union, and until the end of the war, he was afraid that he would not return to the United States.

James did not have the courage to commit suicide.

"Take him back with you." "He must know more about the guerrillas of Mhammad," said Gil Kochakin. ”

Outside, the sky has brightened.

Hewaja looked at the white expanse around him, and looked at the two guerrillas who were returning on horseback.

"Why, haven't you found James yet?" Hewaja asked.

Yesterday, after walking for two hours, Hewaja felt that something was wrong, and it was dangerous to leave James there alone, so he immediately sent someone to look for it, who knows, only saw the traces of the burned fire, and James was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, Hewaja had an ominous premonition, the sky had begun to drift snowflakes, James must be lost!

That's it, I searched all night.

There was a sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and Hewaja looked at the people who were galloping towards him, none other than his own guerrillas, and the one leading the way was Mhammad.

Last night, Hewaja sent someone to send the news back at the same time, and Mhammad arrived overnight.

"What's going on?" Mhammad approached and asked Khwaja.

"Yesterday, James hit a pheasant, I had to roast and eat it at that time, I was in a hurry to transport these weapons, so I left James, he said that he knew the way, and as a result, I sent someone to look for it in the evening, but I never found it, James must have been lost."

If it's just getting lost, then it's okay to say, Mhammad frowned, and now, what Mhammad is most worried about is not getting lost.

"Hevaja, take these weapons and continue back to the station." Mhammad said that Khwaja had already delayed his time in order to find James, and he could not delay it any longer.

At the same time, Mhammad himself rode his horse and led more than 20 guerrillas behind him to continue the search to the north.

This is the range of activity of a Tajik guerrilla force, if it were not for the transport of weapons, Mhammad would not have come here, now, James is lost here, he should go to visit this guerrilla force, ask them to help find it, the terrain here, they are more familiar with it.

"Durani, do you know what is going on with the Tajik partisans nearby?" Mhammad asked Durrani beside him.

"Your Excellency Instructor, the scale of this guerrilla force is not large, only thirty people, and it has no weapons, it was established earlier than our guerrilla force, it has never fought any battles, it has no combat effectiveness, and the leader of this guerrilla force is called Lamal, and he has some contradictions with our Pashtuns, and he usually has no contacts." Durranny said.

After speaking, Durranny paused: "Instructor, do you want to incorporate this guerrilla force?" This Lamel is very stubborn, let's not bother with it. ”

Mhammad shook his head: "I just asked them to help find James." ”

Mhammad knows Durranny's thoughts, and the hostility between the tribes is very strong, regardless of whether or not this guerrilla force can be absorbed, once it is absorbed, Mhammad will completely teach those Tajiks those military knowledge, and in the future, once the Tajiks turn against them, they will become powerful enemies.

Only by resolving ethnic hatred and estrangement can Afghanistan truly become strong, otherwise, neither the Soviet Union nor the United States will treat Afghanistan as a pawn, and Afghanistan will never be at peace.

Now Mhammad has begun to lay out for the back.

After riding a horse and walking for a while, Mhammad suddenly pulled the horse with a solemn expression.

In the air, there was the smell of gunpowder smoke and the rich smell of blood.