"You're looking for the wrong thing." The bearded man said to the other party: "My name is not Khaled, my name is Mushaf, I am from Kandahar." ”

"Hmph, Khaled, save these words for you when you go back to Kabul." The leader of the squad said, he picked up the medical box next to him, and from the mezzanine inside, he pulled out a pistol: "Kandahar? What's up with this pistol? ”

The bearded man's face suddenly changed, and he wanted to resist, but his two arms had been pressed by the Soviet soldier, and another soldier came up and smashed the beard's back with the butt of his gun.

"Let's go!" The squad leader said.

The bearded man was escorted, walked out of the room, and was escorted into the car.

The squad leader came out of the house and walked towards the car, but he saw several Afghan residents around him, who were slowly approaching.

"They took Dr. Mushaf!" An Afghan resident shouted.

"What did Dr. Mushaf do wrong? Why arrest him? Another Afghan resident shouted.

"Let go of Dr. Mushaf!" Another voice.

The crowd slowly gathered around.

In the past, the residents of Astana were sick and could only survive by themselves, and they really couldn't go to other places to find doctors, and when this Dr. Mushav came here, they helped them see a doctor, and only charged a small fee, they were very grateful to Dr. Mushaf, and now, seeing these vicious Soviet soldiers capture Dr. Mushav. They were already a little disgusted with the Soviets, and now, they immediately spontaneously stood in front of the truck and shouted at the Soviets.

"He's our prisoner, who escaped from the Kabul hospital." The Soviet squad leader shouted: "You guys get out of the way immediately, or else." Accomplices of traitors! ”

The Soviet squad leader looked at the growing number of residents in front of him, and felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"Dr. Mushaf is not a prisoner, let him go!" In the crowd, a man shouted.

Then, everyone else shouted: "Dr. Mushaf is not a prisoner, let him go!" ”

Harid's eyes were a little moist, these villagers were very sincere, and he had established a deep relationship with them in just a few months after he had been here. Now, even more at the risk of being shot by the Soviets, they stand here in solidarity with themselves.

"If you don't get out of the way, you're a guerrilla!" The Soviet squad leader shouted, he picked up his RPK machine gun, pointed it to the sky, and pulled the trigger.

"Da Da ...", the Soviet squad leader hoped that the gunfire would scare off the residents here. However, I didn't think of it. Instead of retreating, the inhabitants cast a fierce gaze at him.

"Soviet devils, get out of Afghanistan!" Suddenly there was another voice.

Hearing this voice, the Soviet squad leader's face suddenly changed, and he looked at the crowd, trying to find out who was shouting like this.

"Soviet devils. Get out of Afghanistan! More people shouted.

"Drive!" The Soviet squad leader shouted, he poked his head out from the side of the cab and pointed his gun in front of him, and whoever dared to block it again would be killed! Who dares to shout again. Then shoot whom!

"Boom, boom." The driver stepped on the accelerator, and the off-road truck roared a few times, and then, rushing forward.

The crowd suddenly became chaotic and dodged a way, and the Soviet squad leader was a little proud, these Afghans were still afraid of death.

The vehicle continued to move forward, and before it had gone five meters, suddenly, the body began to tilt.

The squad leader poked back, only to see countless Afghans, concentrated on the side of the truck, while following the truck, while stretching out their hands, carrying the side of the truck, actually forced the truck up.

Worst!

When one side is lifted, the driver hits the accelerator again, and only the wheels on this side are idling, and the tires on the other side are no longer moving.

"One, two, three." The Afghans shouted slogans, and more people joined in, and forcibly lifted the multi-ton truck, relying on manpower, and then, lifting higher and higher, this posture was to overturn the truck violently.

The Soviet squad leader was suddenly in a hurry, leaned out half of his body from the cab, and with an RPK machine gun, he was about to shoot at the crowd carrying the car, these people are now a complete riot and must be suppressed!

"Dah." Just before the Soviet squad leader pulled the trigger, there was a crisp sound in the distance, and a bloody hole appeared in his head, and his body rested on the car door.

The driver on the other side was suddenly startled and wanted to pick up the AK-74 rifle on the side, but another bullet flew in, his hand weakened and he lay on the steering wheel.

"Boom." The truck was pushed ninety degrees and overturned on the spot, and the cargo box behind it was with a shed, and from behind the canopy, several Soviet soldiers climbed out, and the overturned just momentary made them a little dizzy.

As soon as they came out, the gun they were carrying was taken away, and then, they felt that on their bodies, countless fists slammed into their bodies, and barefoot girls kicked on them, and they couldn't help but hold their heads and scream.

"Doctor Harid!" Two Afghans took Mushaf inside and led him out, leaving behind the chaos as they emerged from the crowd and headed deeper into the streets of Astana.

"Who are you?" Dr. Khalid asked.

"We are guerrillas, and we are here to pick you up." "We have a guerrilla who is seriously injured and in urgent need of surgery," Muhammad said. ”

The qiē just now was all arranged by Mhammad, and when Mhammad found the Soviet military vehicles parked at the door, he knew that the situation was not good.

If the gun was used immediately, not only might it not be possible to save Khalid, but the Soviets could also kill Khalid first in the tense firefight, so Khamad simply mobilized the masses.

The power of the masses is endless, and in this case, the Soviets did not dare to massacre on a large scale, and Mhammad shouted in the crowd, leading them to confront the Soviet military vehicles, and originally Khalid was loved by the people here, and now when they saw that Khalid was going to be taken away, the people were immediately angry.

At the same time, Mhammad had Hevaja ambushed in the distance, and if the Soviets made any moves, he would use accurate sniping to take them out.

Now, successfully rescued Harid.

Hearing Mhammad's words, Khalid immediately said, "Where? ”

In Kabul, he was a trainee doctor, and he was very dissatisfied with the Soviets' invasion of his country, but he was only a doctor and could not take up arms to fight, so he decided to go to the mountains here to help the guerrillas after joining forces with the Crescent Moon.

The medical kit, when he had just rescued Harid, was snatched by Osama and carried on his back, and now, he rescued Harlid and waited to rush back to save Fahim.

"In the mountains to the north." "We have to be fast, he was hit by a dozen shrapnel in his body, and he couldn't hold out for long," Mhammad said. ”

"Okay." Khalid said, feeling a little excited to finally meet the guerrillas, and when he had just been captured by the Soviets, he thought he would never be able to achieve his ideals again.

The three of them had just run a few steps when they saw two soldiers wearing brown government uniforms at the corner of the street.

Worst! In an instant, Mhammad raised his gun, this is the only passage, it must be passed from here, the narrow road meets, the brave wins!

"Don't shoot." At this time, Osama on the side hurriedly said: "They are from the service camp. ”

These two government soldiers did not appear here by chance, they came specifically to wait for Osama.

As soon as the two appeared, they saw Mhammad raise his gun, and they were immediately shocked, if Mhammad shot at them, he would be injured by mistake.

Fortunately, Mhammad heard Osama's words, and then put down the gun, and he still trusted Osama very much, and there was no hostility towards the two people opposite.

"Aboud, al-Farabi." Osama shouted to the two.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." The two of them said to Osama, smiling.

Carrying a box in his hand, Aboud said, "It's full of medicines, and I hope Dr. Khalid can use them." ”

"It's very safe at the front, and everyone is going to keep the riot in order." Farabi said.

"This is His Excellency Mhammad, the hero I followed to fight the Soviets." Osama proudly introduced the two.

"Your Excellency Mhammad, we admire your name very much, if it weren't for the service battalion, we would have followed you to kill the Soviets." Aboud said.

There were people in the service battalion who were on errand in the government army, and Mhammad remembered that with the funding of Osama, Dana had established an intelligence agency in Jalalabad, and Osama's own service battalion had also changed its role and had the ability of an intelligence agency.

"We must keep our residents safe." Mhammad said to the two. The riots were started by Mhammad, and those were innocent civilians who could not be harmed by the Soviets.

"Please rest assured, most of the government troops only listen to half of the orders of the Soviets, and the government troops here and many others have already gone out from here, and they will not kill their relatives." "We are now doing ideological work to win this government army uprising," Aboud said. ”

With a smile on his face, Muhammad said, "Allah is guiding them to the right path." ”

Time was pressing, and after only a few hurried words, Hevaja in the back followed and ran out of the small town of Astana together. (To be continued......)

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