Run, keep running, the Soviets behind keep chasing, and the people around Massoud are constantly decreasing.

Massoud had long regretted that if he had obeyed Mahmad's advice and given up attacking Jalalabad, there would have been no passive situation now, which was simply a trap, a trap waiting for the guerrillas to jump into.

In the mountains, the guerrillas led by Massoud were like fish in water, but here, it was completely different, it was completely the world of the Soviets, the sound of the hind overhead, the pursuit of armored vehicles and infantry behind them, as if a big mouth was pouring out and eating Massoud's people bite by bite.

"Da-da-da-da." Followed by another shuttle of bullets, Massoud jumped wolfly, hid behind a big tree next to him, and looked at the Soviet soldiers who were getting closer and closer, and Massoud knew that his last moment had come.

Since he chose to fight, the ending is doomed, let's die in battle, Massoud thought of this, but he was no longer afraid.

He picked up his AK-74 rifle and fired it at three o'clock, and a Soviet soldier who had caught up with him on the other side fell down.

Killing one is enough, killing two earns one! Massoud again aimed for the next one.

Before he could pull the trigger, he saw the Soviet soldier suddenly be shot in the chest and fall backwards.

"Da-da, da-da-da." At this moment, gunshots rang out on the roofs on both sides, and the Soviet soldiers who were chasing after them instantly fell into the intersection of fire, and fell down one by one screaming, and the Soviet soldiers behind quickly retreated, using armored vehicles as cover, and shot at the roofs on both sides.

In the sky, a hind was flying rapidly, looking at the battlefield here, and the helicopter pilot adjusted his weapon to the machine gun. Prepare to shoot the partisans on the roof with machine guns.

Although there are still residents of Jalalabad under the houses, if they continue to shoot like this, the residents will be harmed, and the Soviets can't care so much, anyway, there are Afghans living there.

The machine-gun turret in the hind's jaw turned, and the helicopter pilot prepared to press the button. At this moment, the weapons operator in the front compartment shouted: "Quick, pull up, in the direction of nine o'clock, portable missiles!" ”

After being fooled several times, the Soviets finally found out that the Americans had brought their Stinger missiles to Afghanistan, and the first few Hinds crashed. All because they were shot down by Stinger missiles!

Now, the weapon operator can clearly see that on the top of a civilian house at nine o'clock, a partisan is carrying a long thing, aiming quickly, and then firing, it is definitely not an ordinary RPG!

The slow-moving Miri Design Bureau is said to be adding an infrared decoy to the hinds. But until now, the female deer is still the original female deer.

Hear portable missiles. The pilot immediately gave up shooting, and with his left hand he quickly pulled up the throttle lever, and the engine on the top made a loud roar, and the Hind helicopter rose from the ground hard.

Unfortunately, it takes time to go from hovering to climbing. The female deer had just pulled up less than five meters when a sound from the top made them scared.

"Boom!" The Stinger's warhead, which accurately hit the engine of the hind, a puff of smoke rose from the top, and the helicopter lost power. From the pull-up position, it falls off quickly.

The propeller at the top began to spin, and with it, the sturdy landing gear below, crashed into the ground.

Although the hydraulic device of the landing gear absorbed a lot of the impact force, the two pilots above were still knocked to pieces, and they persevered, opened their hatches, unbuckled their seat belts, and climbed down from above.

The helicopter has a huge propeller overhead, which makes it impossible for the helicopter to use the ejection and life-saving method of an ordinary fighter, and moreover, the helicopter is often at the height of the treetops, and it is too late to eject. Therefore, the helicopter can only be designed to strengthen the anti-crash ability.

The hind has a strong ability to resist crashes, and now, although the helicopter crashed due to a stinger, the two are intact and running towards the street behind.

I had just run a few steps, and suddenly, there was a loud bang.

The guerrillas, who were carrying Stinger missiles, snorted disdainfully and quickly descended from the roof, where several mines had been planted at the entrance of the street to prevent the Soviets from attacking, which happened to be stepped on by the two Soviet pilots.

The frightened Massoud, who managed to escape from the Soviets with the help of the new arrivals, stood breathlessly at the corner of the street, watching the people coming down from the roofs.

"Fahim." At this time, the person Massoud didn't want to see was Fahim, who had already torn his face with Fahim last time, when Massoud suppressed his anger and almost shot Fahim.

And now, Fahim has saved Massoud, who knows that he is wrong.

"Massoud, it's great to see you." Fahim's words were filled with joy: "We rushed into Jalalabad with the rest of the guerrillas, I didn't find our Panjshir guerrillas, I thought you were also retreating, retreating to the mountains is a dead end, the Soviets' hinds, will tear us to pieces, it's great to see you still here." ”

Fahim's expression of joy was not faked, and Massoud suddenly felt the urge to cry.

"We've taken control of a hospital for the time being." Fahim said: "This place is safe for the time being, and I will take you to meet His Excellency Mhammad." ”

To meet Mhammad? At this time, Massoud's most faceless person is Mhammad.

"Our partisans suffered great losses." "Now we are still besieged by the Soviets, and we need to unite to get out of this predicament," Fahim said. ”

Unite! Even Fahim understood the principle of unity, and Massoud remembered his own expression at that time, completely trusting Nicopudin, and even leading his own split, at that time, it was really wrong.

You have to bear your own mistakes, and now, since Mhammad is here, I have to admit my mistakes to Mhammad in person.

Thinking like this, Massoud looked at the last remaining thirty or forty people around him, and the size of the guerrillas had almost shrunk to one percent. This bitter fruit is self-inflicted.

When Fahim took Massoud into the hospital, the three floors of the hospital had been completely cleared by Muhammad.

The sniper did not die, in the process of cleaning the second and third floors, there were no more resisting Soviets, and the rest of the guerrillas thought that they were completely safe, and Mhammad had the roof searched, as a result, in the process of climbing up from the rooftop, he lost two more partisans, and the sniper also revealed his position and was killed by Hevaja with an SVD sniper rifle in the distance.

The hospital was not large, including the director, there were fifty-two doctors and nurses, of whom twenty-one were Afghans and thirty-one were Soviets, and among the Soviets, six men and the rest were women.

There were twenty-six sick people, and since it was morning when the attack was made, no other patients had come, all of them Soviet soldiers who had been hospitalized.

The hospitalized people were unarmed, and several Soviet soldiers tried to resist, only to be beaten and screamed by the fists of the partisans.

The doctors and nurses of the Afghans were temporarily taken to a room on the second floor, and in the hall on the first floor, only these Soviets remained.

"You are in flagrant defiance of the Geneva Conventions! Assault on our hospitals! We, we... Protest! The person who spoke was a middle-aged man, the director of this hospital, who had some bruises next to his eyes, and had just been beaten twice because of his resistance.

"Geneva Conventions?" Mhammad had a smile on his face: "What are the Geneva Conventions?" I don't know, I'm illiterate and illiterate. ”

With that, Mhammad lifted his foot and kicked the man hard in the chest.

"Ahh The dean screamed, and Mhammad struck hard.

"What do you mean by the Geneva Conventions? What is an aggressor? What is the death of the country! Mhammad said, lifting his feet again.

They are not here for friendship, they are aggressors, what about the paramedics? In the East, during World War II, weren't the Japanese medical personnel the culprits in the development of poison gas bombs?

"Leave five people, and the rest will be taken to the very edge of the defensive circle in front of me!" Mhammad said.

"No, you can't do that!" The dean was kicked several times by Mhammad, injured his lungs, and vomited several mouthfuls of blood. These medical staff, most of them women, put them to the front, I'm afraid...

"So what do you think I should do?" Mhammad asked the dean: "Why don't you talk to the people of the 117th Regiment and the 108th Division, and let them let go of a road and let me withdraw to the mountains?" ”

The outside is surrounded, with these hostages, Mhammad can prevent the Soviets from moving, and can stalemate for a while, without these hostages, the frenzied Soviets may be covered by artillery fire, and this place will all be in ruins.

Although there are civilians here, Mhammad believes that when the real fighting begins, even if it is street fighting, civilians will be unnecessarily harmed, and the Soviets will not care about civilians.

This is also the reason why Mhammad is reluctant to come to fight Jalalabad, he is not sure to fight down, and he is not sure to occupy Jalalabad, those damned alliance leaders, that lack of fire Nikopuding, that stupid Massoud!

"Your Excellency Mhammad." Just then, a voice came from behind him.

Mhammad turned around and saw Massoud, a man in the prime of life, a man with a high degree of education, who organized guerrillas against the Soviets and finally won the title of Lion of Panjshir, was looking at him with guilt, and after just one look, he lowered his head, and on the top of his head, gray hair had already appeared. (To be continued......)