There was a half-cut gasoline drum thrown on the ground, the ash inside still emitting smoke, and the unburned paper was written in Russian and Pashto. It may be because of the better quality of the paper, most of the burned paper can still show the handwriting inside.

"Daddy, Mommy?" Adil Khan watched his home in shambles, like a scene of the end of the world, and for the first time in his more than ten years old, he had a great panic. It was as if his heart was pinched by an invisible hand, and it contracted tightly, making him breathless.

At first, he screamed twice, but his father didn't react, and it wasn't until the third time that he recovered from his state of being out of whack. Barely squeezing out a smile that was more ugly than crying, he opened his mouth and hesitated. But his mother held him in her arms silently, and Adil could feel the tears soak his shoulders.

"What's going on? What happened? He asked.

Before he could answer, he heard a shrill whistling in the sky, a terrible sound from far to near.

"Get down!" Father pulled him and his mother behind him and pressed their heads hard, "Don't look up, open your mouth." ”

Then, Adil heard a loud thunderclap outside, and after a few seconds, the glass on the window trembled, and a piece of glass fell directly and shattered on the ground.

Adil felt a pain in his face, a stream of blood trickling down his cheek, and a small piece of broken glass cut through his face in the shockwave of the explosion just now. The mother was surprised to rummage through the medical gauze, and the tears flowed even more.

As his mother left, his father shook his hand: "Edile." You're 10 years old now, so you're an adult. So you must remember the following words. ”

Ediel's mind was in disarray. He just nodded: "Dad, I will." ”

"Our old lives are over. Never coming back. So you have to be careful not to tell anyone about this life again, because the country is about to have a new batch of people. They don't understand life, and they don't understand what is really good. ”

The boy stared at his father dumbfounded, trying to digest his words.

"The world has changed, it's no longer that traditional life. The strengths of us Pashtuns are seriousness, enthusiasm and self-confidence. Of course, the shortcomings are also obvious, arrogance, conceit and inflexibility, and our nation is always filled with that sad mood. Neither the rule of the Arabs, nor the Mongols. And the British, to which the Russians were added recently.

The Russians are rude, savage, and none of us really like them. But their red ideas, their machines, their systems are something that we Afghans, we Pashtuns, have to learn. Only when we learn from them will our country regain its glory.

Edile, dad killed countless people for this goal. Those people hate your father and even the general secretary of the party (Mohammad Najibullah), so whether as a general in the government or as a member of the People's Democratic Party. I won't give in.

Abrahim (Abraham of Christ's capital) had to sacrifice Allah with his blood, and only then would it be in line with Allah's ways. Dad is willing to give his blood to this country, this party. Because no matter how bad this party is, it is ten times stronger than the group of people who are about to come to power.

Ediel. My dear son. You have to study hard, you will come to Moscow to study, to Karachi (a Pakistani city). Go to the United States to study. Fill your brain with knowledge and put civilization in your chest.

Future tense. I believe that you will do more than your father's career, and you can see further from your father's shoulders.

Take care of your mother and your yet-to-be-born sister. ”

Many years later. Aidil Khan can still clearly remember his father's words, and these words make him never lost his goal, even if there are setbacks again and again, he can still fight more and more bravely.

After the father finished saying that, he took him and his mother, and the family got into the jeep in a hurry. Their goal is the airport on the outskirts, and only by guò planes can escape the city that is about to fall.

Fortunately, a large number of defeated soldiers at the front retreated to the capital, and in addition to most of them fled, some mutinied, and up to an army of almost 20,000 people. Most of these people belonged to the pro-Soviet faction, and had long been defined by the leaders of the reactionaries as "anti-ISL evil figures".

Jeeps bouncing along the crater-ridden road, Adil watched in horror at the trucks, jeeps, armored vehicles, and tanks that were lying on the sideways, one of which he would never forget.

A T54 tank may have been destroyed by a howitzer, and the explosion caused a large fire that burned the body of steel to a black-gray color, and the hapless tanker tried to escape from the tank, but half of his body was just protruded from the turret and his upper body was thrown out of the tank. His whole body was burned into charcoal, his hands stretched out to the sky, his head shrunk to less than half of its original size under the high temperature, and there was still green smoke in the hole in the eyes of the black hole.

"Ah", the mother turned Ediel's head to herself, not letting him see the miserable situation.

"Forget it, let him take a good look, he will have to adapt in the future." As my father drove the car, he said with a little coldness, "You'll see more in the future." ”

The military airfield in the northern suburbs is still under the control of government forces, while the international airport in the south is attacked by Massoud's guerrillas from time to time, and planes cannot take off and land normally.

It took them an hour and a half to reach the Yenadawe Air Base on the northern outskirts of the A7 without any danger. Here, there are also two Soviet-made Tu-134 airliners that can take them out of Afghanistan.

However, less than 10 kilometers from the airport, they saw a Tu-134 passenger plane taking off in a hurry and heading north.

"Hurry, hurry, I can't catch up." The father shouted anxiously.

After arriving at the airport, the Tu-134 was about to retract the boarding staircase and was slowly heading towards the runway.

At that time, Ediel's father played the best driving skills of his life, and rushed to the runway, blocking the plane.

The departed boarding car was called back again, the door of the plane opened, and a bearded man greeted them with his arms and head outstretched. A boy poked his head out from behind the man and looked at the family curiously. The boy ended up being a good friend and brother of Adil Khan, and his father was a friend of Adil's father, whom he had not met before. But at this critical moment, my father was not wrong.

"This is your Uncle Amin, and you and your mother will take refuge in them from now on. Be sensible and strong. The father pinched his face and started talking to the man again.

"What's your name?" The boy asked, and the boy was dressed in the national costume of the Pashtuns, which was very different from the leather jacket and jeans worn by Aidiel.

"Aidil Khan."

"My name is Hamidullah Amin, and by the way, my father is a cousin of former President Hafizzollah Amin." The boy replied proudly.

Aidil sweated, the president of Amin, who had been described in his previous education as a traitor within the People's Democratic Party and a lackey of the Americans, who committed suicide in shame after the great Soviet army entered Kabul.

However, most people understand that the unfortunate president was "killed by suicide". However, no one said this publicly, and Edil vaguely knew about it. But he knew that his father seemed to be a good mix with the Soviets.

It was only later that Adil realized that his father was only loyal to the People's Democratic Party and had no personal loyalty to a particular party leader. Hafizollah Amin briefly served as president of Afghanistan in 1979, but he refused to submit to the Soviet Union completely, instead vigorously engaged in "equal diplomacy" between the United States and the Soviet Union, but unlike China. The result of this small country was to attract powerful Soviet troops, and the president was shot by Soviet special forces in his presidential residence on December 27, 1979, after only three months as the country's leader.

Adil's father and Hamidullah's father talked for a while, and then they hugged and said goodbye. As he left, Aidier's father hesitated and shoved his T33 Tokarev pistol, including the holster, into his hand.

However, he silently got off the plane, and as a loyal party cadre and national general, he was going to perish with the country.

"Daddy!" Adil lay on the porthole and looked at his father standing by the jeep with tears on his face. With his tears, a drizzle began to fall in the sky, a rare rain in this arid and rainless country.

He followed the Hamidullah family to Karachi, Pakistan, where they made their home. Two months later, someone brought the photos.

In the photo, his father and some former government army officers are hung from crane booms on charges of treason and blasphemy against ISL religion. They had been killed in the firefight, and Massoud's army had hung their bodies on them for more than ten days to vent their anger. Until the corpses decompose and fall to the ground, the last remains are thrown into the wilderness.

And their leader, the general secretary who talks about it all day long, Mohammed Najibullah, took refuge in the UN office like a mouse. A few years later, Afghan Taliban forces stormed Kabul, castrated Najibullah, and then hanged himself from a tree.

Adil studied in Pakistan and then went to the UK to finish college. In 2000, he briefly returned to Afghanistan, in what was known as the Emirate of Afghanistan, a very closed era, with no television, radio, newspapers, only madrasas, and only a GLJ book.

His family is still well-known in the southern Tulboy region of his home country, and the descendants of the Red Devil's minions are still unworthy of forgiveness in the eyes of the Taliban. So Aidil fled again to Iran at the end of 2000, where there is a branch of his family in the Iranian coastal city of Hakhbahar. (To be continued.) )