The economy of Afghanistan before the war was relatively good, and it was not at all poor, at least in the big cities, such as Kandahar. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Schools, hospitals, factories, residential buildings, buses, garden parks...... It has everything it should have, and although the city has been devastated by the ongoing war and military administration, it is far from collapse.

Residents still have to work, they still have to go to the street to buy groceries, and life is still going to live, but they have one Soviet tank after another in their lives, and armed soldiers driving them.

The Soviet soldiers who patrolled and stationed in the city in the name of maintaining order and directing traffic were not happy, especially as the local residents, who had at first held a wait-and-see attitude, looked at them with more and more hostile eyes.

It's just that recently this hostility has changed its flavor and become...... It is as if they have learned the non-violent non-cooperation of the Indians, and even avoided them in their daily necessities.

Of course, the Soviet soldiers would be happy to see this happen, and it was better that the resistance troops were so knowledgeable that they could pack up their packages and go home, and Ivan, who was sitting next to the machine gun on the car, knew that he was ridiculous in this way, so he laughed.

Unfortunately, he didn't know what the locals were going through who were hiding in their houses and watching them.

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Kaizar was also one of the people who avoided the Soviets when he saw them, just like now, he wanted to buy something new to eat, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw the Soviets at the intersection not far away, he closed the door and returned to the house, and continued to nibble on the cold hard flatbread that had been left for several days.

"Damned unbelievers!" he scolded, as a bachelor with a dead wife and no children, he had no fear of being known to curse the Soviets at home, and what he did was not limited to cursing-

Barely quenching his hunger, Kaizar pushed the table open, lifted the floor, and picked up the big guy hidden underneath, fiddling with it a few times, and ticking the code.

Yes, Kayzar was a member of the Resistance who put his support for the war into action rather than just words, and from time to time through unilateral reports, he sent what he knew about the movements of the Soviet army to his brothers and fighters outside the city, and the disadvantage of concealment was that he still did not know that the resistance forces outside the city were finished.

"Knock, knock!"

The sudden knock on the door made Kaizal's hand shake in fright, and he almost broke the handle on his hand.

"Who?!" Kaizar asked in a flailing tone, scrambling the radio set up, stuffing it back into the hiding pit, covering the floor, pushing the table back into place, and in a series of sweaty movements, and feigned impatience.

However, the situation did not seem to be exposed as he thought, and a neighbor's muffled voice came from outside the door: "It's me, I have something to look for you......"

The thief-minded Kaizar ignored the neighbor's vaguely strange tone, wiped away the sweat from his nervous hair, and ran to open the door ......in a hurry.

'Let go of me!' The moment ......the door opened, Kaizar rushed over and grabbed his limbs, covered his mouth and dragged him around the house before he could figure out why his neighbor was dressed in a strange black robe and some unfamiliar faces in the same costume.

More than a dozen black-robed people slowly walked in under Kaizal's shocked and angry gaze, and then the door closed, blocking the light from the door, and the arrival of more than a dozen people made the space in the room feel much narrower, especially these people also scattered to open and close the curtains, remove the tables and remove the chairs, and the whole process was so quiet that the room was filled with a depressing atmosphere, which was suppressed to the illusion that Kayizar had a kind of suffocation.

However, as the movement of these people spread, an abrupt figure attracted Kaizal's attention, a child, a girl.

He was looking at her, she was looking at him, except that she was looking at him like a butcher looking at meat on a cutting board, and that inorganic look made Kayzar fall into an ice cellar in the summer heat.

The furniture that had been distributed in the living room was piled up in the corner, the closed windows kept out the noise, and the dark black curtain also blocked the light, turning the room almost night, and strangely, one candle after another was lit, and before the last candle was fixed, Kaizar could see that they were putting out some kind of pattern, and he was in the center of the pattern.

If Kaizar had the mind to wait and see for a while because of the failure of the temporary resistance, now he is really desperate to struggle-

In the flickering dim candlelight, the butcher's sharp knife for cutting meat and deboning, the hammer for the worker to hammer iron and forged steel, the big nail for the carpenter's solid bed and cabinet, and the sharp blade for the doctor to disembowel...... Sharp weapons full of danger were taken out from under the black robe, and the cold metal light was extremely dazzling.

'Let go of me!let go of me......!' Kaizar struggled violently, and almost sprained his arm with a desperate outburst, but the hands that were so clawed that he couldn't even scream, and he had never wanted the Soviets to break through the door as much as he did now.

Although Kayzar's veins burst in a hurry, he could not resist being erected and laid flat on the floor, and his head, facing the cold little girl, facing the black book she held in his hand, looked up at her from the bottom up, like a strange smile.

The limbs were firmly held down, and Kaizar struggled from anger to pleading, 'No, please, don't ......', but it was still only a mmm sound, and it couldn't stop the rough nails that pressed on his palms and ankles.

The hammer pressed against the nail cap, and the tip of the nail with a little pressure sank, piercing the superficial layer of skin, and the pain, but not so painful, that it made Kaizal cry, and the tears of almost despair overflowed his eyes and fell down, and fell together, as well as the hammer that fell heavily after being lifted - "Ding!"

"Hmm!!!"

With the first hammer, the nail pierces the skin, flesh, and bones.

In the second hammer, the bone is forcibly smashed open by the nail, and the sharp nail tip breaks through the flesh and emerges from the skin at the other end, hitting the floor.

A third hammer, the rough nail pillar brought out torn flesh and blood, and broke through the floor, nailing Kayzar into a large character and locking it firmly to the ground.

The black-robed man who pressed Kaizar finally let go and left, but Kaizar didn't even have time to let out a sigh of relief and howl again, because a thin needle that the old woman used to sew and mend was against the corner of his mouth.

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When the sunlight came into her eyes again, Dana squinted slightly, clutching the book in her robe, the black book that was closely connected to her life.

"Hold it, listen to it, and the world will tremble under your feet......" the man said at the time, and it seems to be true.

A dozen black-robed people with faintly red eyes followed her step by step, witnessing the divine power and feeling the divine power, which had turned these people into the most die-hard believers, and each sacrifice would make their fanaticism go to the next level, such people had already exceeded five figures in this city, and were about to break through six figures.

However, feeling as if it was squirming and shivering inside her, cold, wet and sticky, as if it was about to erode and melt her at any moment, Dana remembered the latter sentence: "If you give it up, it will give you up." ”

As the day ticked and a thick stench filled most of the streets, the residents of Kayzal broke into Kayzar's house to find a field of rotting flesh and blood.

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"There have been 266 deaths and more than 500 disappearances......"

Hearing the specific figures, Colonel Barkovsky's brow furrowed into rows of waves, and the last puff of yellowed smoke erupted along with his words: "Why didn't you report it earlier?"

The Colonel didn't care how many Afghans were dying every day, and given that his soldiers were still facing death threats from Afghans, it was better for them to die, but his duty was to prevent them from allowing some bad things to happen, even though they should be handled by Kandahar Municipality.

But whoever is now in charge of the military, he, the current top local military governor, has to pinch his nose and ask about such "trivial matters".

"Before, the Kandahar side insisted that they could handle it themselves, and you were too busy with official business to see the backlog of documents. "The adjutant was referring to the trivial administrative documents that were put aside by Colonel Balkovsky as cigarette material.

The colonel who poked himself pretended to choke and coughed dryly twice, and after moistening his mouth, he gave an order as if nothing had happened: "Contact the KGB people, ask them to help provide clues, and then, what to do and how to deal with it." ”

Before the adjutant could respond, he admired the boss's prevarication by the way, but was interrupted by a hurried knock on the door: "Report, urgent documents from the headquarters!"

Then the door opened, and a communications soldier walked in briskly with a conspicuous document, and the adjutant tried to take the document, but was directly ignored by the communications soldier, and the document skipped through his hand and went straight to the colonel behind his desk - a cold light!

The document suddenly spread out in front of the colonel, and the moment he froze, the cold light of the dagger pierced through the paper, breaking through the distance of less than thirty centimeters, cutting through the colonel's middle-aged fat loose neck meat, blood vessels, and trachea, and the tail of the blade brought out a drop of bright red!

"Ho, ho, ......" When the colonel reacted, he could only hold the gaping mouth between his neck tightly, trying to prevent the blood gushing out of the major arteries from draining too quickly, but a few gaps were enough to make the ventilation in the lungs leak, and the blood was still pouring in, and the instinctive coughing only made the colonel's life drain faster.

By the time the blade left the colonel's neck, the adjutant had already reacted to the assassination, and he reached for the matching gun at his waist, which was a Stephkin 9mm pistol, and at such a close distance, as long as he pulled the trigger, he could not miss it - provided that he successfully drew the gun and fired.

At the moment when he just pulled out the gun, the dagger had already turned in a direction in Chu Man's hand, standing on one foot, turning around, and barbing!

'What a bright ......' was the last thought of the adjutant, and then the sharp dagger pierced his right eyeball, cut through the nerve, pierced into the brain, stirred it gently, and pulled it out.

Chu Man, who had completed the assassination, wiped the dagger clean on the adjutant's uniform, then hid it back and began to retreat without hurry......

On the same day, all officers of the Soviet army in Kandahar and above were assassinated.

That night, a sacrificial ritual of nearly 100,000 people began, offering sacrifices to the other people in the city.