Ali's hometown is located in the northern part of Paktika province, a small plateau nestled between the mountains, where the terrain is rugged but the vegetation cover is decent.

In the past, the locals lived by herding, and Ali used to herd sheep for Lord Bayi, but then the revolution broke out, Lord Bai was shot, and his assets and land were divided equally among the villagers.

At that time, life was not bad, but unfortunately, later the policies of the revolutionary party aroused the resistance of religious forces, and the smoke was everywhere, and the happy life of Ali and their original improvement disappeared.

But fortunately, Ali's family is still there, his father is still working hard to herd, and after the Soviets came, their family's income was not bad, and those soldiers would come from time to time to buy a sheep for a tooth sacrifice, and they would also pay.

However, this did not prevent Ali from becoming a guerrilla, in fact, his father was also a guerrilla, but an intelligence agent who did not hold a gun, relying on herding cattle and getting close to the Soviets, so as to obtain some intelligence or something.

When he returned to the quiet mountain village, Ali's appearance frightened his father and fellow villagers, who had no major injuries on his body, but shed a lot of blood, which, combined with dust, turned Ali into a black mud monkey.

Later, the old villagers pressed Ali into a basin of water, washed it, and then found the old imam of the village, who brought his own herbs to cover Ali's wounds, which was considered to have completed the treatment.

And the ammunition brought by Ali and them was also distributed, although a large part of it had been destroyed on the way, but the remaining thousands of rounds of ammunition could still meet the low-intensity consumption of the guerrillas, not to mention, in a month, the second batch of ammunition would be delivered.

Now that he has a guy in his hand, then the courage of this guerrilla force of only about 20 people has grown a lot, after all, if there is no gun or ammunition, he can only pretend to be a grandson, but now, the guy in his hand is good, and the waist pole is immediately hard, and he wants to touch someone!

The Soviets did not have many garrisons here, after all, they were in the middle of nowhere, and if there were too many troops, supply would be a big problem, so there was only one company of garrisons, and they lived in a base dozens of kilometers away on weekdays, which was heavily defended by a large number of machine-gun bunkers and trenches, and generally no one dared to go there, only occasionally, those Soviets would drive up in the nearby township market to buy things.

However, the fact that the Soviets did not show up does not mean that there is no one to take care of the security here, and the Afghan government's army and police are still relatively large and ensure control of the towns, but these people are demoralized and do not dare to engage with the guerrillas unless they have an absolute numerical advantage.

And the guerrillas are not willing to provoke these guys, after all, if they are in a hurry, they will really call the Soviets to come over and help the field!

But now, everyone has a 56 rush of water, there are enough grenades, and there are several bazookas, and the leader of the guerrillas, that is, Uncle Donkey Cart, immediately wants to send some blessings to those old friends who live in the town's police station, because in three days, it will be the day of their salary!

And the guerrillas have always been poor, so it shouldn't be a problem to ask the police to borrow a little money to spend!

As soon as the plan was drawn up, the whole village was busy, the guerrillas began to familiarize themselves with weapons under Ali's teaching, and at the same time distributed ammunition, and the women busied themselves with the dry rations necessary for the guerrillas' operations, and the so-called marching dry food consisted of baked flatbread made of flour, plus a little air-dried mutton and dried fruit.

The guerrillas do not have any stable source of supply, so naturally there is no way to talk about such a thing as so-called professional field rations, and even in later generations, there are not many countries that do well in field rations, for example, the field rations of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces will have a lot of rice-to-rice menus.

And at this time, those in the Soviet army who can afford to eat good field rations are such elites as the special forces of the Airborne Forces, and ordinary big-headed soldiers still honestly gnaw on compressed biscuits!

The guerrillas' plan to attack the police station was simple and straightforward, because they had no professional training and could not develop a high-standard attack plan, so the uncle's plan was simple.

At six o'clock in the morning, the policemen were still sleeping

But the sky is almost enough to see, and the guerrillas take advantage of this time to launch a surprise attack!

On the day of the operation, God was also very face-saving, not only did it not rain, but even a gust of wind blew away the fog, which could greatly improve the visibility of the guerrillas.

The townsfolk were also quite cooperative, and when they saw the guerrillas with weapons appear, everyone quietly returned home, closed the door tightly, and only opened a crack in the window to watch the battle.

The police did not react in the slightest to the arrival of the partisans, because the sky was falling and the Soviets were on top of it, so not only did they not set up sentry posts, but even their weapons were locked in cabinets.

And then!

"Allahu Akbar!"

With a loud shout, a guerrilla with a bazooka jumped out first, and he carried 40 fires at the gate of the police station.

Then the high-explosive warhead blew the gate to shreds, and then the guerrillas, who also shouted the slogan of Allahu Akbar, rushed in like a swarm of bees.

After the sleeping policemen were awakened by the explosion of rockets, they also showed agility that had nothing to do with their profession, and they didn't even bother to put on clothes, so they smashed the windows and ran out, as for returning fire?

Please, the guerrillas are all bombarded by artillery, and if they can shoot three times into the sky and run away, they are already very worthy of Kandahar's salary!

And even if you want to fight back, then you have to have weapons, their weapons are all in the gun cabinet, what to fight back with their bare hands, with slippers?

So, while the policemen were scattering and fleeing, the guerrillas swept everything away as if they were in a no-man's land, and then obtained the ability to kill one policeman, seize two SKS, and more than 20 bullets, and at the same time sack the police chief's safe, and take away the rich results of the month's salary to be paid to the policemen.

And the price paid by the guerrillas was nothing more than a rocket, more than 400 rounds of ammunition, and a small price for a man who tripped over the threshold and knocked out his teeth because he rushed too fast.

The reason why so many bullets were used up was because the guerrillas began to fire indiscriminately after entering the door, and almost most of them finished firing themselves to the first magazine in a short time, and then they found that there was no resistance at all!