Dominate South Asia

"You've got the wrong guy." The bearded man said to the other party: "My name is not Khalid, my name is Mushaf, and I'm from Kandahar."

"Hmph, Khalid, save these words for when you return to Kabul." The leading squad leader said, he picked up the medicine box next to him and pulled out a pistol from the interlayer inside: "Kandahar? What's the matter with this pistol?"

The bearded man's face suddenly changed. He wanted to resist, but his two arms were already tightly held down by the Soviet soldiers. Another soldier came up and hit the bearded man's back with the butt of the gun. Suddenly, the bearded man felt a sharp pain in the back of his heart, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Go!" said the squad leader.

The bearded man was escorted out of the room and put on the car.

This was a very smooth arrest. The squad leader came out of the house and followed to the car, but saw several Afghan residents around him slowly approaching.

"They took Dr. Mushaf away!" an Afghan resident shouted.

"What did Dr. Mushaf do wrong? Why are you arresting him?" another Afghan resident shouted.

"Release Dr. Mushaf!" another voice.

The crowd slowly gathered around.

The Soviet Union could only control the big cities in Afghanistan. In remote areas, such as the Panjshir area, the people were still simple and tough. In the past, when the residents of Astana got sick, they could only endure it themselves. If it didn't work, they would go to other places to find doctors. When Dr. Mushaf came here, he helped them see a doctor and only charged a small consultation fee. They were very grateful to Dr. Mushaf. Now, seeing these vicious Soviet soldiers arresting Dr. Mushaf, they were originally a little disgusted with the Soviets. Now, they immediately stood in front of the truck and shouted to the Soviets.

"He is our prisoner, who escaped from the Kabul Hospital." The Soviet squad leader shouted: "Get out of the way immediately, otherwise, you will be an accomplice of the traitor!"

The Soviet squad leader looked at the increasing number of residents in front of him, feeling a little uneasy.

"Dr. Mushaf is not a prisoner, let him go!" A person in the crowd shouted loudly.

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

Khalid's eyes were a little wet. These villagers were very sincere. He had only been here for a few months and had established a deep relationship with them. Now, they were standing here to support him at the risk of being shot by the Soviets.

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

"Da Da Da..." The gunshots rang out, and the Soviet squad leader hoped that the gunshots could scare away the residents here, but unexpectedly, these residents not only did not retreat, but cast a fierce look at him.

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

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

"Soviet devils, get out of Afghanistan!" More people shouted.

"Drive!" the Soviet squad leader shouted. He leaned out of the cab and pointed his gun at the front. If anyone dared to block him again, he would be killed! If anyone dared to shout again, he would be shot to death!

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

The crowd suddenly became chaotic and made way. 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, the body of the vehicle suddenly began to tilt.

The squad leader leaned back and saw countless Afghans gathered on one side of the truck. While running after the truck, they stretched out their hands and lifted one side of the truck. They actually lifted the truck up.

Damn!

When one side was lifted up, the driver stepped on the accelerator again, and only the wheels on this side were spinning, and the tires on the other side would not move.

"One, two, three." The Afghans shouted slogans, and more people joined in. They lifted up the truck weighing several tons with human power. Then, they lifted it higher and higher, and they were going to overturn it.

The Soviet squad leader was anxious. He leaned out of the cab and fired at the people who were lifting the truck with an RPK machine gun. These people were now in a complete riot and must be suppressed!

"Da." Just before the Soviet squad leader pulled the trigger, a crisp sound came from a distance, and a bloody hole appeared on his head, and his body fell on the door.

The driver on the other side was startled and wanted to pick up the AK-74 rifle next to him. Another bullet flew over, and his hands softened weakly and he fell on the steering wheel.

"Boom." The truck was pushed 90 degrees and overturned on the spot. The cargo box at the back had a canopy. From behind the canopy, several Soviet soldiers climbed out. The overturning just now made them a little dizzy.

As soon as they came out, their guns were taken away. Then, they felt countless fists swinging at their bodies and bare feet kicking them. They could only hold their heads and scream.

"Doctor Khalid!" Two Afghans supported Mushaf inside and brought him out, leaving the chaotic situation behind, and walked out of the crowd and went deep into the streets of Astana.

"Who are you?" Doctor Khalid asked.

"We are guerrillas, here to pick you up." Mhamad said: "We have a guerrilla who was seriously injured and needs surgery urgently."

Everything that happened just now was arranged by Mhamad. When Mhamad discovered the Soviet military vehicle parked at the door, he knew that the situation was not good.

If the gun was fired immediately, not only might Khalid not be able to be saved, but the Soviets might also kill Khalid first in the tense exchange of fire, so Mhamad simply mobilized the masses.

The power of the masses is endless. In this case, the Soviets would not dare to massacre on a large scale. Hamad shouted in the crowd and guided them to confront the Soviet military vehicles. Khalid was already favored by the people here. people were immediately angry when they saw that Khalid was going to be taken away.

At the same time, Mhammad asked Khwaja to ambush in the distance. Once the Soviets made any changes, they would use accurate snipers to kill them.

Now, Khalid has been successfully rescued.

After hearing Mhammad's words, Khalid immediately said: "Where?"

Khalid had long wanted to join the guerrillas and help them. In Kabul, he was an intern doctor. He saw the atrocities committed by the Soviets and was very dissatisfied with the Soviets' invasion of his country. However, he was just a doctor. , could not take up arms to fight. After contacting the Crescent Society, he decided to go to the mountains here to help the guerrillas.

Osama had snatched the medical kit and carried it on his back when he had just rescued Khalid. Now, he had rescued Khalid and was waiting to rush back to rescue Fahim.

"In the mountainous area to the north." Mhamad said, "We have to hurry. He was hit by more than a dozen shrapnel in his body and he won't be able to hold on for long."

"Okay." Khalid said. He was a little excited. He finally saw the guerrillas. When he was just captured by the Soviets, he even thought that he would never be able to realize his ideals.

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

Oops! Hamad raised his gun in an instant. This is the only passage. We must go through here. If we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win!

"Don't shoot." At this time, Osama said quickly: "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 people appeared, they saw Mhamad raising his gun, and they were suddenly shocked. If Mhamad shot at them, it would be a mistake.

Fortunately, Mhammad heard Osama's words and put down his gun. Mhammad still trusted Osama very much, and the two people opposite him showed no hostility at all.

"Abd, Farabi," Osama called to the two men.

"It's nice to see you." The two said to Osama with smiles.

Abboud was holding a box in his hand and said, "There are some medicines in it. I hope Dr. Khalid can use them."

"It's very safe out front, and everyone went to maintain order in the riot." Farabi said.

"This is Your Excellency Mhamad, the hero I follow who fought against the Soviets." Osama proudly introduced to the two of them.

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

There were actually people in the service camp working as errands in the government army. Hamad remembered that with Osama's funding, Dana had established an intelligence agency in Jalalabad, and Osama's own service camp had also transformed. The character has the capabilities of an intelligence agency.

"We must ensure the safety of our residents." Mhammad said to the two. The riot was started by Mhamad. Those were innocent civilians and they could not be harmed by the Soviets.

"Please rest assured that most of the government troops only half-listen to the Soviets' orders. There are many government troops here who came from here in the first place. They will not kill their relatives." Abboud Said: "We are now carrying out ideological work to fight for the uprising of this government army."

With a smile on his face, Mhamad said: "God guides them to the right path."

Time was running out, so he only said a few words in a hurry, and Khwaja followed behind, and they ran out of the town of Astana together.