Dominate South Asia

"Yes, Sir Mhammad, we will fight with you! Without you, we would have been killed by the Soviets on the mountain pass." The guerrillas behind Fahim followed.

People cannot forget their roots, let alone be ungrateful. They all remember that it was His Excellency Mhamad who led the Jalalabad guerrillas who saved them when they were surrounded by the Soviets at the mountain pass.

Although there are only about twenty people in front of him, this is a good start. This shows that he has gained their complete trust and they are willing to leave Masud and follow him!

"Then let us fight side by side and shed the last drop of blood to drive away the Soviets. Long live the great Afghan guerrillas!" Mhammad shouted.

"Long live! Long live!" All the people cheered together. This cry flew over the mountains of Panjshir and flew all over the Pamir Plateau...

Jalalabad.

There are still roadblocks at every intersection, but the soldiers responsible for interrogation have changed from government troops to Soviet soldiers. They strictly inspect everyone entering and leaving Jalalabad, so strict that almost only naked people Only then can people enter smoothly without interrogation.

However, after entering, you can see that the Soviet military camp is empty. When the Soviets launched the siege of the Panjshir area, some soldiers were mobilized from here. When the siege was completed, those soldiers still stayed in Bagram. They did not return to Jalalabad. Currently, only about half of the 117th Regiment are guarding the city, plus a dissatisfied government army.

The combat effectiveness of the government troops is obvious to all. It is okay to follow the Soviets and fight with the wind, but as long as the situation is slightly unfavorable, they will quickly escape.

Every move in Jalalabad is being closely monitored, and at the same time, guerrillas are constantly gathering in the mountains in the west.

Summer has passed. Except for the sun at noon, which makes people feel the same heat as in summer, it will be very cold in the morning and evening. As for the night, wrapped in a thin blanket, it is a bit difficult to fall asleep. .

Sitting on a slope, Mhamad watched the newly joined guerrillas mastering new combat skills. The use of 107 rockets, Stinger anti-aircraft missiles and complex TOW missiles all made these Tajik people feel fresh. , they practiced very seriously.

"Captain." Just as Mhammad was watching the training leisurely, a voice came to his ears. Mhammad turned his head and saw Osama and Khwaja with serious faces.

"How is it?" Mhamad asked.

"We have all found out that many guerrilla groups are gathering in the west of Jalalabad. We dare not get too close. It is estimated that the number should be more than a thousand, but...many of their weapons are very backward and do not have Heavy weapons." Khwaja said, remembering that he was observing the guerrillas with the scope on his sniper rifle, and he was not optimistic about their action.

"There is no change in Jalalabad. It is still the same as before. The same is true for the news sent back by Dana. However, the vigilance of the Soviets has increased a lot. The checkpoints have been replaced by Soviets, and every time they patrol, they bring Get two to three bases of ammunition," Osama continued.

Do you carry so much ammunition with you when you go on patrol? Immediately, Hamad's heart tightened. This was a dangerous signal. It indicated that the Soviets had already had some premonitions. Otherwise, they would not have carried such heavy ammunition when patrolling in the city. For soldiers, half a base of ammunition is usually enough, two or three bases, which is a typical defensive combat equipment.

It would have been even more dangerous if the Soviets had known about the coalition-organized attack on Jalalabad. Mhamad stood up and walked up and down the hillside.

"We organized guerrillas and brought half a month's worth of food and ammunition, and we also headed towards the Jalalabad area," said Mhamad.

Although Mhamad was very disgusted with the alliance's armchair war, but watching the resistance forces about to be exhausted in Jalalabad, Mhammad knew that he could not stand idly by.

"Durani, you bring fifty people, and I will give you another task!" Mhamad solemnly gave an order to Durrani.

The night is filling the air, the surroundings are hazy and foggy!

The mountains are high and cold, but there is very little water vapor. Such fog is rarely encountered a few times a year, but tonight, it actually fogged. It was indeed God’s blessing!

Massoud looked at the fog around him, and his heart suddenly became more determined.

Around thirty people gathered together, all leaders of various guerrilla groups.

The two thousand people mentioned by Nicoboudin are an exaggeration. Since nearly two hundred people from Hamad did not participate, there are only a thousand and a few here, belonging to more than thirty guerrilla groups, large guerrilla groups. There are fifty or sixty people, and the smaller ones are only a dozen. Among these guerrillas, Masud's Panjshir guerrillas are still the largest, with nearly one hundred and fifty people!

If there had not been an ambush by the Soviets during the Soviet siege, Massoud's guerrillas would have numbered three to four hundred people. Even now, all the guerrilla captains admired Massoud when they saw him and unanimously recommended him. Be the commander-in-chief of this operation.

"The fog tonight is a good opportunity for us!" said a guerrilla captain: "The Soviets were too strict with their checks. We tried to sneak into Jalalabad a few days ago, but there was no chance. Although there was no internal response, but with this heavy fog, we will definitely be able to break in easily!”

"Yes, as long as we attack it, we can occupy the city and fight street battles with the Soviets! The Soviets' heavy weapons cannot give full play to their advantage!"

"Yes, today is an opportunity given to us by Allah, we cannot miss it!"

Massoud looked at the guerrilla captains talking around him and was very satisfied. Today's opportunity is just right!

"We decided to go out at half past ten and launch an attack on Jalal-Abad at midnight! We rushed through the Soviet roadblocks, rushed into Jalal-Abad, occupied the government building, and occupied the 117th Regiment station and capture all the Soviet soldiers!" Massoud said.

Although Hamad left, he also reminded Masoud that in order to prevent the Soviets from jumping over the wall and using destructive weapons such as thermobaric bombs to deal with the guerrillas, Masoud thought of a new way to capture the Soviets!

As long as there were Soviet soldiers left in the city, would the Soviets dare to bomb? They'll blow up their own soldiers!

"At the same time, we have to leave a hundred people to guard the road between Kabul and Jalalabad to prevent support from the Soviets." Massoud said.

Hearing what Massoud said, Nicopudin on the side immediately frowned: "Your Excellency Masoud, dividing the troops is a taboo. We must use the most violent offensive to capture Jalalabad quickly! If we can't control it before dawn The situation in Jalalabad, then we are in danger.”

"But what if Kabul sends reinforcements?" Masoud asked Nicobuddin.

"With such heavy fog, the Soviet convoy cannot move forward quickly at all. They will definitely not be able to arrive before dawn. What we have to do is to resolve all the battles before dawn. Our troops are not very sufficient. We must divide our forces. There is no point in guarding the road," Nicopudin said. After speaking, he looked at the other guerrilla captains and said, "Which of you is willing to lead people to guard the road?"

No one is willing. They are all working hard to beat the Soviets in Jalalabadri. The alliance's envoy is right. With such heavy fog, even if troops are dispatched in Kabul or Bagram, they will be too slow. Like a snail, it simply cannot come.

"Okay, then let's attack with all our strength! Everyone, we will meet again in Jalal-Abad. According to our original plan, each guerrilla group will occupy its own target area. You must be familiar with Jalal-Abad city and don't find the wrong target. "The heavy fog is also a challenge for us."

Massoud followed Nicobudin's arrangements. Perhaps he was right. With such heavy fog, the Soviets would move very slowly, and we needed to concentrate every ounce of our strength on the attack on Jalalabad.

The order was passed down quickly, and every guerrilla who received the order became excited. Today, they are finally going to start their counterattack!

They wiped their guns and checked the few ammunition. As long as this battle was over, they would be able to grab enough Soviet weapons. At that time, they would throw away their broken guns and replace them with Soviet weapons. AK-74! It would be great if we could capture an RPK machine gun with a round drum.

When it was only ten o'clock, some guerrillas could not contain their excitement and began to walk out of their stations and move towards Jalal-Abad.

As various guerrilla groups continued to dispatch, Masoud looked gloomy and could only let his team dispatch.

Commanding so many guerrillas is completely different from commanding one of your own. For example, those self-righteous guerrilla captains order their troops to dispatch early, don't they just want to share more spoils? I was afraid that if I went too late, there would be no fighting and no spoils to share.

Massoud suddenly realized that he had made a very serious mistake. Without strict discipline, no matter how many people there were, they were just a mob.

In the heavy fog, they could only follow the people in front of them and bump into the people in front of them from time to time. The scene was a bit chaotic.

Masud carried his gun and walked in the middle of the team, but Mhamad's words kept appearing in front of his eyes.

"What do we have? Only rifles and rocket launchers. What do the Soviets have? Planes, artillery, tanks!"

"Even if you take Jalalabad, can you stop the Soviet counterattack?"

Massoud shook his head vigorously, trying to drive these voices away from his mind. In any case, the battle was about to begin, and he had no choice.

A tank and several infantry fighting vehicles were lined up neatly at the intersection, with the turrets facing outward, forming a semicircular defensive position.

Originally there was only one tank at the roadblock, but when it got dark, infantry fighting vehicles rumbled over, and they stood ready.