Dominate South Asia

Masoud looked over and saw a guerrilla he knew. There were more than a thousand guerrillas gathered at that time. However, after these few days, he had remembered every guerrilla as a leader. Necessary conditions.

Qadir, a chalamak boy.

At this time, Kadir's eyes were filled with anger: "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be the only one left in our entire guerrilla group! It would all be him! Our guerrilla fight in the mountains was going smoothly, but he had to lead us Come here!”

Kadir's guerrilla group was at the forefront. The Soviet tanks and armored vehicles used the advantage of infrared headlights to kill almost all of their guerrillas. He was the only one who survived by chance.

Thinking of the heroic ambitions when we set out, and the huge losses we have suffered now, almost everyone assumed that the responsibility for the failure was placed on Masud. For such heavy casualties, the commander cannot shirk his responsibility!

Now it seems that Massoud is like an internal agent of the Soviets, gathering the guerrillas here and letting the Soviets massacre them.

Masud didn't know how to face these people. His heart was full of guilt. The casualties did have a lot to do with him.

"Yes, kill him and avenge the dead!" Another guerrilla said. At this time, they seemed to have regarded Masoud as their enemy.

"What are you going to do?" Fahim raised his gun and pointed it at the guerrillas who were about to move: "Go back to your own positions. The Soviet attack is about to begin! If you don't leave, you are disobeying the order!" "

Fahim was very troubled. A dozen or so of these guerrillas were able to conquer the mountains. Although they also fought against the Soviets, they had very little sense of discipline and now they were disobeying orders.

"Kill us too!" Kadir was not afraid at all. He was surrounded by the Soviets anyway, and the possibility of getting out alive was too small. He would die now or later.

As he said that, Kadir took two steps forward: "I am the only one left in our guerrillas. If I die, I can join them, which is not bad."

"Crack." Fahim pulled the bolt of his gun and pointed it at the opponent. The Panjshir guerrillas behind Fahim also pulled the bolt of their gun.

The guerrillas on the opposite side also made the same move. They supported Kadir from behind and saw Kadir moving forward little by little.

Before the Soviets attacked, on this street, the guerrillas were dividing again before their eyes.

Massoud knew that if he wanted to stop this confrontation, he could only sacrifice himself. He had no intention of living in the first place. It would be best to die in the hands of the Soviets. If he could die in the hands of the people in front of him, he would be willing to calm down their anger. .

"Okay, you shoot me." Masoud said: "Fahim, you all put down your guns."

After saying that, Masoud walked out, closed his eyes, and waited for that moment. At this time, he relaxed instead. There was heavy pressure in his heart. If he died, he would not have to think about anything.

Kadir unceremoniously took a few steps forward and put his gun to Masoud's head.

"Stop." A voice came from behind: "You stupid donkeys!"

Kadir raised his head and was stunned when he saw a tall figure.

Mhammad was escorting several wounded prisoners captured from the hospital. When he came here, Mhammad kicked Kadir unceremoniously with his big feet wearing Soviet military boots.

This kick was so unceremonious that Kadir felt as if his ribs in his waist were being kicked off. It hurt a lot. He took two or three steps backwards, but still couldn't stand firm and sat down. on the ground.

"Who are you?" Qadir asked angrily, pointing his gun at Mhamad.

"Mhammad Kamaran," Mhamad said, "Commander of the Jalalabad guerrillas."

Hearing the other party's name, Kadir was stunned for a moment, Your Excellency Mhammad?

guerrillas throughout northern Afghanistan. There is no one who does not know the name of Mhamad, and each heroic deed fills them with endless admiration and yearning for Mhamad.

Although the guerrillas were from the Pashtun ethnic group, it is said that this man was not a Pashtun, but from Pakistan. In particular, it was said that he also rescued a Tajik guerrilla group and two guerrilla groups. The team has become one and fights together.

Now, Mhammad appeared in front of Kadir, and Kadir, who was angry because he was kicked, lost all his anger.

"Now, the Soviets are outside us, and at this time, we are still in civil strife! Why is Afghanistan always in turmoil? Why is there an invasion by the Soviets? It's because we ourselves are not united!" Mhamad said: " Unity will make Afghanistan stronger, division will only make us a lamb to be slaughtered!”

"But all our guerrillas died, all because of Masud!" Kadir said.

"Idiots! It was the Soviets who killed our guerrillas! Massoud's command was improper and he fell into the Soviets' trick!" Mhammad continued: "The Panjshir guerrillas also suffered heavy losses!"

Masoud looked at Mhamad with grateful eyes. Without Mhamad, Masoud would definitely be killed by these angry guerrillas. Mhamad saved him again. At the same time, Masoud also knew that he would never be able to do anything again from now on. He also has no ability to hold his head up in front of Mhamad.

"This is God testing us Afghans." Muhammad said: "We fell into the trap of the Soviets and lost half of our brothers."

Mhammad's words were a little low: "This is a major loss for our guerrillas and a major loss for the entire Afghan resistance to the Soviet Union. Now, we are still surrounded here."

"It is precisely because of this that we need to unite more. As long as we unite, more than 500 of us will be able to break out of the encirclement and win!" Muhammad's words were a little higher: "Unity is the premise for our victory! If you believe in me and obey my orders, I swear to God that I will take our entire guerrillas out! We are just surrounded, not destroyed! Long live unity!"

"Long live unity!" Massoud shouted, and other guerrillas also shouted: "Long live unity!"

"Come on, get up." Muhammad stretched out his hand to Kadir on the ground.

Kadir felt his eyes moist: "I want to avenge our guerrillas!"

"Yes, let's fight with the Soviets across the street!" Muhammad said.

"Boom, boom." The roar of the engine came from a distance.

"Quick, get into your position, we fight street battles with the Soviets!" Fahim said.

This is Khwaja's defense zone. Fahim led the Panjshir guerrillas and several other guerrillas to fight with Khwaja. Khwaja already knew Muhammad's attitude towards Massoud. Although he had some knots in his heart, Khwaja did not say much. He respected Muhammad's decision, and Osama was not polite and ran over to kill Massoud.

Now, seeing these guerrillas clashing with Massoud, Khwaja on the clock tower said nothing. He hoped that these guerrillas could kill Massoud. In a subtle way, he also thought that this would be of great benefit to Muhammad.

Now, Muhammad actually prevented this conflict! Khwaja knew that Muhammad had his reasons for doing this, and without thinking too much, he was attracted by the roar in the distance.

Are the Soviets going to attack? Khwaja looked at the street in the distance. The Soviets drove up many large vehicles, but they were not tanks, and the target they were going to deal with was not the guerrillas here, but...

Lying on the roof of a civilian house, Muhammad looked at the opposite side and was immediately frightened.

The tracks rolled over the ground, and the shovel in front easily pushed down the civilian house. The collapsed civilian house raised a cloud of dust, and the bulldozer continued to push forward until the house was completely turned into ruins.

The Soviets mobilized dozens of bulldozers to push down those houses outside their own defense.

Cunning Soviets!

"What are they going to do?" Fahim couldn't help asking. They only occupied a corner of Jalalabad, and most of the city was still under the control of the Soviets. Now, the Soviets were going to turn the surrounding areas into ruins. What good would it do them?

"Put out a quarantine zone. The Soviets are going to control us all here, and no one can escape." Muhammad said.

The guerrillas in northern Afghanistan were all concentrated here. On the outskirts of Jalalabad, the guerrillas lost more than half, and the rest were surrounded near the hospital.

The Soviets did not launch an attack immediately. They were very patient. They first knocked down all the houses around and forcibly drew a circle.

Urban warfare is different from mountain warfare. There are houses everywhere. No matter how many troops the Soviets have, there may be loopholes, allowing the guerrillas to tear open a hole and then escape.

These houses were knocked down, and this place became an isolated area. As long as the Soviets held the quarantine zone, no one on their side could escape.

"The Soviets have a big appetite." Muhammad said, "Their goal is to wipe us all out."

The residents in the houses had been driven away in advance. The Soviets were not afraid of arousing public anger with such barbaric operations.

"Kill one first." Fahim said, and stretched out his SVD sniper rifle from the roof, aimed at a bulldozer driver, and pulled the trigger.

"Da." After the gunshot, the bulldozer that was emitting black smoke stopped instantly, and the people inside fell on the steering column, and blood sprayed on the rear glass.

Seeing that the driver of this bulldozer was sniped, the rest of the bulldozers stopped, and the drivers took two steps at a time and jumped off the bulldozers.