Dominate South Asia

Those guerrillas would not abide by the so-called Geneva Convention at all. The two boxers who were red-eyed from the fight would sometimes forget the shouts of the referee next to them.

If you go to negotiate with the guerrillas, the possibility of becoming a martyr is very high. However, if you want to get those Soviets back, you must have someone to negotiate.

Who to send? Almost everyone's eyes were turned to Nico Pudding.

"I can't go. I have become a traitor. If I go back, I will be skinned by them." Nicopudin said quickly.

"We need to find someone who is familiar with the other party to negotiate. Mr. Nicobutin, we need your cooperation." Dorofeev said: "If you complete this matter, perhaps the government will appoint you as the Positions above division commander level in the government army.”

Then I can't go either! Nicopudin's heart was calling, but he knew that he had no other choice. He had to go. If he didn't go, the Soviets might turn against him and shoot him first.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have made such a suggestion! Nico Pudding felt very regretful.

"Okay, then I'll go." Nicopudding surrendered.

"Thank you for your contribution to our Soviet medical staff. Among them is this female doctor. We must protect her safety!" Dorofeev said, taking out a photo of a beautiful young girl. .

"Who is she?" Nicopudin asked.

"Elena." Dorofeev didn't say much: "We are here to wait for your smooth return, Your Excellency Minister."

minister? Teacher? Maybe he would be gone if he went there. Nicopudin smiled bitterly in his heart and walked slowly outside with two legs.

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There were guerrillas all around, and you could see that several guerrillas were already looking at their tall chest several times with their unique eyes. Elena couldn't help cursing in her heart, and at the same time, her mind was racing. The ground rotates.

These so-called guerrillas are all murderous guys. If they fall into their hands, what will happen? Maybe, the next moment, I will be beaten by these guerrillas...

what to do? He has been wearing a mask on his face. If he took off his mask and let others see his appearance, they would uncontrollably swarm him. I never thought that I would fall into the hands of these barbarians!

"Ah..." At this moment, a voice came from the roof next to him, and a guerrilla stepped on the air and fell from the roof.

"Crack..." The crisp sound made everyone's ears soften. They saw that the companion's feet had reached the back, and the leg fracture was broken.

"Moroko!" One person recognized him. He was a member of his own guerrillas!

In order to better observe the enemy and launch attacks at any time, the guerrillas always walk on the roofs. Almost all the low houses here are connected, making it very easy to walk back and forth. However, this Moro was not careful and actually fell. He fell down, and the fall was so unfortunate that his leg bone was broken.

"What are you going to do?" the guerrillas guarding the medical staff immediately shouted. They saw Elena standing up and walking towards the broken leg of Moroko.

"Hurry up and find two boards!" Elena's voice suddenly became louder: "His leg bones need to be fixed immediately and then sent to the hospital to put on a plaster, if you don't want him to become a lame in the future."

After saying that, she had already arrived in front of Moroco and said, "Just bear with it."

Using both hands, she straightened Moroco's leg bone and squeezed it with her hands to determine the location of the broken bone of Moroco's leg bone.

Moroko was so painful that big drops of sweat fell from his forehead. He endured it and said nothing except for a cry when he fell.

Several guerrillas watched Elena's movements and did not stop her.

Two wooden boards were quickly found. Elena placed the wooden boards at the location of the broken bone and tied the two wooden boards with cloth strips.

"Send him back to the hospital. Our director has the best bone-setting skills, so it's best to let him set bones," Elena said.

After speaking, Elena sat back to her original position without saying a word.

The unlucky Moroco was carried away on a stretcher by two people. Elena quietly observed that the look in the eyes of the surrounding guerrillas was gone. At least, she was safe now.

"Your Majesty Hamad!" At this moment, several guerrillas around him all stood up and greeted a person at the door.

Your Majesty Hamad? Is that the leader of the rebels? Elena couldn't help turning her head and looked at Mhammad, a tall and wise young man. At this time, the other party was also looking at her.

Seeing that the Soviets had temporarily stopped construction in front, Mhamad walked more than 20 meters to the back and came to the courtyard where the Soviets were detained. These prisoners were Mhamad's biggest capital now.

Before he came in, Hamad saw a guerrilla soldier being carried away. Only then did he realize that he had fallen from the roof and was not a combat casualty. He looked at the wooden boards on his legs. They were fixed very well. It looked like it was done by professionals. This question turned out to be done by a Soviet prisoner inside.

This made Mhammad curious, those Soviets, if they don’t hate the guerrillas to death, will they treat the guerrillas?

With this thought in mind, Mhamad entered the yard where Soviet prisoners were temporarily held. As soon as he entered, he met the eyes of a medical staff.

The other party was still wearing a mask, but the deep gaze cast in his eyes was tranquil and full of charm. With his big eyes and long eyelashes, you could almost guess that there was a beautiful face under the mask.

The figure is also very tall and well-proportioned.

"Did you just help our guerrillas fix the femur?" Mhamad asked.

"In my eyes, there are only patients." Elena said: "I saw his thigh injury and knew he needed treatment."

There are many things that transcend national boundaries, such as ideas... This sentence is simply bullshit! Hamad didn't believe that the other person really only saw patients.

"I came here with only one purpose, to treat illnesses and save people. This is the glorious mission of the angel in white." Elena continued.

"Haha." Hamad smiled instead: "So, you Soviets came here with the great purpose of peace?"

"You are right." Elena said: "There is a rebellion in Afghanistan. As a friendly neighbor, we have the obligation to help Afghanistan maintain normal order. Our great Soviet Union came here with the purpose of peace. , to help Afghanistan tide over the difficulties, but unfortunately, some people don’t understand.”

"Every bandit will find a high-sounding excuse." Mhammad said: "If there is a rebellion in Moscow, we Afghans should also be there to help you maintain order in the Kremlin? Even your subordinates Should a generation of tsar come to power under our protection? "

"Don't insult our great motherland! We are the great Soviet, not the empire!" Elena said.

"You have barbarically invaded our country, even worse than the former Tsarist Russia." Mhamad said: "So, please put away your words. We do not welcome the Soviets because you are the invaders." !”

"No! We came with peaceful purposes. We have treated many Afghans in our hospital!"

"They are all people who obey you." Mhamad said: "Why haven't I seen you go deep into the mountains of Afghanistan to treat those who really need treatment? Even if they are seriously ill, they can only rely on indigenous methods to treat them. Not even a painkiller shot!”

"I am willing to go!" Elena said: "Medical care does not respect national boundaries."

"Really?" Mhammad stared at the other person's eyes, wondering whether this woman was really brainwashed by the Soviet high-level officials and came to Afghanistan with great friendship.

"Report, we have a guest." At this moment, a voice sounded behind Mhamad. Mhamad turned his head and saw Fahim gritting his teeth.

"Who?" Mhamad asked.

"Nicopudding!" Fahim said: "He said he came to negotiate, representing the Soviets, to negotiate with us."

Nicopudding the traitor! Dare you come now? Hamad looked at Fahim's expression as if he wanted to eat nicotine pudding.

"Bring him here," said Mhamad.

Nicopudin's left eye turned into a black eye, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. His posture when walking was wrong. He was limping. It was obvious that he was severely beaten as soon as he fell into his hands. , he was not killed, which is good enough.

"Hurry up!" Seeing Nico Pudding walking slowly, a guerrilla behind him hit Nico Pudding hard on the back with the butt of his rifle, causing Nico Pudding to run forward a few steps. Staggering.

Among the people escorting him, Masoud has been suppressing his impulse. He can't wait to kill this nicotine now. Without nicotine, there would be no current predicament. Even if he escapes from the predicament, the strength of the guerrillas will also be lost. Most of it!

"Your Excellency Mhammad, I am here on behalf of the 108th Division of the 40th Army of the Soviet Union's Afghan Garrison. At the same time, I am now the Minister of Foreign Affairs of Afghanistan." Nicobuddin said: "I make a serious protest to you. You guerrillas have just caused me great personal harm!"

Looking at Nicopudin's moral character, he was the same as when he first met Nicopudin. At that time, he was representing the alliance and he was so aloof. Now, he is already the Minister of Foreign Affairs. Humph, the Minister of Foreign Affairs is nothing in my eyes!

"Beat me! Just breathe!" Hamad's voice was calm.