Dominate South Asia

The pretentious Nicobudin originally planned to rely on his new identity to embolden himself. After all, the foreign minister of a country is a very important position, and Nicobudin even intended to remove the deputy position.

However, this identity did not bring any good luck to Nicobudin. Fists, feet, and butts of guns hit Nicobudin unceremoniously. Nicobudin could only hold his head and lie on the ground howling. The pain in his body continued.

These guys are really cruel! While enduring the pain, Nicobudin thought in his mind that when he completed the task, the Soviet artillery shells and bombs would blow this place to pieces and kill everyone!

The storm-like attack lasted for more than ten minutes. Seeing Nicobudin motionless, everyone stopped. They strictly followed Muhammad's order and beat him until he was half dead!

After a long time, Nico Pudding moved his hands, and then he slowly sat up. His head was bleeding, and his body was in pain everywhere. It seemed that a rib on his back was broken, and the pain was excruciating.

"Wow." A basin of cold water was poured on Nico Pudding's head. This made the wounds all over his body more painful, but his brain was clear.

"Mr. Foreign Minister, why are you here to negotiate?" Muhammad said, "You want us to surrender? We won't do that."

"Of course not." Nicobudin suppressed his anger and said coldly, "War is the business of soldiers. We shouldn't involve civilians. Now, there are both Soviet civilians and Afghan civilians here, so the 108th Division is very generous and willing to release the civilians living here and only leave the guerrillas to fight a fair fight. As a return, you need to release all the Soviet prisoners. They are not soldiers. Most of them are doctors and nurses. They are protected by the Geneva Convention and have nothing to do with the war."

"So that's it." Muhammad said. He looked at the sky in the distance. A plane was flying quickly. The opponent's altitude exceeded the shooting height of the Stinger. It was very safe. It should be a reconnaissance plane.

"Fight an open battle? How can we fight an open battle? The Soviets have planes and cannons, and we only have rifles in our hands." Muhammad said, "These Soviet prisoners are our last resort, and we are not that stupid. If we let these Soviet prisoners go, we will all die here."

"If we don't do this, the civilians in the encirclement will also be attacked. Are you willing to watch these civilians die because of the guerrillas?" Nicobudin said, "There are only thirty or so Soviets in the encirclement, and there are at least three or four hundred Afghan civilians. The guerrillas are very lucky to exchange one Soviet for a dozen Afghan civilians."

"So that's the case." Muhammad said, "Then I can consider it."

"We are not afraid of death!" At this moment, an old man and a white-haired old lady suddenly came out of the house in the courtyard.

"The Soviets occupied our land and killed our compatriots. The guerrillas helped us to avenge us. We are not afraid of death! We can't let the Soviets succeed in their conspiracy!"

When the battle just started, the gunshots outside scared the civilians here. They didn't know what happened. Now, knowing that it was their own guerrillas who fought back, they all began to be happy.

What's so scary about death? Even if you die with the guerrillas, you can't let the Soviet prisoners go! Such an old woman is very sensible.

"Yes! I want to join the guerrillas!" At this time, another little boy came out. It seems that he is just over ten years old. His height is only a little taller than the AKM rifle with a bayonet. He is ready to join the guerrillas.

"Where is your father?" Muhammad asked.

"When the Soviets first came in, they said that my father was a guerrilla and was captured. Later, I never saw my father again." The little boy said.

"What about your mother?"

"My mother..." The little boy didn't say anything, tears flowed down his face, and suddenly he ran a few steps towards Elena, and came up to take off Elena's pants. Elena grabbed her pants in fear and said to the little boy: "What are you going to do?"

"I want to avenge my mother! My mother died in the hands of Soviet soldiers like this!" The little boy grabbed Elena's pants tightly and pulled hard. The belt opened, revealing the narrow underwear inside.

Several guerrillas around saw Elena resisting and immediately grabbed Elena's arms and legs. Elena struggled, and the mask on her face loosened and fell off. Seeing her face, all the guerrillas swallowed their saliva instantly. So beautiful!

"Elena!"

"Stop!"

Mhammad looked at Nico Pudding. The voice of stopping was made by Muhammad, and the name Elena came from Nico Pudding's mouth.

The guerrillas under Muhammad were well disciplined, and their real combat effectiveness depended not only on hatred, but also on training and discipline.

There were many guerrillas in the encirclement this time, and some of them were full of deep hatred for the Soviets, so they could do anything. Many of them were very barbaric.

It was also a difficult process to integrate these people together, especially to enforce their military discipline.

At the same time, I heard that Nicopudin called this woman Elena. It was obvious that he knew this woman. Nicopudin had always stayed in the alliance. He had recently completed his mission and returned to the Soviets. How could he Would you know this woman from the Jalalabad hospital?

Unless, this woman is a very important woman! Hamad made an inference in an instant.

These guerrillas were still able to strictly abide by Mhamad's orders. When Mhamad said to stop, these guerrillas let go.

Elena struggled to take a few steps back and returned to the other medical staff. They were all trembling, imagining their possible endings.

"I agree to release him," Mhammad said: "Fighting is a matter for soldiers and has nothing to do with civilians. We must compete openly and openly on the battlefield."

Hearing that Mhammad was finally going to release him, Nicopudin breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was beaten and almost died, he finally completed his mission. After returning, he would rather be a division commander of the government army than a He is the Minister of Foreign Affairs. Although the Minister of Foreign Affairs has a high official position, he has no real power.

Nicopudin tried it and could barely stand up, but the pain in his back made him almost pass out. He knew that he had to keep walking back.

"Nicopudding, what do you want to do?" Hamad asked.

"Go back and report to the division commander that you have agreed to release me," Nicopudin said.

"Did I tell you to leave?" Mhammad said to Nicopudin.

Nico Pudding's expression suddenly changed: "Then I am here, don't I have to waste your food?"

"Of course not." Mhamad said: "Your place is there."

After speaking, Mhamad pointed to the distance.

"Is it a hospital?" Nicopudin asked, "If I go there, no one will send you letters."

"It's the flagpole in the hospital." Hamad said: "Hang him up to the flagpole! Head down!"

"Mhammad!" Nicopudin was shocked. The opponent not only wanted to beat him, but also wanted to kill him! After hanging it on the flagpole, it took less than two days for it to be dried by the weather and the sun.

"Without me, you can't see the division commander and you can't come to an agreement." Nicopudin shouted.

How stupid. I can send a message to just any Soviet person among the prisoners, so why do I need you?

Mhammad would rather let the enemy go than let go of the traitor. When Nicopudin comes, it means that he can never get out again.

The traitor holds his own secrets and is also the most hateful. How could Mhamad let him go?

Nicopudin was trembling and resisting, and was taken to the hospital. Under the flagpole, two strong guerrillas tied his feet, and then, as if raising a flag, they pulled the rope and hoisted him to the flagpole. .

The blood continued to flow to his brain, and Nicopudin's consciousness gradually began to blur. The sun hanging high above his feet shone on him, and he began to feel smoke rising from his throat.

"Kill him!" When the passing guerrillas saw nicotine, they immediately shouted.

"Killing him will be an advantage, let him die in the sun!"

Seeing the nicotine being taken away, Hamad put a smile on his face again, and said to the female doctors and nurses who were pale with fear: "You are very lucky, one of you will be sent there to Your people sent a message that I agreed with Nicopudin’s suggestion and decided to release him. Which of you is willing to go?”

"I'll go!"

"I'll go!"

This was an opportunity to escape from the tiger's mouth. Seeing that these guerrillas didn't treat people as human beings at all, the nicotine pudding was a living example. Their professional knowledge told them that the pain suffered by the person who was hung on the flagpole, A hundred times more effective than killing him immediately.

"Why didn't you ask to go?" Mhamad looked at Elena beside him and asked her, was it because she was frightened just now?

War has wiped out the humanity of everyone, and they can do anything. Now that she had the chance to escape, why didn't she ask for it?

"Let them go. Anyway, once the deal is settled, you will let us all go. It doesn't matter if we leave first or later." Elena said, "Someone will always want to stay."

This is actually an innocent and kind-hearted Soviet woman! Mhamad couldn't help but was speechless. In fact, even if this woman asked, Mhamad would not agree. Her identity must be very special.

"Well, I have decided now to let you stay with me." Hamad said: "I really need a woman to serve me."