Dominate South Asia

The bulldozers stopped working, but the Soviets would not stop. They switched to tanks and started rumbling. The turret turned to the back, and with a bang, the houses in front were knocked down.

The smoke and dust filled the air, and the Afghan locals who had been evicted from their homes in advance saw their houses being demolished. They were helpless and just clenched their fists quietly.

The tanks took the most barbaric action. Anyway, these houses were very old. After being knocked down and crushed several times, they became ruins with no way to hide.

In this way, the isolation zone was quickly established. When it got dark, the area 200 meters away from the hospital had turned into an isolated island.

On the periphery of the isolated island, there are densely packed Soviet troops, two regiments, thousands of people, surrounding the place, as well as regiments of government troops...

"Moscow sent a congratulatory message." Belgrade said: "In today's battle, we will completely eliminate the rebellion in the north. From now on, our north will be very stable, which is very beneficial to our Soviet strategy. "

Dorofeev said with a smile on his face: "Yes, we worked hard and finally surrounded these rebels. They can no longer escape."

"Yes, these rebels have been disrupting the normal order of Jalalabad and causing us a lot of headaches. We were able to kill them this time because of your command, division commander." Belgrade continued.

In fact, it has nothing to do with Dorofeev. This guy was recruited not long ago. It can only be said that he is very lucky. With such a great achievement, he will be promoted to commander of the army soon.

"Now, we are just waiting for the good news about nicotine pudding." Dorofeev said.

Those medical staff and patients will not give up unless they have to.

"Report, photos taken by the reconnaissance plane." At this moment, a secretary walked in and reported to Dorofeev.

These guerrillas actually have Stinger anti-aircraft missiles! Now that they have completely determined this, they did not send a helicopter to the scene temporarily. They just used a reconnaissance plane to fly over from high altitude and took some pictures with a high-definition camera.

Now, looking at the photo, it is the square in front of the hospital building. There is something special about the flagpole. There is a person hanging there!

"After comparison, we confirmed that it is Mr. Nicopudin." The secretary said.

Images from reconnaissance aircraft require specialized personnel to identify them, because most photos are taken from directly above.

Nicotine pudding! He was actually hoisted to the flagpole! Doesn't that mean that the guerrillas on the opposite side have refused to let go of the hostages? Do they naively think that with those hostages, they will not dare to act? Do they naively think that since they treat the indigenous residents as hostages, they will not dare to attack? Killing them is the greatest victory. Even if the price paid is higher, Moscow will never say anything and will only praise itself!

"Order, launch a rescue operation tonight, regardless of success or failure, launch an attack before dawn tomorrow!"

He at least tried. If he couldn't save him, General Trekov should be able to forgive himself. He had tried his best.

"Yes." said the chief of staff on the side.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw a combat liaison officer running in: "Report, a group of people were found crossing our isolation zone!"

"Who?"

"There's a couple of our health workers, and there's a group of Aboriginal people."

Have they started letting people go? Dorofeev was immediately very happy: "Let's go and take a look and control the indigenous residents for the time being!"

Dorofeev really hopes that among the people who are released this time, Irina is the most suitable. As for the others, forget it! Attack tonight! Dorofeev is already looking forward to the moment when the battle report will be sent back to Moscow.

When Dorofeev led his people to the outermost ring of the encirclement, he saw the controlled Afghan indigenous residents and the few medical staff.

The medical staff were frightened, and their faces were still pale until now. Dorofeev was very depressed to find that there was no Elena.

"What's going on?" Dorofeev asked a medical staff himself.

"That Mr. Nicobutin was hung to the flagpole. That Mhamad beat Mr. Nicobutin half to death very viciously. Some rebels also said that they wanted to skin Mr. Nicobutin." said a medical staff member who looked slightly awake.

"I mean you! Why are there only a few of you, and where are the others?" Dorofeev said. He didn't care about Nicopudin's life or death. When Nicopudin brought those guerrillas to Jalal-Abad By that time, the value of nicotine pudding is gone.

"That Mhamad, let us send a message, he will release us in batches, and at the same time, the residents inside will be released in batches." The medical staff said.

In batches? Looking at these people, if they are released in batches, how long will it take? The other party must be delaying time!

But what's the use of delaying time? The other side will not have any more reinforcements. The entire guerrilla forces in northern Afghanistan are here. Even if they delay, it will be of no value.

"Have you checked the residents?" Dorofeev asked a company commander guarding here.

"After checking, it doesn't look like guerrillas. Moreover, they all have their own identity certificates." said the company commander.

Guerrillas have to use guns, and shooting with guns, including constant training, will cause a layer of calluses to appear on the shoulders. At the same time, hard skin will also appear on the index finger of the right hand. By relying on these, you can easily judge a person. Are they armed personnel or civilians?

Although the guerrillas have begun to let the civilians out, they need to be more careful. If these guerrillas disguise themselves as civilians and escape, the gain will outweigh the losses.

"How did you get out?" Dorofeev asked a resident.

The resident was obviously very panicked: "I, I don't know. I heard gunfire yesterday. I stayed at home and didn't dare to come out. This afternoon, I was pulled out of my home by several people with guns. , let me follow the crowd."

"Who are those people?"

"It's not government troops, nor your friendly forces, like... rebels in the mountains," the man said.

The guerrillas will never admit that they are rebels. In their eyes, the government is a puppet regime.

"Then where are you going?"

"There is no place to go. I still have a relative in Kabul," the resident said.

I asked a few, but nothing came up. These people should be ordinary residents. The guerrillas inside would not be so stupid. The first time they were released, there were guerrillas mixed in. These people have no experience with guns, let alone guerrillas.

"Commander, do we need to take care of these people?" the company commander asked.

"Let them go." Dorofeev lost interest. He had to give them at least one meal a day to take care of these people. There was no need to provide them with free food.

Just as he was about to leave, Dorofeev turned around and said: "Send someone to keep an eye on them and see where they go."

Chris' figure looked so lonely in the dark night. Most people had settled down in the villages around Jalalabad, but Chris embarked on the road to Kabul, where he went to seek refuge with his family. relative.

Before leaving, the Soviets also provided them with food, a can of military cans. How could this can of food be enough for the journey?

Chris didn't say much. He walked step by step. As he walked, it was already late at night.

Very tired, Chris sat on a rock and looked at the dark road behind him with a unique smile on his lips.

A Soviet soldier sat behind a stone fifty meters away from Chris. He looked at the blurry figure in the distance. It seemed that he was going to sleep. He might as well take a rest himself.

That idiot commander issued such an inhumane order to supervise these residents who came out!

How to supervise? They were all scattered, and the company commander sent out most of them. As a result, one person was monitoring the other.

He was the most unlucky. He had followed the surveillance target so far and was already exhausted. These Afghans can really walk!

There are mountains everywhere. Apart from donkeys, they only need to rely on two legs to travel. They have long been practiced.

And this Soviet soldier was not surveillance material at all. He was a combat soldier, not a KGB agent.

Seeing that the target he was following began to sleep, he finally decided to relax and take the time to rest.

In the second half of the night, the moon came up and the surrounding gradually became quiet. The Soviet soldiers lay down behind the stones and slept soundly.

Slowly, slowly, an almost inaudible sound of footsteps came, and a figure, illuminated by the moonlight, slowly approached him, one step after another.

When he was one step away, he lifted the thing in his hand high. It was a big stone!

"Boom!" The stone hit the Soviet soldier's chest hard. He woke up suddenly and opened his eyes wide. He only saw the vicious Afghan civilian opposite, who was the target he was following.

This person is no ordinary civilian! Must be guerrillas! The soldier kept coughing and there was blood in his mouth. He must have injured his lungs. He squirmed feebly and watched as the other party snatched his saber. The shining light of the saber illuminated his eyes.

Blood spurted out, and the Soviet soldier closed his eyes forever. Ajia squatted down, untied the Soviet soldier's equipment, put it on himself, took the AK-74 rifle, and quickly The ground flashed into a nearby mountain col.

Aga and Anna had been in the Jalalabad area. On the day of the guerrilla attack, Aga happened to be near the hospital and they were surrounded together.

Aga is an out-and-out resident of Jalalabad, with a certificate from the government. Moreover, for more than a year, Aga has been following Anna to develop the intelligence agency. He has not returned to the guerrillas and has not been trained. The cocoon is long gone.