Dominate South Asia

Dorofeyev's words made Belgrade shudder. He knew what this meant. In order to prevent the guerrillas inside from posing as Afghan civilians and running out, they would massacre all Afghans, not one of them would be spared! At the same time, this was also to vent Dorofeyev's anger and give an explanation to the dead soldiers.

This is not a mountainous area, this is a city! If Dorofeyev's order is followed, the residents of the city who originally stood on the side of the government will completely turn to the guerrillas, and the consequences will be serious.

Dorofeyev's eyes were red.

The order was passed down, but it became that any Afghan who resisted would be shot dead. Belgrade had done its best.

Street fighting is the most brutal battle. Even the battle for a courtyard will take the lives of a large number of soldiers. A sniper may cause hundreds of casualties, not to mention that now they have lost air support.

The base in Bagram has suffered serious losses and is temporarily unable to support here. They will rely entirely on their own flesh and blood to attack.

Countless Soviet soldiers, fully armed, holding their AK-74 rifles, crossed the isolation zone established a few days ago, ready for the most brutal fight.

Quietly, the ground was full of mud and water. Yesterday's heavy rain made the whole city muddy. Most of the houses here were made of stones on the lower half and mud on the upper half. Under the scouring of rain, there was mud everywhere. After walking a few steps, the military boots were covered with mud, which was extremely heavy. So they had to stop and pick the mud off the boots with bayonets. They just walked two steps easily and were covered with mud again!

The soldiers cursed in their hearts. In such an environment, their actions were very difficult. They were completely inferior to those barefoot Afghans. They walked fast. Once there was an exchange of fire, they were inconvenient to move and were under great threat.

Damn, why would they launch an attack at this time! And they had to rescue the people in the hospital who were held hostage by the other side! This was simply an impossible task!

The soldiers slowly advanced forward. The outer courtyards were empty. The civilians inside had come out two days ago.

Five or six hours later, it was already afternoon. They finally advanced to the center, the small hospital building!

The surroundings were empty. Only a small number of Afghan civilians were seen, either old people or children. They stayed very well and were harmless, so the Soviet soldiers did not shoot them.

The afternoon sun was a bit dazzling. The soldiers looked at the hospital, waiting for the final order.

Dorofeyev's headquarters had moved forward to a civilian house. It was heavily guarded around. He would not make the same mistake as when he took office. As a division commander, commanding officers and soldiers of a division, he couldn't even protect himself!

"We have been advancing smoothly, and there has not been a single exchange of fire." Belgrade was also very puzzled. What happened? Until now, there has been no exchange of fire!

The guerrillas' only advantage is those civilian houses. Only by using civilian houses to fight street battles can they survive. But now, they actually gave up the civilian houses on the periphery and hid in the hospital building?

Now, the hospital building has been completely surrounded. Those guerrillas can no longer escape. As long as they charge once and dare to make a bloody effort, even if they lose a company of casualties, they can kill all the guerrillas!

Dorofeyev was also puzzled. The guerrillas on the opposite side made him unable to see through them. What the hell were they doing? However, no matter what choice they made, the final outcome was certain! Now they were surrounded in the building and there was no way to escape!

"Shout to the building, we will attack in three minutes. If they can let go of our people and surrender, we will guarantee their safety." Dorofeyev said.

Guarantee their safety? These evil guerrillas have the blood of Soviets on their hands. As long as they give up their weapons and surrender, the consequence will definitely be execution!

Belgrade faithfully conveyed Dorofeyev's order. The battle has reached the last moment.

"Listen, people inside, as long as you lay down your weapons and surrender, we will guarantee your safety. If you continue to resist, we will completely eliminate you!" A fearless Soviet platoon leader stood up and shouted inside.

There was still no movement inside.

These stubborn rebels! The Soviet platoon leader looked at his watch. Three minutes passed bit by bit, and there was no response inside.

"Go!" The Soviet platoon leader shouted, and jumped up with his people. He ran skillfully on an irregular route to prevent being targeted by the opponent's sniper. The open space in front of the building was the most dangerous.

There was still no movement inside. He ran to the door of the building in one breath, and the soldiers behind him ran over. The platoon leader raised his foot and kicked the door open. Then, the soldiers on both sides rushed up.

Their footsteps stopped.

In the hall on the first floor, their compatriots were lying on the ground, tied with ropes and gagged. It seemed that they had been there for more than ten hours. Some of them even fainted. Those who were awake were looking at them eagerly. Brother, why did you come now?

First they untied the rags stuffing their mouths and breathed in big gulps of air. Then they untied the ropes that bound them. The first thing they did was to take out field rations from the soldiers who had entered and began to eat them in big mouthfuls.

They haven't had enough to eat in the past few days, especially now, after being restrained for more than ten hours, they are hungry.

There is only one female doctor. Although she is tied up, her back is leaning against the corner with the mattress from the hospital bed underneath. It is not very uncomfortable. Her mouth is not blocked and she can speak, but she has remained silent. .

"Elena, Elena is here!" A Soviet soldier shouted happily. Before the attack, they all saw the photos. Their superiors emphasized the need to protect Elena's safety. Now, seeing Elena Lena is here and they are very happy.

There was no rescued smile on Elena's face. She just looked out the window quietly, seeing blue sky and white clouds. What a nice weather!

Elena, who was quickly brought to the headquarters, looked at the tall officer in front of her. Judging from the rank on her shoulder, she should be a division commander.

Dorofeev looked at Elena. She was a beautiful woman, so beautiful that Dorofeev was tempted. In the past few days, among the guerrillas, I don’t know if she has been...

"Elena, I'm so happy to see you. Your father called several times to inquire about your safety. Now that I see you, I am finally relieved that our soldiers saved you." Dorofeev said.

"Yes, what should you write in the report? Fighting with the guerrillas, resulting in numerous casualties, and saving me from the control of the guerrillas?" Elena said calmly.

Dorofeev's expression suddenly changed. This woman is so ignorant! If it weren't for her father's sake, she would have launched the attack three days ago, all because of her!

Dorofeev's hands clenched into fists, then relaxed: "Where are those guerrillas? Where are they?"

"We left last night," Elena said. "When it rained heavily last night, they tied us all up and left."

Gone? Even if it rains, the encirclement is very tight. How could they break out of the encirclement and walk away? How is this possible?

Finding nothing ahead, Dorofeev ordered to dig three feet into the ground. He thought that the guerrillas must be hiding in a cave somewhere.

With a disappointed expression on Elena's face, she left. That man was really gone. She didn't know when we would see him again.

When Elena was almost raped by a callow Afghan boy, and when the surrounding guerrillas were still acting as accomplices, Mhammad rescued her and then issued an order not to behave indecently towards these medical staff. Come.

And Elena was taken away by Mhamad and became Mhamad's woman. At that time, Elena was still a little scared. If this man wanted to insult her, she would simply commit suicide.

However, this man did not insult her. He just asked her to treat several injured guerrilla fighters and even gave her a certain degree of freedom. Instead, she became curious and followed this man, watching him enter civilian homes. , inspiring them to follow the Soviets in withdrawing from the encirclement, watching this man inspect the guerrilla defenses back and forth, and even helped a guerrilla remove a gun The machine malfunctioned, and looking at the eyes of those guerrillas admiring him, Elena gradually felt a special feeling in her heart. Only then did she realize that this man asked her to follow him because she was so beautiful. A beautiful Soviet woman is very dangerous among the Afghan guerrillas, and with her by her side, no guerrilla would dare to do anything else to her.

She even began to be attached to this man. Unfortunately, this man left after only a few days. Thinking of this, she felt a sense of loss.

"How did they leave? Where did they go?" Dorofeev asked. Because he was anxious, he grabbed Elena's arm with his hand, and his fingers almost pinched into Elena's flesh.

"How do I know?" Elena said: "We are all tied up, how do we know? Let go of your hands!"

Dorofeev let go of his hand. His behavior just now was a bit out of control. He took two steps back, looked at the muddy road outside, and the swollen Kabul River in the distance. He murmured, "What are the guerrillas doing?" Leaving? Did they grow wings and fly away?

In any case, Dorofeev doesn't know how these guerrillas escaped. The isolation belt has been dug and tightly surrounded. How could the guerrillas escape? Impossible!

"Fuck, I almost got killed by the Soviets!" He climbed onto the shore dripping wet, looking at the surrounding hillsides and the exhausted guerrillas coming up from behind, Mhamad couldn't help but say something about the country he had traveled to before. scold.