Dominate South Asia

Originally, Muhammad wanted Durrani to lead the attack on Bagram. The Soviets would send a part of the army to pursue Durrani, so that Muhammad's pressure would be reduced and he could open a gap and retreat from the direction with the weakest defense.

However, this heavy rain gave Muhammad a new opportunity. He looked at the surging river flowing behind the hospital and suddenly thought of something.

When it's night, we can retreat along the river!

The Soviet encirclement was tight. There were countless Soviet soldiers stationed on both sides of the river, staring at the river surface. They also used two searchlights to shine on the river surface.

This still didn't bother Muhammad! Just yesterday, among the Soviet hostages and a large number of civilians who were released in the heavy rain, one was an intelligence officer under Dana.

Dana had successfully organized a strict intelligence agency in Jalalabad. When Muhammad was surrounded with the guerrillas, Dana was anxious. She was thinking of various ways to rescue the guerrillas. The simplest and most reliable way was to dig a tunnel to pick up the guerrillas. However, there were Soviets everywhere, and digging a tunnel was also very difficult. The sound of digging could easily be discovered by the Soviets.

In the heavy rain, Dana, who was outside the encirclement, saw the intelligence officer who came out of the encirclement. After receiving Muhammad's instructions, she immediately took action. She brought more than a dozen intelligence officers to a furniture factory on the river bank in the northwest of Jalalabad.

In a corner of the factory, countless logs were piled up. Due to the heavy rain, the workers in the factory were dispersed, leaving only a janitor. This person was also an intelligence officer under Dana. After learning about Dana's purpose, the janitor did not hesitate to help push the logs into the river.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening. At twelve o'clock in the evening, these logs flowed along the rushing river to the vicinity of the hospital. Muhammad's people had been waiting by the river for a long time. Braving the heavy rain, they all jumped into the water, grabbed the logs and rode on them.

Logs are used to make furniture. Two people can't hug them together. Such a log can allow two or three people to ride on it. They rode the logs and went downstream.

Muhammad had already prepared for the battle. If the Soviets sniped at the riverside, he would take his people ashore and fight with the Soviets, so that the remaining people could quickly go down the river.

Who knew that the Soviets didn't even turn on the searchlight. In such heavy rain, the searchlight could not shoot a few meters and was blurred in the rain curtain. Moreover, the heavy rain soaked the wires and there was a risk of leakage, so they simply turned off the searchlight.

As for the guerrillas escaping along the river, the Soviet soldiers guarding them would never believe it. Now there is a flood in this river! The water was flowing very fast, and sometimes there would be flood peaks. If they really went into the water, most people would be drowned except for those with high swimming skills.

In such a heavy rain, they could not do anything. They hid in the houses next to them and enjoyed the rare quiet. They had not rested well for several days. Today's heavy rain was a good time to rest.

How could they know that these guerrillas rode on logs and rolled down the flood, and just like that, they escaped.

They were soaked all over, and were soaked in the water for several hours. Everyone felt that they were going to collapse. Their faces were pale, and only their faces were still smiling.

Out! Finally out!

Originally, they had been prepared in the encirclement of Jalalabad. Under the layers of siege by the Soviets, their biggest wish was to kill more Soviets. They never thought they could come out alive.

Now, the god-like existence of the Jalalabad guerrillas, Mr. Muhammad, led them to create miracles!

Muhammad took off almost all his clothes. He couldn't make a fire here, which would easily expose his target. He could only wring out the water in his clothes and then wipe his body clean. Wet clothes against his skin would easily make him sick.

Lying on the tree branches, waiting for his clothes to be dried by the wind and basking in the warm sun, Muhammad felt that such a day seemed very comfortable.

"Mr. Muhammad, thank you for saving these guerrillas." At this moment, a voice came from Muhammad's side.

It was Massoud who spoke. Massoud's words were full of gratitude, self-blame, and...

"I was wrong. I thought that attacking Jalalabad would give the guerrillas a more suitable base and make it easier for us to grow and develop. Now I know that with the strength of our guerrillas, we cannot compete head-on with the regular Soviet troops." Massoud said.

All the guerrillas quieted down and looked at Massoud. When they were surrounded and the people around them were constantly eliminated by the Soviets, they were angry with Massoud. This man led them to death.

At the same time, they are now full of gratitude to Muhammad, who saved them and allowed them to escape from the encirclement.

Now, the proud Masood also made such a statement.

"The Soviets are strong, and our road is very difficult." Muhammad said: "The Soviets have planes, tanks and artillery, while we only have light weapons in our hands. Our strength is very weak."

At this time, Mhamad was naked, and the mountain wind was blowing constantly. The same was true for the other guerrillas around him. The scene was very funny, but Mhamad's words were clearly printed in everyone's mind. inside.

"So, we must unite!" Mhamad said: "We are surrounded by the Soviets, but the Soviets still dare not attack us directly because we still have four to five hundred people. If we work together, we will Gather into a powerful force!”

Seeing the concentration of these guerrillas, Mhamad couldn't help but feel secretly happy in his heart. These guerrillas were really easy to fool.

"Your Excellency Mhammad, we all listen to you. We should unite and form a strong force!" shouted a guerrilla. Anyway, he was the only one left in the guerrilla team he was in. , seeing that the Jalalabad guerrillas were so capable of fighting and their weapons were so advanced, he had long wanted to join.

"Yes, let's unite and become a force!"

"Yes, we must unite!"

The guerrillas surrounding Mhamad expressed their opinions one after another. Those further away expressed their opinions in the same way, but there was hesitation in their eyes.

Mhamad knew that this was the best opportunity. Now, with the help of this escape, Mhamad had established a tall image and prestige among these people. Taking advantage of this moment, it was time to It's a good opportunity to bring everyone together.

Of course, there are some people who won't be willing, and Hamad has ways to deal with such people.

"Now, our strength has reached its weakest point." Mhammad said: "In Jalalabad, we lost half of our brothers. If we do not unite, we will be defeated by the Soviets one by one. So, I decided."

Mhammad paused, and everyone around him held their breath, listening to what Mhammad was about to say.

"We here have merged into a new guerrilla force called the Free Afghan Army. We will shed our last drop of blood to drive away the Soviets!" Mhammad said: "For hundreds of thousands of years, we Afghanistan has suffered too much, we have been oppressed by foreign powers, and now we are fighting for our freedom! Long live the great Afghanistan!”

"Long live!" The soldiers who originally belonged to the Jalalabad guerrillas shouted, and then the rest of the soldiers who were willing to join also shouted, and the waves became louder and louder, so everyone , all raised their right arms and shouted: "Long live!"

"We will be divided into three regiments." Mhammad said: "The mountainous area north of Jalalabad is the 1st Free Army Regiment, the Panjshir Valley area is the 2nd Free Army Regiment, and the Wakhan Corridor is the 3rd Free Army Regiment. We respond to each other and fight together!”

There are only more than 500 people in total, with a maximum of three companies. But now, Mhamad has divided them into three regiments, because Mhamad knows that his team will gradually grow. In the future, it will not only It's a regiment, maybe it will be expanded into a division.

The mountainous area north of Jalalabad is Mhamad’s old base. This is Mhamad’s roots. The Panjshir Valley is the only place where the Soviets transport supplies. Fighting guerrillas there is a heavy blow. The Wakhan Corridor is the weak spot of the Soviets, and the Wakhan Corridor is the passage for Mhamad's weapons transportation. Mhamad must protect the security there. At the same time, the Third Regiment is also responsible for weapons transportation.

"We will not force the brothers who are unwilling to join the Free Army." Mhamad said: "As long as we fight the Soviets, we will still be good brothers. I am willing to send skilled members of the team to guide you in the battle. Everyone is here We have seen it in the past few days, and our guerrillas have a lot of new equipment.”

After saying that, Hamad picked up the weapon of a guerrilla next to him and said, "Look, this is called a Stinger missile, which is specially designed to hit female deer."

Forced melons are not sweet, and not everyone is willing to join. For these people, forcing them to join will only cause instability in the army. If you send instructors and let them see these new things, they will definitely welcome them. . As time goes by, the instructors will be able to control their guerrilla group. Then, why don't they just follow their own command? At the same time, in order to completely control and change the status quo here, it is time to establish a political party based on the Free Army, but this must be done slowly.

Sure enough, when Mhamad showed the stinger and then the 107 rocket, the eyes of those who were wavering were shining with light.