Dominate South Asia

Durrani took out the sharp saber from his side, which he had seized from a Soviet tanker last time. After he pulled it out, it glowed coldly, as if he had seen human blood.

"Push!" Following the sound, Durrani used a saber to cut a slit in the can, and then opened the lid of the can with a flick of his wrist.

The smell smelled very fragrant. Durrani brought the can in front of his eyes, and using the starlight, he used his saber to pick out the inside of the can. He first picked out a piece of meat and took a bite.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his eyes looked at it, his hands shook and he almost dropped the box of cans to the ground.

Is this a can? How is it like the legendary Pandora's box? Durrani looked at the big fish head and the sharp teeth inside the fish's mouth. Can this thing be eaten?

Looking again, some of the canned food of others contained fish bodies, which were delicious to chew, while others, like him, had fish heads.

"Eat it, don't think the Soviet devils are hateful, but this canned food from the Soviets is still good." At this moment, a voice came to my ears.

Durrani didn't need to look up to know that it was Mhammad. Although he was very hungry, the fish head, especially the teeth, still made him a little afraid. If he really wanted to bite it, would the fish head suddenly bite him? One bite?

Looking at Durrani's appearance, Mhamad handed him his can, which contained two fat pieces of fish. He took Durrani's can, picked it up with a saber, and put it in his mouth.

A tangy and sweet taste entered the mouth. In later generations, although the food was also eaten from military cans, it did not have the same taste as now.

Hamad chewed hard. Most of the bones of the fish head could be chewed. Eating these bones was better than eating meat and could add more calcium.

When the Soviets made cans, they also used their wild-tasting method. They chopped the huge herrings whole and tail, then added a bunch of ingredients, cooked them, and stuffed them. In cans, although the preparation is simple, the soldiers still like to eat it.

Seeing Mhamad eating with gusto, Durrani became hungry, picked up the fish with a bayonet, and ate it.

Mhamad put down the can. At this time, even the juice inside had been drunk by Mhammad. At this moment, he heard a sound of footsteps in the distance.

Hamad's eyes were looking towards the mountain village. At this moment, two people came from there.

Although Mhammad knew that the person who came was probably a friend, he still put his hand on the AKM slung on his back so that he could take it out and shoot at any time.

"Instructor, where is the instructor?" asked a voice from the other side.

After hearing this, Mhamad put down his hand. The voice belonged to Aga who was sent out.

"I'm here." Hamad said as he strode over.

At this time, Khwaja on the other side also walked up.

"Instructor, this is the elder of our Gost village, Masud. Elder, this is the instructor of our guerrilla group. He is from a friendly neighboring country." Aga said.

"Elder Masoud, it's so nice to see you." Mhamad said.

Not every elder is old and has a gray beard. This Masud looks to be in his forties, has a thick black beard, and is in good spirits. His head was wrapped in a towel, which is common here, and he was wearing a robe.

"Dear friend, welcome to Gost. At this time, those who come to Afghanistan are the most sincere friends of our Afghans. On behalf of the village of Gost, I would like to thank our Afghan friends. At this time, Shan Out of great hands." Massoud said, putting his hands on his chest and bowing deeply. This etiquette was quite high.

Suddenly, Mhamad was stunned. It was just an ordinary meeting, why should it be so grand?

"Elder Masood, we all have the same faith and will never watch our brothers be rudely and brutally invaded. Not only us in Pakistan, but now, the whole world stands on the side of our Afghan brothers, I am here to promise that if we do not drive away the Soviet devils, I, Mhamad, will never leave Afghanistan or these brothers of mine,” Mhamad said solemnly.

Masoud raised his head and looked at Mhammad. This man's eyes were so profound and his words were so sincere. At this time, Masoud really had an urge to pick up the gun and follow the Pakistani brother in front of him. Let’s fight the Soviet devils together!

"Thank you, Brother Hamad. I believe that we will drive away the Soviet devils." Massoud said: "Today, it is the honor of our Gost village to be able to carry ammunition for our guerrillas. I have sent people to The news has been conveyed from door to door. Soon, someone will come to help our guerrillas carry ammunition. Moreover, I have also notified several neighboring villages. They will arrive within an hour. Tonight, we will Help the guerrillas and move the ammunition into the mountains."

Before coming, Masoud had already learned through Aga and Khadim that this time the guerrillas had driven the truck outside the village and could not get inside. He had to help the guerrillas transport the contents of the truck to the mountain. He went to the base inside, so Masud sent someone to inform him while he came out to take a look.

Masud is an elder, but he is not just an elder in Gost Village. An elder is a highly respected person in a tribe who is elected by everyone.

Several nearby villages, as well as Gost Village, all belong to the same tribe.

And if they want to transport everything in the truck, they are not enough people in the village. After all, the ammunition boxes are very heavy, and it is very laborious for one person to carry a box and walk dozens of miles of mountain roads.

Therefore, Masood was found.

"Thank you, Elder Masud." Mhamad said. Now, with so many people here, the truck's original cargo, plus the ones snatched from the outpost, could be easily moved back.

Masoud smiled. The young man in front of him had a good temper with him.

Just as he was talking, there was a loud noise from behind, and a large group of strong men, led by Hadim, had arrived outside the village.

"Hadim, you are so awesome! You can even get a Soviet truck!" Next to Hadim, a young man of similar age said.

This young man and Khadim were childhood playmates. When they heard that they were moving something, they immediately followed him. Now, seeing that Khadim's guerrillas had acquired this truck, he was extremely envious. He had only ridden in a donkey cart since he was a child, and had never ridden in this mighty truck.

"What kind of truck is this? A few days ago, we destroyed a Soviet tank! It's a pity that the tank is broken. Otherwise, I would drive it here for you to see." Khadim showed off in front of his playmates.

"Captain Khwaja, organize these villagers to move the things on the car." Mhamad said.

"Okay." Hamad agreed immediately without hesitation, and then asked again: "What about you?"

"When all the things in the car are moved, I need to drive it to a secret place and hide it first," said Mhamad.

If the truck is left outside the village, the Soviets will find it soon, and then the whole village will be affected. Mhamad will not do such a thing that affects civilians. Yes, he must think carefully.

Among these people, he seems to be the only one who can drive a truck. Therefore, although Mhamad wants to go back to the base to rest and fight a war, no, it should be three battles in a row. Although I am still very energetic, I also know that I need to rest. However, he was still asked to drive the truck far away from the village and hide it.

In fact, this was what Khwaja had in mind when he asked Mhamad. When Mhamad said this, he felt relieved: "Okay, instructor, please be careful and leave two team members to follow you."

With Khwaja directing the transportation, Mhamad was at ease.

Elder Massoud watched the villagers begin to unload things from the truck in a hurry, with a smile on his face. However, after turning around, his expression froze.

"Where is Saha? Why didn't he come?" Masoud asked.

Masud knew everyone in the village, and helping the guerrillas carry weapons this time was what the villagers should do. Saha is usually very active, why isn't he here now?

"Elder, Saha is sick." A villager said.

Sick? No wonder. Masud felt relieved and said: "Saha is usually as strong as a cow. I didn't expect that he would be sick. I saw him yesterday. I have to go and see him tomorrow."

Masud was talking to himself, but when he heard it in Mhammad's ears, Mhammad's heart suddenly sank.

This villager named Saha did not come to help them carry weapons and equipment. Mhamad did not care. However, this villager was so strong that he was now sick. Moreover, Masoud also said that Saha was still in good condition yesterday. Now, I'm sick.

There is something strange about this disease. No, I have to go and have a look! At this time, Mhammad was completely relying on his own intuition.

"Elder Masud, it will take half an hour to finish moving the weapons. During this time, I will accompany you to the village to see the Saha brothers." Mhammad said.

Hearing what Mhamad said, Masoud was a little surprised: "It's so dark now. If Saha is sick, it's time to rest. Brother Mhamad, I'm afraid it will be a little inconvenient."

"Elder Masood, when I was in Pakistan, I learned some medical skills. You know, some diseases cannot be delayed. I'm going to have a look. If Brother Saha is seriously ill, he must be sent outside quickly. Treatment is the priority." Mhammad said, "Let's go, saving people is the most important thing."