Dominate South Asia

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Four Kamaz trucks appeared from the fork in the road on the right. On the roof, there was a heavy machine gun, and on the engine cover, there was a Soviet flag flying.

These were the garrison troops in the nearby outposts. There were no tanks or infantry fighting vehicles, so they drove these trucks to encircle them.

They were the advance troops, and their main task was to entangle their own side and buy time for the rear troops to be dispatched. When the rear troops, or even the helicopter troops, were dispatched, they could easily crush this small guerrilla group.

When Hamdi discovered the Soviets, the Soviets also discovered them. Suddenly, a burst of bullets from the machine gun swept over.

"Boom, boom." Muhammad stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel to the left. The Kamaz truck, which was about to run out of gas, fled.

The four Soviet trucks behind quickly caught up.

This road was even more difficult to travel. Originally, it was only accessible to the local donkey carts in Afghanistan. Now, if Muhammad drove the truck, it would fall off the cliff next to it at any time. Muhammad did not reduce the accelerator, and turned the steering wheel back and forth with both hands. The truck kept shuttling back and forth, which frightened Durrani and Khadim. They opened their eyes wide and held the handrails tightly, fearing that they would fall off.

"Squeak." At a corner, Muhammad stopped the car suddenly and said to the two people behind: "Durrani, Hamdi, you get off the car immediately and return to the base from the mountain!"

"No, instructor, I want to fight side by side with you!" Durrani said immediately.

"Get out of here, this is a military order!" Muhammad said coldly.

The two jumped out of the car, and Muhammad continued to drive the vehicle and rushed forward.

Muhammad managed to attract the attention of the Soviets. The Soviet trucks were chasing Muhammad. This truck ran out of gas and would soon be caught by the Soviets. At this time, it was very likely that he would become a martyr. Muhammad did not want Durrani and Hamdi to become martyrs.

There is danger, leave it to yourself first!

As for Dana in the back seat, Muhammad did not forget her, but deliberately left her. Muhammad was not a true gentleman. On the battlefield, no matter whether there was conspiracy or conspiracy, anyone who could win the battle was a hero. He left Dana now to be used at a critical moment.

While driving the truck quickly, Muhammad glanced at the rearview mirror inside the car. Dana in the back seat tightly grasped the armrest beside the seat with her tied hands. Her face was a little pale, but there was no sign of running away.

That's good. Muhammad continued to drive the car and drove quickly on this narrow road.

"Da da, da da da..." The machine gun on the car behind swept over, and a volley of bullets penetrated the steel plate of the cab, and the hot air flow brushed Muhammad's cheek.

His face was burning, and he must have been injured. Muhammad didn't care to touch his face, and said to Dana behind him: "How are you? Are you injured?"

"I'm not." Dana's words were very calm.

"Lie down." Muhammad said: "Get under the seat, there is the engine to protect you, so you won't be hit easily."

Dana lay down obediently, and at this moment, the thumping sound behind became louder.

Even Muhammad couldn't sit in the driver's seat, and the bullets behind him would also hit him. This was a large-caliber 12.7mm machine gun bullet, which would even penetrate an armored vehicle.

He also lowered his head to avoid the bullets behind him.

At this moment, the right wheel of the heavy truck suddenly lifted up high, and then fell down. Muhammad steered hard, but still couldn't control it, and the whole truck fell off the cliff.

There were high mountains on the left and cliffs on the right. This was a terrible mountain road.

The heavy truck collided with the mountain from time to time, rolled over, and fell down.

The chasing trucks behind stopped, and the Soviet soldiers on the trucks jumped off, crouched, and looked at the truck that fell into the mountain stream.

The guerrillas were all in that car. If the car fell, Afghanistan's resistance would be reduced by one point. The platoon leader who came to perform the mission this time nodded happily. After returning, it would be another military merit.

"Instructor!" Watching the Soviet trucks drive away, Durrani and Khadim ran down the hillside where they were hiding, shouting and running towards the direction where the truck fell off the cliff.

The two knew that Muhammad had taken the initiative to lead the Soviets away in order to protect the villagers and the retreat of the guerrillas. Now that the Soviets had left, Muhammad fell off the cliff.

Durrani lay in front of the cliff, looking at the rolling river below, and wanted to jump down. Khadim, who was beside him, held him tightly.

"Durrani, you will definitely die if you jump down! God Almighty, the instructor is dead, we must continue to fight, fight the Soviets, and avenge the instructor!" Khadim said.

Durrani looked down, tears in his eyes fell in large drops, the cool breeze in the mountains blew his hair, he squatted on the edge of the cliff, and refused to leave for a long time.

The water in the mountains, although not big, flows very fast.

When the truck rolled down from above, Muhammad knew that something was wrong. He held the steering wheel tightly with his hands. The good habit of wearing a seat belt when getting on the car saved his life. His body was tied to the seat and bumped along with it.

"Ah." A scream came from behind. Dana's body was bumping in the cab. The Soviet truck was completely rough in style, and it was full of cold steel. No matter where Dana's body hit, it would immediately bring her pain. Her hands were still tightly tied, which further increased her fear.

Suddenly, her body slipped, and she slid from the middle of the front seat to the front seat.

"Hold me tight!" Muhammad shouted, and at the same time he stretched out his hands and hugged Dana's body tightly.

There was nothing else. In the process of the truck rolling continuously, if Muhammad did not help Dana to stabilize her body, she would be thrown all over the place in the collision with the truck, and suffered a fatal blow when the truck finally fell into the water.

Dana was still in shock, and Muhammad hugged her body. She stretched out her hands and just hooked Muhammad's neck. Before she could blush, there was a splash in front of her, and the truck had already entered the water.

"Danger!" Muhammad shouted, pressing Dana's body down desperately. The truck was pushed down vertically and just hit a hard rock.

"Boom!" The front of the truck hit the rock and rolled over. Muhammad's head fell down and hit the top of the cab, which had collapsed.

Blood seeped from Muhammad's head drop by drop, and the cold river water poured into the cab. With a torrent, the truck followed downstream.

Muhammad used all his strength to unbuckle the seat belt, took out a dagger, and cut open Dana's bound hands.

"Hurry, swim to the shore." Muhammad said to Dana.

In this series of actions, Muhammad has been protecting and helping Dana. He did not treat Dana as the wife of a traitor. This was completely his instinct.

The truck was still upside down. Muhammad pushed Dana out of the cab with force. When he wanted to follow him out, he only saw a huge wave sweeping towards the truck.

The cold river water hit his head, and the pain from the wound continued to come out. His consciousness gradually became blurred. His hands were still mechanically paddling, but his body gradually became stiff...

The mountains in Afghanistan are very cold. When Muhammad opened his eyes again, he saw bare stone walls all around, with a figure reflected on them.

This is a cave. The figure was baking his clothes at this time. Muhammad slowly supported his body. There was still constant pain in his head. He touched it with his hand and found that it had been bandaged.

There was a fire burning in the cave. In front of the flame, Dana was carefully roasting Muhammad's clothes. When she felt the movement behind her, she turned around and saw Muhammad standing up.

Suddenly, the clothes in her hand fell to the ground. She said in a trembling voice: "Are you awake?"

"Why?" Muhammad asked: "Why didn't you run away? After I was unconscious, you had many opportunities to escape."

"You are a hero of our Afghan people." Dana said: "I am Saha's woman, but I am more of an Afghan woman. Saha actually surrendered to the Soviets. I, Dana, am no longer Saha's wife!"

Dana suddenly knelt down: "Instructor Muhammad, I ask to join the guerrillas, and I also want to fight the Soviets! I want to kill Saha with my own hands!"

Dana's eyes were calm and crazy. When she was chased by the Soviets and the bullets flew, her heart finally became firm.

If she died at that time, she would die. As long as she didn't die, she would have left her original state and become another person! I want to kill the Soviets like these brave guerrillas!

"No." Muhammad answered simply.

"Sir Muhammad, please believe my loyalty." Dana said. She knew that she was the wife of a traitor and it was not easy to be trusted, but she had made up her mind!

"No, I don't doubt your loyalty." Muhammad said: "Every Afghan with a conscience will not work for the Soviets. I believe you support our guerrillas, but I don't want you to join our guerrillas. I hope you will return to Saha."

Return to Saha? Dana has no feelings for this traitor who betrayed his people. She even wants to kill Saha. How can she return to Saha?

"Saha can no longer stay in the village. He is likely to join the government army." Muhammad said, "We need an informant, an informant who can find out the movements of the Soviets." (A great event, a cool mobile phone is waiting for you! Follow the official account of Qi~dian/Chinese website (add friends on WeChat - add official account - enter qdread), and participate now! Everyone will win a prize, follow the qdread WeChat official account now!)