In the cave, several oil lamps were burning. In the middle of the oil lamp was a temporary bed, and on the bed, a man was lying there. ∈♀

Sweat from Fashim's forehead kept flowing out as he bit a wet towel tightly in his mouth.

A man in a white robe was busy with scalpels and tweezers on his back. Pieces of shrapnel were pinched out of his back. Time passed by little by little, and he clamped out all shrapnel and began to clean the wounds.

Without anesthesia, this is simply a torture to the patient. The veins on Fashim's arm burst out, and he still controlled his upper body to remain motionless, so that the doctor could clean the wounds for him.

Finally, the wound was cleaned and the doctor began to suture the wound. Fashim felt a sleepy feeling that he had never felt before, and slowly fell asleep.

Finally, the operation was completed, and the man in white robes rebanded the wound and then came out.

Outside, there is a fresh night breeze.

Seeing the man in white robe come out, Mhamad immediately said, "Doctor Harid, how about Fahim?"

"No problem, the wounds are all cured. This Fashim is so strong." Harid said: "In order not to affect the body, he does not use anesthetics."

When he came out, he brought a medicine box and the medicines provided by the service camp, and had a surgery. It was completely complete. However, Fashim didn't know who said that it would damage his nerves during anesthesia, especially since he was undergoing surgery on the upper body and needed general anesthesia. Sometimes, people with general anesthesia could never wake up again. So Fashim refused to use anesthetics and survived with a hard time.

"Yeah." Mhamad said: "Dr. Harid, you are tired too. Go and have a rest first."

The operation lasted for more than four hours, and Harid was all alone. Mhamad even began to regret it. When he came here, he did not bring Lilith with him, otherwise Lilith could be an assistant.

Looking at the stars in the sky, Mhamad sat quietly. The sky in Afghanistan was so clear that the evening breeze was filled with a fresh smell of soil.

In battle, this peace and tranquility are rare.

Footsteps came from beside him, and Mhamad raised his head and it was Osama.

Osama followed Mhamad and looked at the sky above his head and said, "This is such a place that makes people miss you. The sky in Biliyadh is much more beautiful."

Osama, born in a wealthy Saudi family, is now worth hundreds of millions of dollars. However, he appeared on the hot battlefield and fought a war that had nothing to do with him.

"Osama, are you homesick?" asked Mhamad.

"Think." Osama said, "Abdullah is already six years old. I must have grown a lot taller in the past few years since I left home."

Early marriage is very common in the Muslim world. Osama got married at the age of seventeen, and more than a year later, his eldest son Abdullah was born.

"The Soviets invaded Afghanistan, which was an invasion of our entire Muslim world." Mhamad said: "We will definitely drive the Soviets away!"

After saying that, Mhamad glanced at Osama and said, "Osama. The two Abud and Farabi we met today are already soldiers of the government army, which is really good."

Mhamad's words are profound.

"They came from Saudi Arabia with me," said Osama. "In order to facilitate operation in Afghanistan, I arranged for them the identity of Afghans, those greedy officials. As long as you have money, you can push your genealogy for twenty generations to complete. However, they entered the government army after I fought with our guerrillas. Dana's appearance made me realize the importance of installing our own people. Just as the government army recruited soldiers, the two of them went in."

The service camp is Osama's own organization. In later generations, this organization has transformed into al-Qaeda. Now, since Mhamad has encountered Osama, it is natural that this organization will become one of its own strength, and take good care of this strength and don't follow the old path in the past.

"The service camp plays a great role in Afghanistan." Seeing that Osama had not yet mentioned the topic, Mhamad couldn't help but give it a tip again.

"The service camp is now 20 people, scattered everywhere." Osama said: "The main thing is to provide assistance. Our guerrillas have American assistance, which is better than what I can get, so I didn't provide anything to our guerrillas, but as long as you speak, I can contribute all my belongings at any time."

Osama said seriously: "I have several companies, distributed in Saudi Arabia and Western countries, with total assets of only more than 100 million US dollars. If you need it, you can withdraw millions of dollars of liquidity, and there is no problem at all. I just sell all my companies and buy weapons for our guerrillas."

"Brother, that's your property." Mhamad patted Osama's shoulder and said, "We guerrillas cannot use your property to arm us. It is enough to have the seizure of assistance from the Americans on the battlefield."

Mhamad said it very easily. Now, the service camp is still in its infancy, with more than 20 people and no power at the moment. Besides, as long as Osama follows him, the service camp will be his own sooner or later, so why should he be too anxious?

Mhamad has completely let go of this matter.

The night wind blows, and everything around you is quiet, and you can only hear the whistling wind.

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"Fashim, your body has not been fully recovered, so you need to rest more." Mhamad said as he looked at Fahim who walked out.

More than ten days passed. Fashim stayed in the cave for these days, and finally couldn't stay there. He came out of it and had not seen the sun for several days, and his face was a little pale.

"It's okay, I haven't touched the gun for several days, and I'm really worried." Fashim said: "I've dragged us down. Otherwise, I will definitely be able to fight a few more battles."

In the past ten days, great changes have occurred outside. The government soldiers pretended to search in the mountains twice, and then withdrew. They left the Panjieshir Valley, leaving only a small number of garrison troops. The two Soviet troops pursuing guerrillas in other provinces also ended their search mission and returned to the Bagram base.

If it weren't for Fashim, Mhamad could have sent the Soviets all the way out and caused some casualties to them. Now, Mhamad's more than a dozen people could only stay here and guard Fashim.

This also made Fashim feel a little drag on Mhamad and wanted to get his health as soon as possible.

"Fashim, remember that when we fight, we need to save ourselves and eliminate the enemy." Mhamad said: "If we cannot save ourselves, how can we eliminate the enemy?"

This is the essence of guerrilla warfare. When the enemy is strong, you cannot fight hard. If you should, you will run away. It is not embarrassing at all.

Fashim was thoughtful when he heard this. Since he met Mhamad, Fashim has gone from suspicion to belief in Mhamad, and now, he has absolute trust and admiration, even surpassed Masood.

"His Excellency Masood is coming back," said Mhamad. "When the Soviets leave, we can continue to ambush the Soviets' transport teams here. This is the time for the guerrillas to show their skills."

As he was talking, from afar, he saw a group of people walking through the winding and rugged mountain road. The guerrillas who were leaving there to keep watch were already connected with the other party.

We are back! Our team is back!

Fashim stood up and although there was constant pain coming from there, he still took a step and walked towards it.

Masoud walked with a tall man, behind them, Dulani with an excited face.

The two guerrillas, sometimes separated and took the Soviets around the mountains, and sometimes joined together to encircle and annihilate the small Soviet troops that were chasing close. The battle was so exciting. These days, Durani commanded the guerrillas of Jalalabad and felt the joy.

However, no matter how many battles we win, we are not as good as the instructor. The instructor used anti-aircraft cannons to kill the Soviet division commanders! The news spread throughout Afghanistan, and all the guerrillas knew the instructor's name.

It is precisely because of this that this mysterious man found his own guerrillas and followed him to meet the instructor.

When Mhamad appeared before them, everyone was excited.

"Thank you, Almighty Allah, for guiding our guerrillas to win the battle again." Mhamad's voice clearly reached everyone's ears: "We will achieve victory after victory until we drive the Soviets out of our territory! Long live the great Afghanistan!"

"Long live!" Everyone cheered together.

Mhamad looked at the strange man, and the other party put his right hand on his chest, saluted Mhamad and said, "His Excellency Mhamad, when you heard that you killed the Soviet commander, our Afghan Mujahideen Islamic League is very satisfied. We specially sent me to express our condolences to you. My name is Niko Pudding."

Afghan Mujahideen Islamic Alliance! When I heard this name, Mhamad had a headache because all the armed forces in the north, various guerrillas, and subordinate relations belonged to this alliance. Even the guerrilla team led by Jalalabad, Hwaja joined the Afghan Islamic Association after being organized, which is also a branch of the Afghan Mujahideen Islamic Alliance.

The headquarters of this organization is set up in Peshawar, and American aid started in Peshawar. Therefore, in order to obtain assistance, all guerrillas joined the organization one after another. Fortunately, the organization is a loose alliance and will not interfere with their own internal affairs, but just provide help. For example, the instructor Mhamad, the alliance applied to Pakistan and sent it out later.
Chapter completed!