Running, running non-stop, the Soviets behind kept chasing, and the people around Masud were constantly decreasing.

Masood had long regretted it. If he had followed Mhamad's advice and gave up attacking Jalalabad, there would have been no passive situation now. This was simply a trap, a trap waiting for the guerrillas to jump into.

In the mountains, the guerrillas led by Masud were like fish in water. But when we arrived here, it was completely different. This place was completely the world of the Soviets. The sound of female deer above the head, the pursuit of armored vehicles and infantry behind us was like a big mouth, eating Masud's people in one mouthful.

"Dadada." Another bullet came from behind. Masud jumped in embarrassment and hid behind a big tree next to him. Looking at the Soviet soldier getting closer and closer, Masud knew that his last moment had arrived.

Since he chose to fight, the ending is destined. Let's die in battle. When Masoude thinks of this, he is no longer afraid.

He picked up his ak-74 rifle and shot at three points. A Soviet soldier who was chasing the nearest fell down.

Kill one to kill enough money, kill two to earn one! Masood aimed at the next one again.

Before he pulled the trigger, he saw the Soviet soldier suddenly shot in the chest and fell backwards.

"Dada, dadada." At this moment, gunfire sounded on the roofs on both sides. The Soviet soldiers chasing them instantly fell into the intersection of firepower and fell down screaming. The Soviet soldiers behind quickly retreated and used armored vehicles as cover to shoot at the roofs on both sides.

In the sky, a female deer was flying quickly. Looking at the battlefield here, the helicopter pilot adjusted his weapon to the machine gun and prepared to use the machine gun to shoot the guerrillas on the roof.

Although there are residents of Jalalabad under the house, if the strafing continues like this, the residents will be hurt, and the Soviets don’t care about so much. Anyway, the people living there are also Afghans.

The machine gun turret on the female deer's chin was rotating, and the helicopter pilot was about to press the button. At this moment, the weapon operator in the front cabin shouted: "Hurry up, pull up, at nine o'clock, portable missile!"

After several tricks, the Soviets finally discovered that the Americans had brought their stinger missiles to Afghanistan. The female deer crashed the previous few times because they were shot down by the stinger missile!

Now, the weapon operator clearly saw that at the top of a private house at nine o'clock, a guerrilla was carrying a long thing, aiming quickly, and then launching it. That was definitely not an ordinary rpg!

The slow-moving Mili Design Bureau is said to have to install infrared bait devices on the female deer. But until now, the female deer is still the original female deer.

Hearing the portable missile, the pilot immediately gave up shooting, and quickly pulled up the throttle lever with his left hand. The engine at the top made a huge roar, and the female deer helicopter rose from the ground.

Unfortunately, it takes time to go from hovering to climbing. The female deer just pulled up less than five meters, and a sound that scared them came from the top.

"Boom!" The stinger's warhead accurately hit the female deer's engine, and a thick smoke came out from the top, and the helicopter lost its power. It fell down quickly from the pulling position.

The hospital is not large in size. In addition to the director, there are 52 doctors and nurses, 21 of which are Afghans and 31 of which are Soviets. Among the Soviets, six men are men and the rest are women.

There were twenty-six patients. Since it was the morning when the attack came in, no other patients had arrived, and they were all hospitalized Soviet soldiers.

The people who were hospitalized were not armed. Several Soviet soldiers wanted to resist, but were beaten up by the fists of guerrillas.

The Afghan doctors and nurses were temporarily taken to a room on the second floor, and only these Soviets were left in the hall on the first floor.

"You are blatantly disobeying the Geneva Convention! Attacking our hospital! We, we... protest!" The speaker was a middle-aged man, the director of the hospital. His eyes were slightly purple next to him. He had just been hit by resistance.

"Geneva Convention?" Mhamad smiled on his face: "What is the Geneva Convention? I don't know, I am illiterate and illiterate."

After saying that, Mhamad raised his feet and kicked the man hard on the chest.

"Ah." The dean screamed, and Mhamad was very serious.

"Tell me, what is the Geneva Convention? What is the invader? What is the destruction of the country!" Mhamad said, and raised his feet again.

They did not come for friendship, they were invaders, how about medical staff? In the East, during World War II, weren’t Japanese medical staff the culprits in the development of poison gas bombs?

"Leave five people behind, and the rest are taken to the edge of the front defense circle!" said Mhamad.

"No, you can't do this!" The dean was kicked by Mhamad a few times, injured his lungs, and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood. Most of these medical staff were women, so I'm afraid...

"Then what do you think I should do?" Mhamad asked the dean: "Or, let's talk to the people of the 117th Regiment and the people of the 108th Division, let them relax a way and let me retreat to the mountains?"

Everyone was surrounded outside. With these hostages, Mhamad could prevent the Soviets from moving abnormally and could still be stalemate for a period of time. If there were no such hostages, the crazy Soviets might have covered the fire, and all of them would be ruins.

Although there are still civilians here, Mhamad believes that when the battle begins, even if it is street fighting, civilians will be harmed unnecessary, and the Soviets will not care about civilians.

This is also the reason why Mhamad was unwilling to fight Jalalabad. He was not sure to fight, nor was he sure to occupy Jalalabad, those damn league leaders, the fire-deprived Niko Pudding, and the stupid Masood!

"His Excellency Mhamad." At this moment, a voice came from behind.
Chapter completed!