Masou was a guerrilla that he knew. At that time, more than a thousand guerrillas gathered. However, after these few days, he had already remembered every guerrilla, which was a necessary condition for being a leader.

The young man of the Chalamak tribe, Kadir.

At this moment, Kadir's eyes were full of anger: "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be the only one left in our entire guerrilla team! It's all him! We fought guerrillas in the mountains very smoothly, but we would take us here!"

The guerrillas where Kadir was located were rushing to the forefront. The Soviet tanks and armored vehicles used the advantages of infrared headlights to almost kill all of their guerrillas, and he was the only one who survived by chance.

Thinking of the ambitions when he set out, he has suffered great losses so far. Almost everyone took the responsibility for failure and put it on Masoud's head for granted. With such a large casualty, the commander's responsibility cannot be shirked!

Now it seems that Masood gathered the guerrillas here as if he was an introvert of the Soviets and allowed the Soviets to massacre.

Masoude didn't know how to face these people, but his heart was filled with guilt, and casualties did have a lot to do with him.

"Yes, kill him and avenge the dead!" said another guerrilla. At this time, they seemed to have regarded Masood as their enemy.

"What are you going to do?" Fashim raised his gun and pointed it at these guerrillas who were ready to move: "Go back to your own positions, the Soviet attack will begin soon! If you don't leave, you will disobey the order!"

Fashim was very stubborn. More than a dozen of these guerrillas pulled the top of the mountain. Although they also beat the Soviets, their discipline in their concepts was very indifferent. Now, they don’t obey orders.

"You killed us too!" Kadir was not afraid at all. Anyway, he was surrounded by the Soviets, and the possibility of going out alive is too small. If you die now, you will die later.

As he said that, Kadir took two steps forward: "We guerrillas, I am the only one left. I am dead. I can meet with them, which is not bad."

"Crazy." Fashim pulled the bolt and pointed it at the opponent. The Panjieshir guerrillas behind Fashim also pulled the bolt.

The guerrillas on the opposite side also made the same moves. They supported Kadir behind their backs and saw Kadir walking forward little by little.

Before the Soviets attacked, on this street, the division of the guerrillas was in front of us again.

Masood knew that if he wanted to stop this confrontation, he could only sacrifice himself. He had no intention of living, and it would be better to die at the hands of the Soviets. If he died at the hands of the people in front of him, he would be willing to calm their anger.

"Okay, you shoot me." Masood said: "Fashim, you all put down your guns."

After saying that, Masud walked out, closed his eyes and waited for that moment. At this moment, he relaxed instead. He felt heavy pressure in his heart. If he died, he would not have to think about anything.

Kadir took a few steps forward without hesitation and put a gun on Masoud's head.

"Stop." A voice came from behind: "You stupid donkeys!"

Kadir looked up and saw a tall figure, and was stunned.

Mhamad was escorting several wounded prisoners captured from the hospital and walked here, and kicked Kadir unceremoniously with his big feet wearing Soviet military boots.

With this kick, Kadir felt that the ribs on his waist were about to be broken, and it hurt a lot. He walked backward for two or three steps, but still couldn't stand firm and sat on the ground.

"Who are you?" Kadir asked angrily, pointing his gun at Mhamad.

"Mhamad-Kamaran," said Mhamad: "The commander of Jalalabad guerrillas."

When Kadil heard the other party's name, he was stunned. Lord Mhamad?

There is no guerrilla team in the entire northern Afghanistan who does not know the name of Mhamad, and the deeds of heroes, which makes them full of endless worship and yearning for Mhamad.

Although the guerrillas belonged to the Pashtun tribe, it is said that this person is not from the Pashtun tribe, but from Pakistan. In particular, I heard that he also saved a Tajik guerrilla team, and the two guerrillas have merged into one and fought together.

Now, Mhamad appeared in front of Kadir. Kadir, who was angry because he was kicked, all his anger disappeared.

"Now, the Soviets are outside us. At this time, we are still in civil strife! Why is Afghanistan always in turmoil? Why is there an invasion of the Soviets? It is because we are not united ourselves!" Mhamad said: "Unity! It will make our Afghanistan stronger and split, and will only turn us into a lamb to be slaughtered!"

"But, our guerrillas are all dead, because of Masood!" said Kadir.

"Idiot! The one who killed our guerrillas was the Soviets! Masood was improperly commanded and was defeated by the Soviets' tricks!" Mhamad continued: "Panjieshir guerrillas also suffered heavy losses!"

Masood looked at Mhamad with gratitude. If it weren't for Mhamad, Masood would have been killed by these angry guerrillas. Mhamad saved him again. At the same time, Masood also knew that he would never be able to raise his head in front of Mhamad again.

"This is Allah testing us in Afghanistan," Mhamad said. "We fell into the trap of the Soviets, and we lost half of our brothers."

Mhamad's words were a little low: "This is a major loss for our guerrillas, a major loss for our entire Afghanistan to resist the Soviet Union. Now, we are still surrounded here."

"It is precisely because of this that we need to unite more. As long as we unite, we will be able to break out of the encirclement and win!" Mhamad's words were a little higher: "Unity is the prerequisite for us to win! If you believe me and obey my orders, I swear to Allah that we will definitely take our entire guerrillas out! We are just surrounded and will not be eliminated! Long live unity!"

"Long live unity!" Masoud shouted, and other guerrillas also shouted: "Long live unity!"

"Come on, get up." Mhamad stretched out his hand to Kadir on the ground.

Kadir felt his eyes feel a little wet: "I want to avenge our guerrillas!"

"Yes. Let's fight with the Soviets on the opposite side!" said Mhamad.

"Room, rumble." The roar of the engine came from afar.

"Hurry, get into your own position and we will fight street battles with the Soviets!" Fashim said.

This is Hwaja's defense zone. Fahim led several guerrillas including Panjhir guerrillas to fight with Hwaja. Hwaja already knew Mhamad's attitude towards Masood. Although he was a little confused, Hwaja didn't say much. He respected Mhamad's decision, and Osama was not polite and ran over to kill Masood.

Now, seeing these guerrillas clashing with Masood, Hwaja on the bell tower did not say a word, but he hoped that these guerrillas could kill Masood. He also vaguely thought that this would be of great benefit to Mhamad.

Now, Mhamad actually stopped this conflict! Hwaja knew that Mhamad had his own reason to do so. Without thinking too much, he was attracted by the roar from afar.

Is it the Soviets going to attack? Hwaja looked at the streets in the distance and the Soviets started to move many large vehicles. However, it was not the chariots. Moreover, the target they were going to deal with was not the guerrillas here, but...

Lying on the roof of a private house, Mhamad looked at the opposite side and was also shocked.

The tracks were rolled over the ground. The shovel in front easily pushed down the house. The collapsed house raised a ball of dust, and the bulldozer continued to push forward until the house was completely turned into ruins.

The Soviets mobilized dozens of bulldozers and knocked down the houses on the periphery of their own defense.

Cunning Soviets!

"What are they going to do?" Fashim couldn't help asking, his side only occupied a corner of the city of Jalalabad, and most of the city was still under the control of the Soviets. Now, the Soviets were about to push the surroundings into ruins. What are the benefits for them?

"Introduce an isolation belt, the Soviets want to control us all here, and no one can escape," said Mhamad.

The entire guerrillas in northern Afghanistan were all concentrated here. On the periphery of Jalalabad, most of the guerrillas lost, and the rest were surrounded near the hospital.

The Soviets did not launch an attack immediately. They were very patient and pushed down all the houses around them first and drew a circle.

Urban warfare is different from mountain warfare. There are houses everywhere here. No matter how many troops the Soviets have, there may be loopholes, allowing the guerrillas to tear a hole and then flee.

These houses were pushed down and this place became an isolated area. As long as the Soviets guarded the isolation belt, they could not escape.

"The Soviets had a big appetite," said Mhamad. "Their goal is to eliminate us."

The residents in the houses have been driven away in advance. The Soviets' barbaric operations are not afraid of arousing public anger.

"Kill one first." Fashim said, stretching out his SVD sniper rifle from the roof, aiming at a bulldozer driver, and pulling the trigger.

"Da." The gunshot sounded, and the bulldozer, which was emitting black smoke, stopped instantly. The person inside fell on the steering rod, and blood sprayed onto the glass behind.

Seeing that the driver of this bulldozer was sniped, the rest of the bulldozers stopped. The driver took two steps in three steps and jumped off the bulldozer. (To be continued...)

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