Originally, Mhamad wanted Durani to lead the team to attack Bagram, and the Soviets would divide a part of their troops to pursue Durani, so that Mhamad's pressure would be reduced and he could open a gap from the weakest direction of defense to retreat.

However, this heavy rain gave Mhamad a new opportunity. He immediately thought of something as he watched the skyrocketing river water flowing through the back of the hospital.

Wait until the evening, you can retreat along the river!

The Soviets were surrounded by tight circles, and countless Soviet soldiers were stationed on both sides of the river, staring at the river surface. They also used two searchlights to shine on the river surface.

This still cannot pose a problem for Mhamad! Just yesterday, among the Soviet hostages and a large number of civilians released in the heavy rain, one of them was Dana's intelligence personnel.

Dana has successfully organized a strict intelligence agency in Jalalabadri. When Mhamad was surrounded with the guerrillas, Dana was anxious. She was thinking of various ways to rescue the guerrillas. The simplest and most reliable way was to dig tunnels and pick up the guerrillas. However, now there are Soviet people everywhere, and digging tunnels is also very difficult. The sound of digging is easily discovered by the Soviets.

In this heavy rain, Dana, who was surrounded by the encirclement, saw the intelligence officer coming out of the encirclement, received instructions from Mhamad and immediately took action. She brought more than a dozen intelligence officers to a furniture factory on the bank of the river in the northwest of Jalalabad city.

There were countless logs piled up in a corner of the factory. Due to the heavy rain, the workers in the factory dispersed, leaving only a gatekeeper, who was also the intelligence personnel under Dana. After learning about Dana's purpose, the gatekeeper did not hesitate and helped push the logs into the river together.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and at twelve o'clock in the evening, these logs flowed along the rushing river to the near the hospital. The people of Mhamad had been waiting by the river. In the heavy rain, they all jumped into the water, grabbed the logs, and rode on them.

Logs are used for furniture. Two people can't hold them together. Such a log can allow two or three people to ride on it. They just ride the logs downstream.

Originally, Mhamad was ready for battle. If the Soviets sniped by the river, he would take the people ashore and fight with the Soviets so that the remaining people could quickly go down the river.

Who knew that the Soviets didn't even turn on the searchlight. In this heavy rain, the searchlight could not reach a few meters and it was blurred in the rain. Moreover, the heavy rain soaked the wires. There was a risk of leakage, so they simply turned off the searchlight.

As for the guerrillas who would escape along the river, the Soviet soldiers guarding him would not believe that they were killed. Now the river is flooded! The water speed is very fast, and there will be flood peaks passing by. If they really go into the water, most of them will be drowned except for those with high swimming skills.

Under such heavy rain, they could not do anything. They hid in the house next to them and enjoyed the rare tranquility. For several days, they had not had a good rest. Today's heavy rain is a good time to rest.

How could they know that these guerrillas rode on logs and rolled down the flood, and in this way, they actually escaped.

They were naked, and were poured into the heavy rain and soaked in the water for several hours. Everyone felt exhausted. Their faces turned pale, but there were only smiles on their faces.

It's out! It's finally out!

Originally, they were already ready in the encirclement of Jalalabad. Under the layers of surrounds like the Soviets, their greatest wish was to kill a few more Soviets, and they never thought they could come out alive.

Now, the one who leads them to create miracles is the god-like existence of the Jalalabad guerrillas, Lord Mhamad!

Mhamad took off almost all his clothes. He could not make fire here, and it was easy to expose his target. He could only wrung the water in his clothes hard, and then wiped his body clean. The wet clothes were next to his skin, making it easy to get sick.

Stand on the branches, waiting for the clothes to be dried by the wind and sunbathed in the warm sun, Mhamad felt that such a day seemed very comfortable.

"His Excellency Mhamad, thank you for saving these guerrillas." At this moment, a voice came from Mhamad.

The person who spoke was Masoud. At this time, Masoud said, his words were full of gratitude, self-blame, and...

"I was wrong. I thought that attacking Jalalabad would allow the guerrillas to have a more suitable base and make us grow stronger. Now I know that with the strength of our guerrillas, we cannot compete with the regular Soviet troops head-on." Masoud said.

All the guerrillas calmed down and looked at Masood. When they were surrounded, when the people around them were constantly destroyed by the Soviets, they were angry at Masood, and this man took them to death.

At the same time, they are now full of gratitude to Mhamad, who saved them and allowed them to escape from the encirclement.

Now, the proud Masood has made such a statement.

"The Soviets were powerful, and our road was very difficult," said Mhamad. "The Soviets had planes, tanks and cannons, and we only had light weapons in our hands. Our strength was very weak."

At this time, Mhamad was naked and the mountain wind kept blowing, and the rest of the guerrillas around him were the same. The scene was very funny, but Mhamad's words were clearly imprinted into everyone's mind.

"So, we must unite!" Mhamad said: "We are surrounded by the Soviets, but the Soviets still dare not attack us directly because we still have four or five hundred people. If we are united, we will gather into a powerful force!"

Seeing these guerrillas concentrating, Mhamad couldn't help but feel secretly happy in his heart. These guerrillas were indeed very fooling.

"His Excellency Mhamad, we all listen to you. We should unite and form a powerful force!" A guerrilla member shouted. Anyway, the guerrillas in his place were fighting only him. Seeing that the Jalalabad guerrillas were so capable of fighting and their weapons were so advanced, he had wanted to join.

"Yes, we will unite and become a force!"

"Yes, we need to unite!"

The guerrillas surrounding Mhamad expressed their opinions, and those who were far away, although they also expressed their opinions, their eyes were hesitant.

Mhamad knew that this was the best opportunity. Now, with the help of this escape, Mhamad has established a tall image among these people and established prestige. At this time, it is a good opportunity to gather everyone together.

Of course, some people are not willing to do so. Mhamad has a way to deal with such people.

"Now, our strength has reached its weakest time," Mhamad said. "In Jalalabad, we lost half of our brothers. If we don't unite, we will be defeated by the Soviets. So, I decided."

Mhamad paused, and everyone around him held their breath and listened to what Mhamad was about to say.

"The people here are merged into a new guerrilla team called the Afghan Free Army. We will shed our last drop of blood to drive away the Soviets!" Mhamad said: "For hundreds and thousands of years, our Afghanistan has endured too much suffering. We are oppressed by foreign forces. Now, we are fighting for our freedom! Long live the great Afghanistan!"

"Long live!" The soldiers who originally belonged to the Jalalabad guerrillas shouted, and then the rest of the soldiers who were willing to join also shouted, and the sounds rose and rose. So everyone raised their right arms and shouted: "Long live!"

"We will be divided into three legions," said Mhamad. "In the mountains in the north of Jalalabad, the first regiment of the Free Army, the Panjshir Valley region, the second regiment of the Free Army, the Wakhan Corridor, and the third regiment of the Free Army, we echo each other and fight together!"

There are only more than 500 people in total, at most three companies. But now, Mhamad divides them into three regiments, because Mhamad knows that his team will gradually grow, and in the future it will not only be a regiment, but may also be expanded into divisions.

The mountainous area in the northern part of Jalalabad is the old base of Mhamad, which is the root of Mhamad, and the Panjhir Valley is the only place for the Soviets to transport materials. Fighting guerrillas there is to fight heavy punches on the weakness of the Soviets, and the Wakhan Corridor is the passage for the arms transportation of Mhamad. Mhamad must protect the safety there, and the third regiment is also responsible for weapons transportation.

"We don't force our brothers who are unwilling to join the Free Army." Mhamad said: "As long as we fight the Soviets, we are still good brothers. I am willing to send team members with skilled combat skills in the team to guide you in the battle. Everyone has seen it in the past few days that our guerrillas have a lot of new equipment."

After saying that, Mhamad carried the weapon of a guerrilla player next to him and said, "Look, this is called the stinger missile, which is specially used to fight female deer."

The forced melon is not sweet, not everyone is willing to join. For these people, forcing them to join will only cause instability in the army. If the instructors are sent to see these new things, they will definitely welcome them. After a long time, the instructors will be able to control their guerrillas. At that time, will they still obey their own command? At the same time, in order to completely control and change the status quo here, it is time to establish a political party based on the Free Army, but this matter must be carried out slowly.
Chapter completed!