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Chapter 121 Three regiments

"At the same time, I will contact those who support us and ask them to continue to support weapons, which can be allocated to your guerrillas. The specific quota will be decided by the instructor." Mhamad said.

Mhamad's words made them even more happy. In the past, they joined the alliance just to get Western support. Now, Mr. Mhamad has his own channels to find Westerners to ask for weapons. That would be great! The alliance has been stingy and unwilling to give more weapons. Now with Mr. Mhamad, what else do you need the alliance?

Mhamad knew that the conditions he offered touched everyone.

"Masood, what choice do you Panjhir guerrillas make? Should you join the Free Army or should I send instructors?" Mhamad asked Masood on the side.

Ma Sude smiled bitterly in his heart. Do he have any choice?

In this attack on Jalalabad, he had a quarrel with Mhamad and almost started to do it. The facts now proved that Mhamad was correct. So many guerrilla soldiers died, so he was enough to shoot him. It was His Excellency Mhamad who came forward to save him.

Masood knew that in terms of ability, he was indeed not as good as Mhamad. Although the Tajiks were usually arrogant, they were also aware of the current affairs and were grateful for their gratitude.

Moreover, the task of the Second Regiment of the Free Army of His Excellency Mhamad was to fight guerrillas in the Panjhir area, which clearly stated His Excellency Mhamad's position, and Masud knew very well what he should do.

"Only unity can we have freedom in Afghanistan. We, Panjshir guerrillas, are willing to join the Free Army and fight the Soviets together until we drive the Soviets out!" said Masoud.

The largest guerrillas have joined. The rest have also expressed their participation, with only one or two small guerrillas and are willing to invite instructors sent by Mhamad.

Mhamad was not polite, and immediately allocated the three legions. The people who stayed here now include Mhamad. There were a total of 623 people. In addition to thirty-one people who were unwilling to join, there were 592 people, and the number of people in each legion was less than 200.

Mhamad would not leave the same guerrillas together and disrupt them all. For example, the Panjhir guerrillas were evenly divided into three regiments. The meaning of Mhamad was very simple. In this way, each legion had people from all over the place, and could be familiar with the terrain of any region in the north, so as to facilitate maneuvering combat when necessary.

Everyone nodded in agreement, but only Masud knew that this Mhamad was not simple at all. If you do this, the risk of internal struggle would be eliminated invisibly. Regarding the means of controlling military power, Mhamad was unambiguous.

When assigned to the legion commander, they were all from Mhamad, the first regiment commander Hwaja, the second regiment commander Durani, and the third regiment commander Fahim.

Durani was still leading the fifty cavalry in the mountains. After joining, Durani would take over as the commander of the second regiment. The fifty cavalry would directly belong to Mhamad and become a guard battalion and artillery battalion. Mhamad did not hold a specific position on the surface, but the entire army belonged to him completely.

Fashim is also a member of Mhamad. After the conflict with Masood, Fashim stood firmly on Mhamad's side. Now, Fashim has become the leader of the third regiment, and is actually a transport captain.

In the mountains in eastern Jalalabad, by the flooded Kabul River, the strongest legion in Afghanistan was born. These guerrillas, who were naked and had just dried their clothes by the cold wind, had infinite strength surged in their chests. They were no longer alone. They were an army! They would flee the Soviets under the leadership of His Excellency Mhamad!

The team continued to move forward, Mhamad looked at Osama who was walking silently on the side, followed him and said, "Osama, are you unhappy?"

"No, why can't I feel unhappy?" Osama said.

"You are looking forward to it when I announce the name of the leader," said Mhamad.

"No, how could I want to be the leader?" Osama continued.

Osama could not hide it from Mhamad. He knew it when he looked at Osama's eyes. Mhamad continued to walk beside Osama and said, "Originally, I planned to appoint the commander of the Third Regiment as yours, but then I thought, you have a more important task."

More important mission? Osama immediately turned his head and looked at Mhamad: "What mission?"

"Our cavalry," said Mhamad. "They were dragging rocket launchers and were the most powerful troops. Just last night, they attacked Bagram Air Base and fought so well."

"His Excellency Mhamad, do you want me to be the captain of that team?" Osama said.

"Yes," said Mhamad, "that cavalry is my direct guard."

Osama immediately smiled on his face: "His Excellency Mhamad, I will faithfully complete my mission!"

Thinking of the rockets falling from the sky and exploding on the Soviets' heads, Osama felt excited.

"His Excellency Mhamad, you did not give the post of Commander Masood. Will he be dissatisfied?" Osama said to Mhamad in a low voice.

Originally, Osama thought that the leader of the Second Regiment would become Masood. After all, he was originally the leader of Panjshir's guerrillas.

"He won't." Mhamad said lightly: "No matter where he is, he will fight the Soviets and fight to liberate Afghanistan."

Mhamad would not be so stupid. He finally tamed Masood and gave him a position as leader. Soon, his self-confidence will surge again. Mhamad will not take care of Masood's emotions and give him such an important position. In many cases, suppressing a person will convince the other party.

The Soviets were siegeing fiercely. Seeing the guerrillas being surrounded by all, they could almost eliminate the rebellion in the north in one fell swoop. From Moscow to offensive troops, they were all waiting for the final moment to kill the guerrillas.

In this case, the sudden change of straits and without any warning, these guerrillas ran away without a trace, and at the same time, news of the bombing of Bagram's base was spread.

On the land of Afghanistan, these news were spreading. Unconsciously, it turned into the fact that His Excellency Mhamad led the guerrillas to fight a war with the Soviets in Jalalabad, killing many Soviets. Then, he ran to Bagram, bombed all the planes there, and killed tens of thousands of Soviets.

The news kept spreading, and Mhamad became a tall image.

His Excellency Mhamad is as strong as a cow! He can lift the Soviets with one hand!

When His Excellency Mhamad was able to use a rifle, he shot down the Soviet plane!

Mhamad has completely become a hero among the people, and even children know about Mhamad's deeds.

Another news also came. His Excellency Mhamad created an army! Afghan Free Army! This army is dedicated to fighting the Soviets!

Many young Afghan men sneaked out of their homes, wanting to join the Afghan Free Army and fight for freedom!

The situation in the north was about to calm down, but it began to fall into chaos again.

Panjhill Valley.

"Boom, rumble." The diesel engine roared. A convoy walked hard in the valley.

The wreckage of the car can be seen on the roadside, and since the guerrillas have rekindled. Fights have occurred here almost every day.

The Soviet Union dispatched almost all the transport planes to transport supplies to Bagram. The bombed aircraft needed maintenance, parts, and technicians. Just transporting these was consumed. All the Soviet air transport forces were needed, so the task of transporting supplies to 100,000 troops could only fall to the ground transport team.

The Panjieshir Valley has become a headache for every officer and soldier in the transport convoy. However, they must bite the bullet.

For transportation, the Soviet Union also invested a lot. This transport team had only more than fifty cars, but five Shilehe self-propelled anti-aircraft guns were accompanied by them. At the same time, there were five modified anti-aircraft trucks, almost every four cars were mixed with one anti-aircraft gun.

Practice has proved that when walking in mountains, anti-aircraft guns are the best choice. They have a large firing angle and can easily hit the mountain. They have strong firepower. Wherever there are guerrillas, they will open fire violently, especially Shilehe, four-barrel 23mm anti-aircraft guns, fully automatic shooting, and in a few seconds, the target position will be broken.

In order to protect the convoy, the Soviets invested a lot, and the cost of a Shile River self-propelled anti-aircraft gun was equivalent to the materials transported.

At the same time, such a convoy came over, which did have a sufficient deterrent effect. Half of the Panjieshir Valley had left, and there was no contact with the guerrillas.

It seems they are very sensible.

The commander of the transport team was relieved. Every time he walked here, he seemed to be walking on the line of life and death. Those who had a way out hoped to transfer out of the transport team as soon as possible. Only those who were unlucky would be sent to perform such a task.

Keep walking and leave the valley quickly!

You can't stay here. The small towns in the valley are full of guerrilla spies. You stay for one night and don't know how to die the next day.

After walking for a few more hours, the soldiers of the nervous convoy were already exhausted. They were still staring at the mountains on both sides. The Bagram Air Force Base was still resting. There was no female deer here to protect them for the time being, and everything was left to rely on themselves.

There is another mountain, and it will be safe after crossing that mountain.

On one side of the hillside, Dulani looked at the arrival of the transport convoy with a telescope and the protected anti-aircraft guns. He knew that this was a hard bone to crack. The harder it was, the more interested he was!

"Please note, I've aimed at it. If anyone off the target, I won't come to fight for a week!" Dulani whispered. On the side behind him, the anti-tank missile launcher lying on the ground was ready. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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