Sayav, the Pashtun people, first founded the Islamic Alliance of Afghan jihadists, and later merged with several other organizations to form an institution of the same name, heading Peshawar and commanding the battle of the jihadists in Afghanistan.

Although the alliance was a loose organization at the beginning of its establishment, Sayav's mind was of course more than that. A qualified politician must have a longer-term vision. He had long been planning the post-war situation.

As the special envoy of the alliance, Niko Pudding contacted those guerrillas was actually a move that Sayav took to unify the leadership of these guerrillas.

Unfortunately, Niko Pudding failed and fell into the Soviet conspiracy. In the end, he made the instructor named Mhamad!

Sayav listened to the noisy words of the people below and looked outside the tent. This was the largest refugee camp. Many jihadists were trained to become soldiers here and sent back to Afghanistan to participate in the battle.

Now, the reputation of Mhamad's Free Army has spread here, and many young men hope to join this Free Army.

The Afghan Free Army has become more and more famous, and the Alliance has lost all its voice. The Alliance's strength is getting smaller and smaller, and many guerrillas have gone to join the Free Army.

"I think, just throw away that Mhamad! He is a scourge!" another man shouted.

"No, he is an instructor sent by Pakistan. If we kill him and are discovered by Pakistan, it will cause strong dissatisfaction. We are now completely dependent on Pakistan's support for us and we must not offend Pakistan!" Another voice said.

He was an instructor sent by Pakistan! Hearing this voice, Sayav immediately slapped the table: "There is a way!"

"Bang!" A loud noise came from the table, and everyone present was stunned: "What's the solution?"

"I will go to see Chief of Staff of Musha Afghanistan immediately!" Sayav said: "All the instructors were withdrawn from Afghanistan last year, only Mhamad is the instructor! I will ask them to transfer back to Mhamad instructor! Our guerrillas have grown up and there is no need for instructors. Instructor Mhamad has fought in Afghanistan for so long, and it is time to go back to Pakistan to enjoy a comfortable life."

After saying that, Sayav said to one of the people below: "Harris. Go with me, that instructor Mhamad, but went to your guerrillas."

After hearing Sayav's words, everyone was stunned at first, and then applauded.

Not bad! Mhamad is a Pakistani native and has nothing to do with Afghanistan. He was just an instructor sent. At that time, Sayav made a request to the Peshawar Military Region, and the guerrillas that Mhamad went to were organized by Harris.

On the surface, this is completely reasonable. It is normal for Pakistan to call back the instructors he sent. At that time, only the instructors were invited, not the leader.

The cold wind outside was blowing, and the autumn of 1982 came a little early.

Faced with the cold wind, Mhamad returned to Peshawar. I remembered that the last time I came back was a year ago, and Mhamad was a little excited. After more than a year, he finally achieved success. The guerrillas of all ethnic groups in northern Afghanistan united. The Afghan Free Army was established to fight against the Soviets together. This was a good start. The deep friendship formed on the battlefield can resolve the hatred between tribes over the years.

The military headquarters is still in the city of Peshawar. When Mhamad walked to the gate, he took out his ID.

After reading the ID, the sentry saluted Mhamad and said, "Welcome, Panjshir Lion."

Pan Jieshir lion? Mhamad was stunned. Are you talking about yourself?

Taking a step forward, with questions, Mhamad walked into the military headquarters and headed towards the familiar chief of staff's office.

"Report." Mhamad shouted, and after getting the approval from inside, Mhamad pushed the door and entered.

"Welcome back, Panjhir lion." Musha Af stood up from his seat and said to Mhamad.

Panjshir lion, is he talking about himself? Mhamad touched his nose and said, "Report, Army Lieutenant Mhamad, come and report. Fight in the mountains of Afghanistan for one year, please give instructions."

"Col. Mhamad, your superiors are very satisfied with your battle in Afghanistan this year." Musha Afgh said: "I'm going to get you back this time to reward you."

Commendation? Wait, Colonel Mhamad was stunned: "Chief of Staff, are you wrong? I am the second lieutenant."

The second lieutenant was the lieutenant, captain, major, lieutenant colonel, and the colonel, which was five levels short of the lieutenant!

How could I be promoted from second lieutenant to colonel? It is impossible, absolutely impossible.

"Yes, it's colonel." Musha Af said: "In view of your heroic battle in the mountains of northern Afghanistan, your superiors have specially awarded you the rank of colonel. This time I asked you to come back, it's this reward. At the same time... I appointed you as the Chief of Staff of the Peshawar Military Region, which is where I am now, and will be yours soon."

Colonel? Chief of Staff of Peshawar Military Region? Mhamad's brain has not reacted for the time being. What's going on?

"This is an order for promotion and commendation for you." Musha Af said, bringing out a document.

Mhamad took it and opened it, looking at the handwriting inside, which was handwritten, and at the last signing, he saw a name flying dragon and phoenix dance.

Zia Hak, this name seems to be very familiar. Mhamad thought in his mind, wait, isn't this the name of the president of Pakistan?

This is a tough soldier. In 1977, he launched a military coup and came to power and became the president of Pakistan. Although the position of this president is not right, he has implemented the correct economic policies and Pakistan's economy has improved significantly in recent years, becoming the richest region in South Asia and has also gained support from the people.

"This is a commendation order signed by the President himself." Musha Af said: "You are the first in recent years. Now, the entire army is taking you as an example. You are the honor of our Pakistani soldiers!"

The promotion of ordinary troops is difficult at one level, but it is different on the battlefield. With military achievements, promotion is easy. For those like Mhamad, it is even rare to unify the guerrillas in northern Afghanistan and fight the Soviets together. President Zia Hak was very satisfied with Mhamad, promoted him to the colonel and arranged for the Peshawar Military Region.

In a military region, there can only be one chief of staff, and he becomes the chief of staff. What about Musha Af in front of him?

"Chief of Staff, what about you?" asked Mhamad.

"I will become the commander of the military region." Musha Af said: "For your blessing, I have also been promoted once. The original commander was promoted once and returned to Islamabad."

Mhamad's mind gradually became clearer, and the suspicion that had just emerged in his mind became clearer and clearer.

"The troops in the mountains of Afghanistan are waiting for my command. What if I take over as the Chief of Staff here?" asked Mhamad.

If Mhamad chooses, although the position of Chief of Staff of the Military Region is dazzling, he still wants to fight with those soldiers, and Mhamad cannot do without it.

"Col. Mhamad, you sent it in the name of the instructor. Now, those from the Afghan Mujahideen Islamic Union have asked us to transfer you as the instructor." Musha Afghan said: "Procedurally, this is completely legal."

So that's it! Suddenly, Mhamad understood that it was those people who were making trouble!

"Chief of Staff, the situation is very chaotic, and now I can only deal with the complicated tribal issues." Mhamad said: "If I go back to Peshawar, it will be a mess again."

In the past, Mhamad might have had a good impression of that alliance and believed that they were heroes to rescue Afghanistan. But now, Mhamad has completely recognized that the top leaders of those alliances are just conspirators and cannot even be considered a politician.

They saw themselves organizing the Free Army and couldn't wait to reclaim the army into their arms.

This is absolutely not possible! It is not that you are greedy for power, but that you do not want to see that like in later generations, the war in Afghanistan will never end and all Afghan people will suffer.

"In the war with India eleven years ago, one of my good brothers died on the battlefield." Musha Af said: "He once mentioned that he had a younger brother named Mhamad Kamaran."

Mhamad didn't know why Musha Av said this, but he knew that the man was his brother, and he inherited all his memories. The bearded brother died on the battlefield where he fought against India.

"At that time, I promised him to take good care of his younger brother. Unfortunately, I didn't find him until two years ago. At that time, he had been sent to be an instructor." Mushah Af's words were very calm, as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with him, but he would never forget it. Muhammad Kamaran threw him down and lay on him. The shell exploded a few meters away. Muhammad was covered in blood. If it weren't for him, he would have died long ago.

The last promotion and this callback were recommended by Musha Ahhv. After meeting with the leaders of the alliance, Musha Ahhv made up his mind.

"You have shed a lot of blood for Afghanistan, you have become a hero, Mhamad, you will rise to the top in the Pakistani army and continue to rise." Musha Af said: "You have enough capital, Mhamad, I promised your brother to take good care of you." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!