Afghanistan is composed of nearly 300 tribes of all sizes. The largest is the Pashtun tribe, and the Tajik tribe is the Tajik tribe. In history, there were various grudges between these tribes, ignorance and backwardness were the root of tribal conflicts.

In the northern part of Jalalabad, the Pashtun population is not large, and the Tajiks are the majority. These people formed a guerrilla team and originally planned to do a big fight, but they found that they could not even have enough food, lacked weapons and ammunition, and they had no ability to fight tough battles at all.

However, the guys from the Pashtun tribe actually went to Jalalabad and blew up the airport! They destroyed dozens of planes and killed hundreds of Soviet people! With this contribution, the guerrillas around them could not raise their heads at all!

This was full of jealousy, as if the beloved woman had been stolen. James originally planned to let them lead the way for him and find Mhamad, but now, it seems that this idea has been shattered.

If I had suggested that Mhamad came, I might have been driven out of the cave now.

"His Excellency James, we also want heavy machine guns." Ramall said: "If there is a heavy machine gun on the top of the hill, we can both masturbate planes and armored vehicles, we will not have enough confidence to fight the Soviets!"

Listening to Ramal's words, James couldn't help but have a word in his heart, idiot, do you think a heavy machine gun can solve the female deer? No wonder you have never had any results!

James had a smile on his face: "Okay, I will apply to the above."

The atmosphere of chatting in the cave is quite friendly, and it is almost dawn.

Now is the most sleepy time for a man. The soldier guarding the AKM automatic rifle outside felt a little fighting on his eyelids. He closed his eyes and wanted to open it again, but he couldn't open it anymore.

There was already snoring in his nose, he was too tired.

He did not notice that a ball of snow was slowly moving towards him beside him. The ball of snow was getting closer and closer, until he was beside him, the ball of snow suddenly changed shape, stretched out two hands, held a shiny saber in his right hand, and covered his mouth from behind with his left hand.

Blood flowed out of the neck, and the hot blood spurted out, dyeing the nearby ground red.

His body twitched twice, and then he stood still.

Krisevic rubbed the man's sword twice, rubbed the blood on it clean, and put it back on his waist.

Behind, dozens of snow balls followed.

There are no other sentries around, and this guerrilla team is really bad in vigilance!

Although Gilkochakin was still a little strange, the donkeys carrying goods had not been seen. Did they send them to local people's homes after the load was completed?

No matter so many, in short, after following the guerrillas, I found this place. The cave looked quite small, and it should be the guerrillas' base.

Then, the following task is to eliminate the guerrillas here!

Separating into two teams and standing on both sides of the entrance of the cave, Gilkotagkin made a gesture to Krisevich.

Krisevic took out a grenade from his body, pulled the pull ring away, and threw it in.

"His Excellency James, we also want to go to Peshawar for military training. Can you contact the Islamic League of Afghanistan Mujahideen?" Ramal continued to ask James.

It was indeed a small guerrilla team that was not organized. Just as James was about to answer, he suddenly heard a small voice.

"Dong."

This was the sound of something thrown in from outside! James was shocked and almost without thinking. James immediately shouted: "Look down!"

The cave was too narrow. The explosion of a grenade could kill many people. James pressed the pot next to him on his body as he fell down.

Lying down? Ramale hadn't reacted yet, suddenly, a huge fireball appeared, accompanied by a deafening explosion.

"Boom!" With the explosion, countless pieces flew over, and screams from the surrounding guerrillas suddenly came.

This is just the beginning.

When the explosion sounded, even more terrifying sounds came from outside.

"Dadadadadadadadadadadadadadada." With the gunshots, several Soviet soldiers rushed in. Their ak74 rifles had been adjusted in succession. They immediately fired without hesitation wherever they could see people.

Kill, kill all these guerrillas! The Soviets had no mercy at all.

The victory came too easily. When Gilkochakin walked into the cave, he saw corpses around him, only one guerrilla was left behind. The guy was wearing Soviet military boots and a pistol carrying a pistol, like a leader.

At this moment, a shrapnel was caught in his arm, and he was still trembling and trying to take out his pistol.

"Bang." Gilkochakin kicked the guy down, and at the same time stepped on the wound with his feet.

"Ah." Ramal suddenly screamed.

"Where is Mhamad?" Gilkochakin asked Ramal, who was suffering.

"I don't know!" said Ramal.

"How come you don't know?" asked Gilkotagkin, while continuing to force his feet.

"He is the guerrillas of the Pashtun tribe, we are the Tajik tribe, and we have never been in contact with each other. How could I know?" Ramal said: "You Soviets who should go to hell, Allah will punish you! The guerrillas of Hwaja will kill you! It's useless for you to kill me, my soul will go to see Allah."

"Okay, then I'll kill you!" Krisevic took out his saber.

Gilkochakin stopped Krisevic with his eyes. It was obvious that his side had attacked by mistake this time. This place was just a small guerrilla team, not the one from Mhamad.

The guerrillas all interact with each other. If you don’t know where Mhamad is, Gilkotagkin will definitely not believe it.

However, torture the Afghan guerrillas is useless. These guys are all dead and hard elements. Only those KGB's interrogation experts with rich experience can pry open their mouths in modern ways.

"Call the base, send a helicopter, Krisevic, send an infantry squad to take him back for interrogation," said Gilkotzkin.

There was no more living in the cave. Gilkocha King Kong wanted to order a retreat when he suddenly saw the big pot on one side. At this time, the big pot was trembling.

Gilkotagkin made a gesture, and Krisevic slowly touched it and suddenly lifted the pot.

Below is a blue-eyed foreigner!

It turns out there is a big fish here!

James just hid under the cauldron and thought he could escape. Now, he was pointed at by several guns. James knew that he was about to enter another life, so he was taken away by them, sent to the KGB, and to the Soviet Union. He probably wouldn't return to the United States until the end of the war.

James didn't have the courage to commit suicide.

"Take him back," said Gilkotakin. "He must have known more about the guerrillas in Mhamad."

Outside, the sky has become brighter.

Hwaja looked at everything around him, looking at the two guerrillas riding back on horseback.

"What, haven't James been found yet?" Hwaja asked.

Yesterday, after walking for two hours, Hwaja felt something was wrong. It was dangerous to leave James there alone. He immediately sent someone to search for it. Unexpectedly, he only saw the traces of the burning fire, and James was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, Hwaja even felt an ominous premonition. Snowflakes had begun to float in the sky, and James must have lost his way!

Just like that, I searched for a night.

There was a sound of horse hooves coming from afar. Hwaja looked at the people running towards him, which was his own guerrillas, and the one who was leading was Mhamad.

Last night, Hwaja sent someone to send the news back at the same time, and Mhamad arrived overnight.

"What's going on?" Mhamad approached and asked Hwaja.

"Yesterday, James beat a pheasant and had to roast it at that time. I was anxious to transport these weapons, so I left James. He said he knew his way. As a result, when I sent someone to look for it in the evening, I never found it. James must have lost his way."

If it was just lost, it would be okay. Mhamad frowned. Now, what Mhamad is most worried about is not getting lost.

"Hwaja, carry these weapons and continue to return to the base." Mhamad said. In order to find James, Hwaja has been wasting time and can't delay any more.

At the same time, Mhamad rode his own horse and continued to search for the north with more than 20 guerrillas behind him.

This is the range of activities of a Tajik guerrilla team. If it weren't for transporting weapons, Mhamad wouldn't have come here. Now, James is missing here. He should go and visit this guerrilla team and ask them to help find the terrain here. They are more familiar with the terrain here.

"Durani, do you know the situation of the Tajik guerrillas nearby?" Mhamad asked Durani beside him.

"His instructor, this guerrilla team is not large in size, only thirty people, and there are no weapons. It was earlier than our guerrilla team. It has never fought any wars and has no combat power. Moreover, the leader of this guerrilla team is called Ramal, and he has some conflicts with our Pashtun tribe and has no contacts in normal times." Dulani said.

After saying that, Dulani was stunned: "Instructor, do you want to recruit this guerrilla team? This Ramale is very stubborn, so let's not put this effort into it."

Mhamad shook his head: "I just asked them to help find James."

Mhamad knew Durani's mind, and the hostility between the tribes was very strong. Regardless of whether this guerrilla team could be incorporated, once it was incorporated, Mhamad taught the military knowledge to the Tajiks. In the future, once the Tajiks turned against each other, they would become powerful enemies.

Only by resolving racial hatred and barriers can Afghanistan be truly powerful. Otherwise, whether it is the Soviet Union or the United States, they will only treat Afghanistan as a pawn, and Afghanistan will never have peace.

Now Mhamad has begun to make arrangements for the future.

After riding a horse and walking for a while, Mhamad suddenly grabbed the horse with a solemn expression.
Chapter completed!