Abud Mohammed is the commander of the Afghan Islamic Guard, who is one of the newly established national military forces of the Republic of Afghanistan and is also the most combative armed force in the national guards. (1_1)

During the decades of the British-Arab War, the Islamic Guard, mainly the Pashtuns, has always been the main force in the anti-British war. Its extremely fierce and tenacious combat effectiveness has caused great headaches for the British and Indian army, and has suffered losses in the competition with it several times.

In the past, the regular army of the British Empire could be defeated by backward weapons. Now the Islamic Guard is equipped with Enfield rifles from Britain, and its combat effectiveness has increased greatly. This fanatical religious armed force can pay any price to protect the holy land from invasion.

Now, this army that once caused great losses to the British are moving forward in the night. They are light-fitting, climbing mountains and wading like walking on flat ground, and are heading towards Wakhan City under the cover of night.

Wakhan City is the name of Afghans. On the Central Plains map, it is marked as Pamir City. It is located on the westernmost side of the Empire Pamir Corridor (Wakhan Corridor). It is the largest immigrant town in China on the Sino-Arab border. More than a decade ago, the surrounding Pamir City was included in the imperial territory. However, many Afghan Pashtun people still stubbornly believe that the Pamir and even the Wakhan Corridor should be the land of the Pashtun people.

The Pashtuns are the main ethnic group in Afghanistan and belong to the white Indo-Europeans. Since the Islamization of Central Asia, the Pashtun nation gradually formed has gradually become a fierce and bloodthirsty fanatical religious nation.

The old king who has signed a boundary survey treaty with the Chinese has fled to the Buhada Khanate, a vassal state of the Chinese in Central Asia. Some Afghan religious radicals have naturally believed that they should be declared invalid.

A few days ago, the Chinese border guards crossed the border and entered the Afghan area, defeated an armed force that the Chinese were deemed responsible for the attack on the Chinese caravan, and captured several leaders of the armed forces, one of which was Abude's younger brother.

Abud was about to attack the Pamirs and rescue his younger brother and imprisoned siblings from the devil.

The gods will whip the faces and backs of the disbelief, causing them to die, saying, "Try the punishment of fire!"

Abud firmly believed in the scriptures that under the guidance of Allah, they could defeat the evil British pagans. They forced these pagans to surrender and give them gold, silver and weapons. Pagans from the East would also be punished by the fire of Allah.

Yes, he firmly believes in this.

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The battle started almost in an instant.

The Pamir is located in the fortress of the Sino-Arab border. It is built beside the mountains and is a stone city that combines the oriental style. Every 100 meters of the city wall, a tower-shaped artillery tower is erected. From a distance, the castle is thick and the houses in the city are stretched along the mountains and are magnificent. No wonder Afghans gradually believe that Wakhan City is their sky city, and the Chinese are not qualified to live in such a clean holy land.

When the warning gunshots sounded, Zhang Xun, a guerrilla (battalion commander) of the Pamir Border Defense Battalion, was slapped the table and cursed at the main hall of the military headquarters. He had an unpleasant dispute with Bai Rugui, the mayor of Pamir City. Bai Rugui was extremely disagreeing with him. He led his team to cross the border to attack the Afghans. Bai Rugui was extremely dissatisfied. A powerful telegram from the State Council of the capital also said, "The rules of all countries, who will start the war first, even if the reason is correct." Bai Rugui took out a telegram to Zhang Xun, and even blamed Zhang Xun for not discussing with him in advance, and made a big fuss. (1_1)

Zhang Xun was twenty-seven years old this year. He was a young man who was involved in the army, and he had to be guerrillas. He was arrogant and he would always mention the emperor. He would kowtow to the emperor north before dinner. If he met the emperor's edict, even if he was an ordinary document from the royal family. If the civil servants did not kneel down to receive him, he could kick him down with one foot. Most civil servants who worked with him could not stand his temper. He called him "Pianshou" behind his back, which means that he should live in the Qing Dynasty and would definitely be promoted and wealthy.

Therefore, Bai Rugui blamed Zhang Xun for a call from a minister of the State Council, and Zhang Xun was immediately furious. Now the emperor's politics are two systems. Zhang Xun doesn't care much about the mayor of Paoling City. Moreover, before meeting Bai Rugui, he had just received a call from the Laining Military Region. Zuo Baogui, the deputy governor of the three western provinces, sent a message personally by Zuo Shuai, who encouraged him very much. How could he be willing to sell the account for Bai Rugui's criticism?

At the moment when the military headquarters was slamming the table and losing its temper, the phone ringing rang quickly. When the Xicheng Gate was attacked, the enemy's firepower was very strong, with mountain cannons helping, unlike scattered soldiers and yelling.

"Call the regiment headquarters." Although Zhang Xun was arrogant, he was extremely cautious when encountering wars. The enemy dared to attack Paoling City, and his security camp was afraid that it would be difficult to deal with it. More than 10,000 residents in Paoling City were alive, and Zhang Xun did not dare to be entrusted.

"I will take the firepower company to take a look. What kind of miscellaneous ideas are you going to attack me!" Zhang Xun picked up the belt with a gun holster and walked out. The orderly soldier Du Zhensheng hurriedly followed him. Du Zhensheng was a man with a high nose and deep eyes and a great complexion. He was a Tajik recruited from the Wakhan Corridor. Like many young people of all ethnic groups in Western Xinjiang, Du Zhensheng also changed his name to the Central Plains. Moreover, the most commonly used surname Du in the Tajiks is Zhang Xun's orderly soldier and a guard.

The city of Paoling is built beside the mountains, and only the west gate has roads in and out. At this time, gunfire sounds like rain on the corners of the city wall, which makes people's ears hurt like fried beans. At the foot of the mountain in the distance, balls of fire rose, and from time to time, shells hit the city wall, and stone chips flew everywhere.

In the fire, a golden Arab scimitar flag at the foot of the mountain appeared faintly. Du Zhensheng, who was watching behind the wall, said in surprise: "It's Abud's Islamic Guard." He is a Tajik native to the Wakhan Corridor. The fierce and cruel Abud tribe used to be a nightmare for their tribe. He has a deep memory of the emblem of the hideous Arab scimitar in the blood and fire.

"Battle, the British suffered a great loss in their hands, be careful." Du Zhensheng bravely reminded Zhang Xun.

Zhang Xun said coldly: "What Abud? The bullshit Islamic Guard, I will fuck him today." He sneered in a low voice: "The Holy City that has never been broken? The Holy City Guard that has won every battle is considered a fuck!" He shouted: "Zhang Dabang, come here. Blade brings me here!" Zhang Dabang is the general leader of firepower. Blade is the common name of the latest light machine gun in the Empire.

Du Zhensheng scratched his head. Although the camp said this, he obviously knew Abude's background. Otherwise, how could he know that the Abude tribe had the name of the guardian of the Holy City in Afghanistan?

At this time, Zhang Xun had kneeled down and prayed solemnly, just like before every time Pihuo went on battle, muttering, "Your Majesty, you are watching your servant kill the enemy for you in Beijing!"

The adjutants and staff officers who followed Zhang Xun were used to it, but Du Zhensheng saw this for the first time. He hurriedly knelt down with everyone. He was a new recruit. Although he had fired a gun during the suppression of bandits, he had only stayed in the mixed brigade composed of various tribes in the Western Regions. This was the first time he participated in the battle between the border guards troops of the Central Plains soldiers and officers. However, there were only hundreds of people on his side, but opposite him was a fierce brigade that he was scared from hearing it from his childhood. It was late at night, and the mountain road was difficult to move, and the reinforcements would not know when they arrived. If the reinforcements could not stand, once the city was broken, with Abude's cruelty, the whole city would be slaughtered completely. His wife and mother would not escape this disaster.

Thinking of this section, Du Zhensheng felt like a big rock was pressing on his heart, as if he couldn't breathe.

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In the darkness at the foot of the mountain, Abude, who was riding on a horse, looked as heavy as a rock. The Chinese were extremely alert. The sentry seemed to have informed the city with special messages a few miles away. The original surprise attack turned into a strong attack, while the corner towers that seemed to be built for whitewashing were hidden everywhere. They suddenly turned into dense firepower nets. The sound of heavy machine guns that seemed to never stop was like a harvester strangling blood. I don’t know how many lives of warriors in other tribes who charge like waves.

Abude had never read Chinese soldiers. He didn't know what it means to "work in one go, then decline again. Three times exhausted", but he knew that the battle started in the middle of the night is almost dawn today, and his children's morale is gradually declining, and thousands of people are unable to perform in front of this stone city. He heard that there were only a few hundred Chinese officers and soldiers in this stone city, but he did not want the strong firepower and tenacious resistance to be far beyond his imagination.

When dawn is dawn, Abude will re-examine the stone city and find its weaknesses. He does not believe that the Holy Warriors Legion, which has defeated the British regular army, will not be able to do anything to a few hundred pagans.

He did not act recklessly when attacking Pamir City. He had already investigated the deployment of Chinese troops and the terrain was dangerous. The Chinese reinforcements would arrive as early as the afternoon, and the number of people would not be large. Abude was very confident that he would swallow the reinforcements.

Without such a steep defense, the pagans would have long been submerged in the blazing flames that Allah had sprinkled.

"Children, punish the despicable and shameless pagans in the name of Allah!" Not far away, his servant was shouting loudly. Immediately, the sound of "Hull" like a tide rushed straight into the sky in the darkness. In the fire, the fanatical emotions filled the chest of each Holy Patriarch soldier. Even if there was a cliff ahead, they would rush down without hesitation.

Looking at the enthusiastic faces of the warriors, Abud's blood surged, and his just low mood swept away. Yes, the invincible Islamic Guard shoulders the heavy responsibility of punishing all pagans. The pagans in the city should tremble in Allah's anger.

"Warriors, there are pagans from the East ahead, kill them all!" As the attendant's loud shouts, countless black shadows leaped up and surged up like a tide.

At this moment, a huge explosion suddenly sounded near the left, screaming endlessly, followed by the dense machine gun shooting sound, the unique rhythm of the Eastern Empire's continuous machine gun seemed to be less than two hundred meters away from Abude.

Abud was stunned. What's going on? With a bang, he was knocked down by the guard beside him, and the stray bullet flew by, and his war horse fell to the ground with a wail.

The soldiers in the middle section of the second column, waiting for the charge, encountered a sudden blow and immediately became in chaos. The first column that had just launched the charge also had chaos. At this time, the sound of killing was shocking, and the west city gate suddenly opened. Chinese soldiers jumped out and launched a scattered charge from a high place. Grenades and mortar shells fell like raindrops. I don’t know who was shouting: “Chinese people, there are Chinese people everywhere.” The Islamic soldiers of the first column were already depressed, and the fanaticism that had just been motivated was suddenly poured on cold water and immediately defeated.

Just as Abud was shouting for the soldiers to assemble, the signal flares that were rising from afar made Abud feel a little cold, but he didn't believe that the Chinese reinforcements would arrive so quickly. Just when he was still wondering whether the pagans were making a fool of themselves, gunfire sounded loudly in the south, and the column serving as a warning shot the signal flares and encountered fierce attacks from the enemy.

Abud did not hesitate anymore and hurriedly ordered the servants to order the entire army to retreat. In the darkness, screams and gunfire were everywhere, and it was not until dawn that it stopped intermittently.

At dawn, the mountains and fields were covered with corpses left by Muslims. Although Du Zhensheng had two blood marks of stray bullets on his face, life and death were only on the front line, but he was very excited at this moment.

Among the warriors who had just rushed into the Muslim center and made it bloom inside, Du Zhensheng was among the warriors who had arrived. After receiving the news that reinforcements were about to arrive, Zhang Xun wanted to lead a reinforced platoon to raid the enemy's rear. Du Zhensheng couldn't persuade him to go to the battle. They left the city from the secret that they had originally dug to encounter the transfer of a strong enemy, but they did not expect that the tunnel entrance blocked by big stones was in the center of the enemy. Just when Du Zhensheng thought the camp would order a retreat, the camp shouted and pushed away the stone. The soldiers of the reinforced platoon seemed to be the same as the camp. As soon as they rushed out, they threw out the grenades they carried with them like raindrops. After throwing the grenades, the light and heavy weapons were fired wildly. In this sudden and fierce firepower, a huge chaos finally turned into a global collapse.

"Damn it, it's ugly to die!" Zhang Xun cursed and kicked a corpse away, leaning against a broad-leaved tree. He lit a cigarette and glanced at Du Zhensheng and said, "Little Duzi, are you satisfied?" In the past, the camp called him Xiao Duzi, and he was so tall that he couldn't say anything, but he felt that he should do it at this time.

He never expected that the combat effectiveness of the soldiers of the Central Plains Empire was so strong. Just a border battalion, not the legendary elite troops with royal numbers, but almost without reinforcements, he defeated the demon king Abude. More than 6,000 fanatical believers, and they were defeated in the blink of an eye. Moreover, they were equipped with excellent and authentic British goods. The power of the Eastern Empire was really shocking.

Zhang Xun threw a cigarette to the adjutant at this time and said with a smile: "I have said a long time ago that Abude is a candid who is strong outside and is a candid guy." He didn't say a few words. It would be fine if Abude relied on the guerrilla tactics to make the British suffer a little, but now he has gathered people to play an authentic positional battle. He really doesn't know how much he has.

Not far away, Bai Rugui, the mayor of Pamir City, rushed over with several followers. When he saw the corpses all over the ground, his face changed color and his nose was covered. When he came to Zhang Xun, his face turned pale and said, "Look, it's all your disputes. Zhang Guerrilla, I told you that killing a few people is easy, but it arouses the indignation of the local people. Western Xinjiang will be unstable from now on, and you will not escape. This official will definitely report the truth."

After winning a big victory with almost no casualties, Zhang Xun originally smiled and thought he would be polite to himself. After hearing what Bai Rugui said, his lungs were almost irritated and his face was pulled down, "You can complain wherever you like, I'm not afraid of you!"

Bai Rugui's face looked even more ugly, and he shook his sleeves and turned around.

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