As it turns out, although it has not been in contact with Hafizzola for a long time, Hafizzola still regards Yusuf as a close friend. At this moment, Yusuf looked at Hafizzola, who has become a hero of the Afghans, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

Since being threatened by the Soviets that day, Yousuf had to choose to surrender. Perhaps he was not so cowardly when he was 20 years old. He was used to living a life of submissiveness under the Soviets and getting used to the bond between his wife and children. His backbone was simply a luxury for Yousuf now. The Soviets gave him three days to consider. On the third night, Yousuf agreed to the Soviets' request, and at that time he felt that he had sold his soul to the devil.

Yusuf handed over the rewards he received from the Russians to his family, and then he left Kabul overnight. In the morning, Yusuf had already appeared in the mountains of Pagman. He was soon captured by guerrillas. After he showed his friendship with Hafizzola, he was taken into a dry cave. The guerrillas in charge of guarding him told him that someone had begun to verify his identity and would kill him immediately if he found out that he had any problems.

Yusuf finished lunch in a state of anxiety. In the afternoon, two more guys who had never shown up drove a pickup truck to greet him warmly. His attitude was very different from that in the morning. He knew in his heart that the guerrillas had confirmed his identity and that he would soon meet Hafizzola. Sure enough, after being blindfolded and bumped on the mountain road for more than an hour, he was taken to the place where Hafizzola was hiding.

Hafizzola, who hadn't seen him for many years, personally opened the car door for him, and hugged Yousuf tightly, not caring about the huge identity gap between the two. Yousuf felt guilty, Hafizzola's enthusiasm made him even more painful, but for the sake of his and his family's lives, he had to continue pretending.

"I really didn't expect that you could come here to join me. We haven't met for a long time, right?" Hafizzola and Yusuf walked shoulder to shoulder to shoulder toward Hafizzola's residence.

"Yes! I really can't survive in Kabul and then came to find you. You are now a great hero that everyone knows." Yusuf's words often flattered Hafezola.

"If we don't talk about this, I'm so happy that you can come here to fight against the Soviets with us." Hafizola did not look down on Yousuf at all. On the contrary, he attached great importance to Yousuf's friend.

"I'm very happy to see you again. I'd have had enough of those Soviets. If it weren't for the family, alas..." When he talked about his family member Yousuf's heart, he felt a sense of melancholy, and he didn't look at the eyes facing Hafizzola.

"What does it matter? Take your relatives to Pagman. I promise they will live a good life here. I don't have children. I can treat your children like my own children. When they grow up, I will send them to study abroad..." Hafezola said excitedly. Yusuf had something to do in his heart, so he could only respond in a mess.

Throughout the afternoon, Hafizzola took Yusuf to visit their camps, and Yusuf saw a scene he never dreamed of. Volunteers from all over the world in the training camp were undergoing this training, and soon they would also go to the front line against the Soviets. The warehouse was filled with American aid supplies and seized Soviet supplies. The people here were no longer as numb, lifeless and at mercy as the Afghans in Kabul. On the contrary, Yusuf saw their long-lost vitality and high fighting spirit.

"How is it, Yousuf, I'm not bad here!" During dinner, Hafezola drove everyone out, and the two sat together to eat and drink tea. Yousuf no longer remembered the last time this happened. He felt that he seemed to be much younger. Not far away, a full moon hung in the sky, and the bright moonlight shone on the mountains in the distance, and the valley was very quiet.

Yusuf's thoughts were all focused on a ring in his hand. This was given to him by the Soviets. It contained the venom that could kill Hafizola. The venom was colorless and tasteless. Yusuf just touched the gem on the ring while pouring tea for Hafizola, and the venom could fall into the tea without anyone noticing. He tried it once with the Soviets, and it was indeed a good thing that killed people invisibly. Unfortunately, Yusuf was just unwilling to be ruthless at this moment.

Hafizzola found that Yusuf suddenly became a little strange and seemed to be distracted, so she asked, "What's wrong! My brother, are you sick?"

Yousuf quickly came to his senses. He still didn't dare to have any contact with Hafezola's eyes. At this moment, he felt uncomfortable as if he was sitting on pins and needles. He seemed to have a balance in his heart, with his family's safety on one side and Hafezola's friendship on the other. He grabbed a teacup with a slightly trembling hand, poured a cup of tea in it, and finally made up his mind to touch the mechanism in his hand. He held the cup in his hand, thinking about the Soviets' warning that the poison would only start to work 24 hours later, and he could escape from here during this period.

"What? Didn't this cup of tea be poured for me?" Hafezola's hand that took the cup was waiting for a long time, but Yusuf didn't respond, so he asked. His words interrupted Yusuf's contemplation again. Yusuf quickly handed over the tea cup, and his movements were a little big, and he sprinkled a lot of tea.

"You are very strange tonight! Do you miss your family?" Hafizzola, who took the teacup, did not drink it, but kept it at his hand. He sighed and continued, "Family! Abdul used to eat with me often, and since he died, I have to eat alone!"

Hafizzola's words surprised Yusuf. He knew Abdul, but he didn't expect Abdul to be dead. He asked quickly: "How did he die?"

"I was beaten to death by the Soviets, I buried him there!" Hafizola said, pointing to a flat ground in the distance.

Yusuf was shocked at this moment, and his conscience was asking himself: "Abdul was dead, and Hafizola was the only one left in the Vardak family. Is it really so cruel? Yusuf? Kill him, the Vardak family will never have any heirs, and there will be no leader in the Pagmans' great cause to resist invasion. Is this what you want, Yusuf?"

Hafizzola raised the teacup, raised the cup to pay tribute to Yusuf, and then slowly moved to his lips and was about to drink it all. At this moment, the quilt in Hafizzola's hand was hit hard by Yusuf.

"I'm sorry Hafizzola, I'm an assassin sent by the Soviets!" Yusuf looked at Hafizzola's gaze and said frankly.

Hafizzola patted her chest with her hand, then put her hand on Yusuf's shoulder and looked at Yusuf with a smile. Yusuf knew what this meant. This gesture was learned when they were at the Kabul Military Academy, which meant that I believe in you.
Chapter completed!