Dominate South Asia

"Your Excellency Mhammad, I don't understand." Osama said to Mhamad while walking on the rugged mountain road, facing the starlight above.

Ever since Mhammad appeared in Osama's world, Osama has followed Mhammad wholeheartedly, and Mhamad has taught Osama everything, allowing Osama to It grew up quickly.

Now, Osama asked Mhamad a question, and Mhamad responded immediately and without hesitation: "What don't you understand?"

"Fahim can't hold on for long. He lost too much blood." Osama said: "And you have to take great risks to find a doctor for Fahim. When we come back, maybe Fahim will die." Mu has gone to meet Allah…”

"Then we must try our best." Hamad said: "Fahim is the second-in-command of the Panjshir guerrillas and the object of our unity. Osama, you must remember that we want to completely drive him away. Invaders, we must unite and unite all Afghan brothers who can unite!”

Hamad said this somewhat harshly, and at the same time, he kept thinking.

Osama has a special temperament. In his consciousness, he doesn't seem to value human life. That's why he highly praises Osama. Moreover, Osama practices it personally. Just last time, Osama Ma turned herself into one, thanks to Osama's suicide bomb. Otherwise, it would be too difficult for her side to escape.

Everyone's life is extremely precious. You can be willing to die when necessary, but you must protect everyone's life as much as possible. Mhamad wants Osama to Understand this perspective to avoid falling into the same old path.

A person's character is determined at birth, and will be affected by various subtle influences in later stages.

As Hamad walked and thought, he vaguely noticed something.

Was Osama's assassination aimed at confronting the Soviets? No, it was Osama who had already prepared it! To be precise, when you come to Panjshir Valley, you are already prepared!

So what is Osama's purpose? Thinking of this, Mhammad finally asked: "Osama, what happened to your suicide bomb?"

After hearing Mhamad's question, Osama chuckled with a proud smile on his face: "Your Excellency Mhammad, when you decided to come to the Panjshir Valley, I was afraid that these guerrillas would attack us. It’s not good, if they want to play any tricks, I will die with them.”

Osama didn't think there was anything wrong. The conflict between the Pashtuns and Tajiks was not going away for a day or two, and this Masud was a shrewd guerrilla leader. Mhamad was coming here, and Osama Ma is not very optimistic. If Masoud wants to annex his guerrillas, let him pay the price!

Hamad felt a chill in his heart. He came here to unite the guerrillas. Fortunately, the conversation was relatively harmonious. If there was any conflict and Osama would come to him, his reputation would be ruined. Now, how can we unite other guerrillas in the future?

Without unity, there will be no way out for Afghanistan's future. Now that we have a common enemy, this is the best opportunity.

What Hamad is looking at is not just as simple as driving away the Soviets, but also the future situation in Afghanistan, which will be related to the world structure in future generations...

"But now, instructor, I understand." Osama said: "We are going to gradually annex other guerrillas and then become the most combat-effective force in Afghanistan!"

Osama's remarks...Mhamad glanced at Khwaja. Khwaja was carrying a sniper rifle and said nothing, but the attitude on his face said everything. Khwaja was proud of this guerrilla force. In his own hands, it would be difficult to defeat a Soviet tank, but in the hands of Mhamad, he has embarked on the road to absolute strength.

It’s fun to follow Mhamad!

Moreover, almost everyone believes that Mhamad is simply the most suitable leader sent to them by Allah. After watching so many battles, Mhamad has saved the day every time, and this time, Mhamad is in Under the attack of rockets from Soviet helicopters, he was still unscathed because of God's blessing.

"Your Excellency Mhamad, it is actually not difficult to find a doctor." Osama said: "The Crescent Society rescued a doctor from Kabul a few months ago. The service camp helped the doctor and escaped to Come to the Panjshir Valley.”

Hearing this, Hamad suddenly became excited.

The Crescent Society is an organization in Saudi Arabia that provides medicine and food to war-torn Afghanistan. At the same time, it also secretly helps those who support the guerrillas. The Service Battalion is Osama's organization and joined Osama in After the guerrillas, the service battalion was still functioning normally. The Crescent Society helped the doctor escape from Kabul, and the service battalion helped the doctor escape to the Panjshir Valley.

"The situation was urgent at the time. The service camp originally planned to send the doctor to the Jalalabad Mountains. But then we happened to have a movement and simply let the doctor stay in the Panjshir Valley temporarily," Osama said.

Of course Osama has selfish motives. Our guerrillas just need a doctor, and there happens to be such a ready-made one. He originally planned to take him back directly, but his guerrillas moved here, so he might as well let the doctor here. Stay.

This doctor originally planned to defect to the Panjshir guerrillas, but Osama hoped that the doctor could become a doctor for his own guerrillas, so he delayed it.

Hearing Osama's words, Hamad was very excited. It would be more appropriate to pick up such a doctor than to snatch a doctor from the Soviets. The snatched doctor would force the Soviet Union to perform an operation. God knows what the Soviet Union is willing to do. Not willing! If the scalpel was slightly off when operating, Fahim would have died.

"Where is he now?" Mhamad asked.

"Astana," Osama said.

The terrain of the Panjshir Valley is steep, with high mountains everywhere, and it is deserted. The Panjshir River flows between the mountains. Where there is water, there will be people. And in the middle of Panjshir, there happens to be a plain, Biluha. Much smaller, but still full of life.

Here is another town in Panjshir, Astana.

The river flows through the center of the town, dividing the town into two halves, and all traffic in the town passes through a stone bridge in the middle.

This stone bridge is very old. When some old people in the town were young, this stone bridge was already as mottled as it is now. The moss covering the stone bridge seemed to tell a long history.

On both sides of the stone bridge, there were several lazy government soldiers standing.

The soft hat, jacket and trousers are all versions of the taupe winter uniform of the Afghan Democratic Republic Army. The hat wall, collar badge and shoulder strap buckles are trimmed in red, and the Soviet-style belt buckle bears the five-pointed star symbolizing the Democratic Republic of Afghanistan. Gray military boots are worn on the feet, full of style. They were carrying AKM rifles with bullet pouches on their sides, and on the other side, there was a Soviet steel helmet not covered with camouflage cloth.

After standing for a while, the sun came up and shone on our heads. After looking around, a few people finally sat down on the steps of the stone bridge impatiently.

There's really a disease up there. It's so safe here, so there's no need to stand guard everywhere!

It is said that Ruha was attacked by guerrillas the day before yesterday, and the division headquarters was bombed. Now, security must be stricter everywhere.

But... Ruha is where the Soviet division headquarters is located. Of course the guerrillas will visit it. And although Astana is also a large town, it is guarded by government troops. Some government troops even know each other. The residents of the town have more friendly relations with each other.

The Soviets drove tanks directly to the fields of Ruha, which made the residents there very disgusted. The government troops here only stood guard and did not do any radical behavior. Therefore, the guerrillas would not come here to cause trouble.

"Ouch, I have a toothache." A soldier sat and suddenly covered his face, and his right cheek was swollen.

"What's wrong?" asked the person next to him.

"Toothache, it hurts so much." He covered his mouth and his words were a little unclear.

"There is a doctor in the town. I heard he has good medical skills. Go and have a look." Another soldier said, "Turn around the intersection in front and walk about twenty meters."

Is there a doctor in town? The soldier with toothache couldn't help but said: "I have a relative in this town. I have never heard of a doctor? In the entire valley, only Ruha Town has a doctor."

"I've been here for a few months. His medical skills are good and his fees are cheap. Many people in the area are looking for him," the soldier said.

His tooth was still hurting, so the soldier stood up, covered his face, and wanted to go in the direction the man said.

At this moment, the roar of cars sounded in the distance. They all stood up quickly and watched a military vehicle drive over, filled with Soviet soldiers.

What are you here for? They got out of the way and watched the military vehicle drive over the stone bridge and turn at the street intersection ahead. Looking at that direction, it seems to be the same as the direction I want to go?

"Quick, surround this place! Go in and arrest people!" A Soviet squad leader jumped out of the car and shouted to the people in the car: "The doctor who escaped from Kabul is hiding here! Take him back!"

They got the information from the informant that a doctor appeared here. After further comparison, they found that he had escaped from Kabul Hospital. This doctor must be connected with the guerrillas! Never let it go!

The Soviet soldiers jumped out of the car and ran towards the small courtyard. The black muzzles of their guns were pointed at the courtyard.

In the room, a bearded man was suddenly startled when he heard the sound outside.

He was wearing the attire common in rural Afghanistan, a long shirt, loose pajama-style trousers, chapati-style sandals, and a hat on his head. The weather was a bit cold, and he was also wearing a brown blanket.

Before he could pick up the hidden self-defense pistol from the medicine box, the wooden door outside was kicked open by a pair of big booted feet.

"Dr. Khalid Ekelam, you are under arrest!"