Dominate South Asia

"We can fight street battles! We can turn Jalalabad into a graveyard for the Soviets!" Nicobuddin said: "Our battle in Jalalabad will inspire all Afghans to join the fight against the Soviets. Come on! We will win!"

"What if the Soviets dispatch their air force? The Soviets will not fight street battles. The Soviets will use large incendiary bombs to turn Jalal-Abad into a sea of ​​fire. The Soviets will use thermobaric bombs to turn Jalal-Abad into ruins. By then, their armored forces can easily crush them, and Jalalabad will become the grave of all our guerrillas!" Mhammad shouted.

This sentence stunned everyone, including Masoud. Even he did not expect what Mhamad said.

"Your Excellency Mhammad, if the Soviets do this, won't all the citizens of Jalalabad suffer?" Massoud said: "The Soviets will not do this!"

"The Soviets will definitely do this, and we, the Afghan guerrillas, will be the main culprits who cause this disaster to the residents of Jalalabad!" said Mhamad.

"No! Absolutely not possible!" Masoud shouted.

"The foundation of our guerrillas' survival is in the mountains." Mhamad said: "Until our strength has grown, or before the Soviets have no intention of retreating, we simply have no ability to subvert the current regime! Everyone, if If you believe me, please stay in the mountains and work with me to attack the Soviet transport convoys and weaken the Soviet war capabilities! It will be meaningless if you go to siege Jalalabad."

After speaking, Mhamad said to Osama: "Osama, let him go, he is just a microphone."

Osama poked Nicopudin twice with the muzzle of his gun, then released Nicopudin and followed Mhamad forward.

The Panjshir guerrillas moved out of the way to let Mhamad and Osama come out. As Mhamad walked, he shouted: "If you believe in me, please follow me!"

Many people's eyes showed eagerness to move, but they did not move.

Mhamad sighed. After all, these people were closer to Masud. Mhamad walked back to his team and said to Durrani: "Let's go back to our guerrilla zone."

Mhamad's guerrillas began to move along the mountain road. After walking for a while, they did not hear anyone following them. Although this outcome had been expected, they were still a little disappointed. Masoud, this guy, he thought was so good. It seems now that the guerrilla captain has no overall concept at all. He is at most a tactical-level commander and cannot see more strategic things.

"Your Majesty Mhammad, both Nicopudin and Masoud's heads were kicked by donkeys." Osama walked side by side with Mhamad and said to Mhammad: "Without them, We are still winning battles, and these people are unreliable. Well, when they get their heads broken in Jalalabad, they will regret not listening to your advice. "

Hammad shook his head: "No matter what, they are the strength of our guerrillas and the main force in fighting the Soviets. Their loss is the loss of the entire Afghan guerrillas."

After speaking, Mhammad glanced at Osama and said, "Osama, do you still remember our three major disciplines?"

Mhamad strives to formalize this guerrilla force. Last year, he emphasized the three major disciplines. After hearing Mhamad's words, Osama immediately replied: "Of course I know, the first is to obey the discipline." , act according to the command.”

Osama is a college student and has a very high IQ. He can remember this thing almost after reading it once.

"Then why do you act without authorization every time? Do you not obey orders?" Mhamad said.

After saying this, Osama suddenly felt embarrassed: "Instructor... I was also doing it for our guerrillas. That nicotine was a scourge. I wanted to kill him at that time."

"Remember, we are a team, not bandits. During the battle, if you don't obey the command, I can shoot you at any time. This time, your unauthorized actions almost caused civil strife between our two guerrilla groups. Fighting, this had a great negative effect on our entire war against the Soviets," Mhamad said.

"Your Excellency, instructor, I know I was wrong." Osama said.

"When I go back, I will write a 5,000-word review." Hamad said.

Five thousand words? Osama was even more shocked. This punitive measure... impressed Osama deeply.

………

Under the dim yellow oil lamp, Masoud's eyes were bloodshot.

"Captain, this operation is very risky." Fahim said to Masoud: "Your Majesty Hamad is right."

"Fahim, are you mine or Hamad's?" Masoud's sharp eyes looked at Fahim, making Fahim unable to raise his head.

Fahim did not dare to look into Massoud's eyes. He lowered his head and said: "Captain, our roots are in the mountains. We are not well prepared to attack a big city. If our actions cause Jalalabad to be destroyed, then , we will also become sinners.”

"Fahim!" Masoud roared: "This is what the alliance means. The alliance wants to use a big victory to boost the morale of the entire north. How can this be wrong? Your vision is too short-sighted and you have no overall concept. !”

"Captain! I, Fahim, have no sense of the overall situation. I only know that Mr. Muhammad is right! The alliance has no right to order us. Our attack on the Soviet transport convoy here is the greatest contribution to the war of resistance." Fahim raised his head steadily and looked at Masoud. At this time, his eyes were full of determination.

"I want you to obey my orders, otherwise, I will kill you." Masoud's words began to become cold. He raised his AK-74 rifle, which was the weapon seized from the Soviets in the last guerrilla war in Badakhshan Province.

"Even if you kill me, you can't kill the truth." Fahim said: "If we leave the mountains, we will lose ourselves."

After that, Fahim strode out.

Masoud trembled and wanted to pull the trigger several times, but he really couldn't do it to this person who had been with him since the beginning.

So he could only watch Fahim walk out of the cave.

Fahim let out a long sigh. Masoud did not take action, which showed that he still valued himself. He was willing to sacrifice his life to stop Masoud from making mistakes, but the effect was still not great.

He stopped suddenly. The cave was surrounded by guerrillas. The guerrillas outside heard the quarrel between the two.

"If you think that Mr. Muhammad is right, please follow me. If you think it is right to attack Jalalabad, please stay here." At this moment, Fahim's footsteps were extremely heavy. His actions represented that the guerrillas who had fought in the Panjshir Mountains for several years would be split because of him.

Some people wanted to leave, but stopped again. In the end, only a few dozen people followed Fahim.

"Mr. Masoud, shoot Fahim immediately. He has rebelled!" Nicobudin said with a gloomy face. His arm was fixed on the board, and the fracture was broken inside. There was constant pain in the wound, and the voice of his speech changed.

Masoud did not speak, but continued to stay there.

"Mr. Masoud, shoot Fahim immediately! This is the order of the alliance. Anyone who destroys this operation is a traitor!"

"Get lost in your alliance order!" Masoud suddenly got angry and said to Nicobudin: "If you continue to talk, I will kill you first!"

After that, Masoud pointed the gun at Nicobudin, and Nicobudin suddenly became mute.

In the second half of the night, the wind was a bit strong. Behind a sheltered hillside, the guerrillas sat quietly and rested for a few minutes.

He had already left with the team. Now, the most important thing was to bring the team back safely. Muhammad was most worried that the worst situation would occur, and Masoud would jump over the wall and ambush him.

Leave this place of right and wrong first. As for the alliance's attack on Jalalabad, he certainly could not stop it. He could only provide some help at the critical moment.

Just thinking, "Coo, coo." There was a sound of birds in the distance.

Hearing this sound, all the guerrillas immediately picked up their weapons and looked for a suitable position. It was the warning sound from the guerrillas on sentry at the back.

Are they coming? A cold light flashed in Muhammad's eyes. If Masood really wanted to ambush him, then... he could only fight back.

Muhammad held an AK-74, bent over, and ran gently to the back. The sentry pointed to the hazy figure in the distance, indicating that a group of people appeared there.

It was indeed a group of people, about twenty or so, walking along the way he came, but... they were not very vigilant. It didn't seem like they were here to ambush him, and if they were to ambush him, there were too few of them.

There were only twenty or so people, it didn't seem like an ambush. Muhammad said with doubt in his heart: "Order it down, don't shoot."

The other side was getting closer and closer, and Muhammad could see it more and more clearly. The person in the lead was still shaking as he walked, because the wound on his back had not healed yet.

Fahim? Muhammad stood up from his hiding place and walked over. What was Fahim doing here? He was definitely not here to ambush him!

"Sir Muhammad!" Fahim finally caught up with Muhammad. Looking at the tall and burly figure in front of him, Fahim felt tears welling up in his eyes: "We think you are right, and we have decided to fight side by side with you."