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Peshawar is the capital of Pakistan's Western Frontier Province. It is also called "Bulushabulo". It is located on the west bank of the Bara River, a tributary of the Kabul River in the northwest, and east of the Khyber Pass. The geographical location here is special. Since ancient times, it has been a channel for trade between Central Asia and South Asia.

"Peshawar" means "City of Flowers" in ancient Sanskrit. It is a beautiful city. Unfortunately, the city has lost its original appearance now.

After the Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan, countless Afghan refugees poured into Pakistan through the border. As the nearest city, Peshawar was full of Afghan refugees. At this time, Pakistan opened its arms and accommodated all the refugees. At the same time, it became a base camp for resisting the Soviet invasion.

These refugees lost their homes and had a deep hatred for the Soviet Union. Selecting some of them and training them would make them firm fighters. The Americans are willing to do this. Now, the main task of the CIA is in Peshawar.

At the same time, some Afghan politicians were discussing how to counterattack and defeat the Soviets.

When Muhammad crossed the rugged mountain road and returned to Peshawar, it was already late at night. Sitting in a military jeep, Muhammad returned to the military headquarters in Peshawar. He originally planned to take a nap on the chair outside and report after dawn.

However, when Muhammad arrived at the military headquarters, the chief of staff was already waiting for him. When Muhammad reported his identity at the sentry outside, the chief of staff had already woken up.

"Mhammad, welcome back, my name is Mushaaf, the new chief of staff." Mushaaf said to Muhammad: "We sent 20 instructors this time, and you are the last one to come back."

Mushaaf? Muhammad looked at the new chief of staff of the Peshawar Military Region and always felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember the details.

"Some time ago, the Soviets suffered a heavy blow. All twelve Hinds at the helicopter base were destroyed." Mushaaf said, "Mhammad, you did a great job."

No wonder he was so warmly entertained. It turned out that he knew his military exploits! Muhammad said, "Mr. Chief of Staff, these are all the credit of the Afghan guerrillas. I just took them with me."

"Mhammad, you are the best among all the instructors." Mushaaf said, "You have been promoted to first-class warrant officer."

First-class warrant officer? Muhammad couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. The Pakistani soldier he traveled through was just an ordinary soldier.

Before entering Afghanistan, he was only a sergeant major. Now, he skipped the warrant officer and was directly promoted to first-class warrant officer, which is the rank of an instructor.

"You will enter the Jellozai refugee camp and help train qualified soldiers there." Mushaaf said, "This is the need to fight against the Soviet invaders and the need of Afghanistan."

Will I go to the Jellozai refugee camp? Select soldiers from there and train guerrillas? No! Muhammad heard Mushaaf's words and immediately denied this task in his heart.

"Report, I came back this time not to report, but to ask for orders." Muhammad said: "The Afghan guerrillas need me, and I will continue to return to Afghanistan and fight side by side with the guerrillas there. This time I came back, I asked for support weapons."

Mushaaf had already taken out the appointment letter from the table. When he heard Muhammad's words, he was stunned: "First Warrant Officer Muhammad, you ask to return to Afghanistan again?"

Going to Afghanistan is very dangerous, and you will face death at any time. This is the war in Afghanistan. Pakistan is just forced. Moreover, Pakistan now has no definite need to fight across the border. In the army, although they hate the Soviets very much, they don't want to go to Afghanistan to fight. After all, fighting means sacrifice.

Mhammad in front of him is willing to take the initiative to go back to fight again!

"Mr. Chief of Staff, the Afghan guerrillas are not well trained and their tactical level is not high. If I don't go back, I'm afraid they will be strangled by the Soviets. The fighters trained in the refugee camps are far inferior to those guerrillas who have already taken up arms locally." Muhammad said: "I want to fight with them until the Soviet invaders are driven away!"

Mushaaf was moved. He put down the appointment letter and said: "Mhammad, are you not afraid of sacrifice?"

"Afraid." Muhammad said: "The Soviets invaded Afghanistan in order to obtain a passage to the south and suppress our country at the same time. If the Soviets completely control Afghanistan, our country will never have peace. Now, helping Afghanistan is helping our country. As a soldier, I have no hesitation."

This soldier is not an ordinary soldier. His political attainments are so profound that he can see through the interests at a glance. Moreover, he is very frank. No one is not afraid of death. Such a soldier is in line with Mushaaf's temperament.

"Now, you are already a second lieutenant." Mushaaf said, "I will ask Islamabad to grant you the rank of second lieutenant. Tell me, what weapons do you need?"

Faced with such a warrior, Mushaaf admired him very much and promoted him to second lieutenant, skipping the senior warrant officer. This was also a comfort, after all, he could become a martyr at any time.

Mhammad was not excited about this military rank. He had already put his career in Afghanistan. He looked at Mushaaf and said, "Mr. Chief of Staff, I need Stinger portable air defense missiles and TOW anti-tank missiles."

Hearing Muhammad's words, Mushaaf was obviously stunned: "What? Stinger air defense missiles?"

Mushaaf had never heard of it, and the soldiers of Pakistan had never heard of it. At this time, the Stinger air defense missile had just entered the service of the US military.

In 1971, the US Army selected "Red Eye II" as the future portable air defense missile, model FIM-92. In March 1972, "Red Eye II" was named "Stinger", the second generation of portable air defense missiles in the United States. After that, after several years of technical problems, it was not until 1976 that all technical problems were overcome. In 1978, General Motors was approved for production. It was not until this year that the first US unit equipped with this air defense missile had combat capability.

In later history, the Afghan guerrillas only obtained this effective anti-aircraft missile in large quantities in 1986 to deal with the Soviet armed helicopters. Most of the losses of the Hind began at that time.

Now, facing the huge threat of the Soviet Hind, Muhammad can't wait to need this weapon. He can't wait.

The Americans are very generous to Afghanistan now. In order to fight the Soviet Union, they are completely free of charge. Whatever they want is given. In the future, when the Americans entered Afghanistan, they found that the biggest threat they faced was the weapons they assisted Afghanistan in those years. This is a naked irony.

"Yes, that's right, Mr. Chief of Staff. With these weapons, the Afghan guerrillas can have a chance to breathe. The Soviet Hind has been hovering over our heads, and we have always been at a disadvantage." Muhammad said.

"I will convey it to the United States." Mushaaf said: "Mhammad, this matter may need the approval of the senior US officials. Wait a few more days."

Coming out of the military, Muhammad was still thinking that he had forgotten the history of the stinger. It was still early. Would the Americans give it? I'm afraid it's difficult. What can I take back? With nothing in my hands, I will continue to fight hard.

The Americans must agree! Even if I write a letter to the President of the United States! Muhammad made up his mind.

The sky in the east was already bright, and people were surging everywhere on the streets of Peshawar.

Although there has been no official statistics, at least 100,000 Afghan refugees have entered Peshawar. Although they were placed in refugee camps, water and food alone are not enough.

So, when the sky just got bright, these refugees had already flooded the streets, hoping to find a job. Looking at those ragged men, Muhammad felt a prick in his heart. Politicians started a war for their own interests, and the real victims were these ordinary civilians.

They looked at Muhammad passing by, not looking like he was recruiting workers, but looking at him with eager eyes.

Muhammad had to lower his head, not daring to look into the eyes of these people, and hurried past. There were still two blocks from the army's guesthouse, and he lived there temporarily.

Blue suspenders, a white cape outside, tight jeans underneath, high heels, completely Western outfit, and the upper body, under the long hair, deep-set big eyes, high nose bridge, completely a face of a Central Asian girl, this is an authentic local.

She carried a handbag, and the handbag was swinging back and forth as she walked. She walked a little hurriedly, to get to the bus stop on the street to catch the early bus.

After passing a group of Afghans, an Afghan man stood up and slowly followed.

The girl didn't notice that she was still running, and the bus was about to arrive.

Her steps were faster, and her high heels rubbed the ground, making a clattering sound.

Suddenly, her hand loosened, and the handbag flew out of her hand. Looking again, an Afghan man snatched her bag and was running away.

"Help, someone is snatching the bag!" The girl shouted loudly, she was very anxious, and followed forward, but she didn't run two steps, her foot was crooked, and her ankle was twisted.

Just as the bag snatcher was about to disappear around the corner, a burly man blocked the corner.