Dominate South Asia

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To answer the questions in the book review area, the author is an atheist. This book is just a pure war article and an article about the rise of great powers. It has nothing to do with sects.

When the arm that was shot by the bullet began to fester, the inflammation had already begun. When Hamad was in Jalalabad, he had a fever all the time, but he just kept fighting. He knew that he could not fall. If he If he falls, Osama will not be able to get out alive, and his career will come to an end.

After persisting until now, Mhammad finally couldn't hold on anymore. He fell off the horse, his whole body was hot, and his consciousness began to blur.

He just felt his body being lifted onto the horse's back again, and there were regular bumps, and then he didn't know anything else.

Later, after not knowing how long he had been unconscious, Mhammad felt that cold towels were being constantly put on his forehead, and mouthfuls of millet porridge were being fed into his mouth, like a clear spring, millet porridge. It flowed into my stomach and felt very comfortable.

After every mouthful of food, there will be a paper towel to wipe the excess porridge flowing out of the corner of the mouth. This must be a woman who is so careful.

Slowly, Hamad opened his eyes, and what appeared in his eyes was a blond foreign girl with big eyes, long eyelashes, and long hair hanging down like a waterfall. She was wearing a halter top and underneath Her two fleshy balls were very plump, her skin was delicate, and she had a good figure. She was a sexy and cute girl. At this time, she was feeding Hamad, her eyes full of concern.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Hamad asked.

Seeing Mhamad open his eyes, the girl became happy, with joy shining in her eyes. When Mhamad asked, the girl immediately replied: "My name is Lilith, and I am a Red Cross volunteer. , I am also a doctor. I performed another operation on your wound and gave you fluids for another three days before your fever subsided. Today is already the seventh day of your coma."

Red Cross volunteer? Hamad looked at Lilith again. She was a Western girl. Her whole body was full of youthful energy, full of vitality and seductive charm. Unlike the native Afghan women, she is beautiful, youthful and charming.

"Are you from the United States?" Mhamad asked: "How did you come to Afghanistan to volunteer?"

"The purpose of the Red Cross is to provide humanitarian protection and assistance to victims of war and armed violence. Now, there is a constant war in Afghanistan, and humanitarian assistance is most needed here, so I came here." Lilith said.

"But I am an Afghan guerrilla." Mhammad said, "If you do this, you will get burned."

The Red Cross has its own principles. For example, it provides humanitarian assistance in war zones, but never interferes with the fighting between the warring parties. This is why both warring parties can tolerate the existence of the Cross.

Of course, this is only on the surface. The people of the Red Cross are also people with thoughts and flesh and blood. They will have their own concepts of right and wrong. Now, the Soviets’ war is completely illegal. Except for the Warsaw Pact group, everyone Everyone is on the side of Afghanistan.

The girl in front of me, coming here to save herself, will offend the Soviets. If the Soviets find out, it will be very troublesome.

"In my eyes, you are just a patient. It is a sacred mission given by God for doctors to save patients," Lilith said.

Looking at Lilith's eyes, full of faith and persistence, Hamad said softly: "No matter what, thank you for saving my life."

"You are a patient and need more rest." Lilith said, "I'm going out first."

Looking at the girl's pretty back, Hamad knew that things were not that simple. He saw admiration and joy in the girl's eyes. Could it be that this girl fell in love with him?

Hamad touched his beard. He saw that he was not as handsome as before. It was time to shave off all this beard.

"Your Excellency, instructor, you are finally awake." After Lilith went out, Khwaja and Durrani came over.

"Are there any movements from the Soviets these days?" Mhamad asked.

"They posted notices everywhere in Jalalabad, listing you as the most wanted criminal." Khwaja said: "However, there is no movement yet, and there is no sign of raiding our area."

Listening to Khwaja's words, Mhammad frowned. It was very suspicious that the Soviets could remain so calm and not raid the mountains even after knowing that they had so many secrets.

"Send more sentries and pay attention to the Soviets' movements." Mhammad said: "The Soviets' counterattack must be very rapid."

The calm at this time was just the prelude to the storm, and Hamad had a very bad feeling.

"God bless you, your Excellency finally woke up." With a hearty voice, Osama appeared at the door of the room, carrying an RPG on his shoulder.

After arriving here, Osama, like other guerrillas, started training and mastered the use of various weapons. After receiving the news that Mhamad had woken up, he immediately ran over.

"I will not go to see the great Allah until the liberation of Afghanistan is completed. I will continue to fight with everyone until all the Soviets are driven away!" Mhamad said.

………

The autumn in Afghanistan is short and cold. It is the place closest to the sky and the farthest place from heaven.

The cold wind blows across the wasteland and high mountains. Even in the leeward areas of the mountains, it is extremely cold. This is just autumn.

Mhamad's body was completely recovered. He stood in the valley and looked at the guerrillas training on the hillside. The cold wind was blowing their robes and even their beards were shaking in the cold wind. Their faces were firm and courageous.

"The TOW missile needs to continue to aim at the target after it is launched." Mhamad looked at the guerrillas operating the portable TOW missile and said: "This is semi-active infrared guidance. Just aim at the target. If the Soviets For missiles, you still need to use a control stick.”

The Americans' missile technology is advanced, and Mhamad is very satisfied with being able to get this thing.

Just as he was talking, Mhamad saw two people coming from the mountain pass. One of them was a girl, wearing jeans and a white shirt, exuding a charming aura.

"Lilith, you haven't left yet?" Hamad asked.

"In the past few days, I have been walking in nearby villages to help those in need of treatment. Many villagers need food. I thought about it in a few days before going back to apply to the International Red Cross," said Lilith.

The land in Afghanistan is barren and there is not enough food to eat. Now, during the war, a lot of land is barren and there is even more food shortage. This winter will be very difficult.

"Thank you, Lilith," said Mhamad.

As he spoke, Hamad suddenly frowned and raised his ears.

"Quick, protect the villagers and retreat to the mountains!" Mhamad said.

There was a rumble in the distant sky, like thunder.

Then, at the mountain pass, the sound of conch horns was heard, and the Soviet plane came again!

Several guerrillas got on their horses and headed towards the surrounding villages. The last time the Soviets attacked the village, no one in the entire village survived. After that, Mhamad made a deployment. As soon as they found the Soviets coming to attack, they would immediately retreat. Take shelter in the safety of a cave!

According to the pre-arrangement, the guerrillas beat their horses and ran wildly. The remaining people rushed back to the cave and carried the Stinger missiles.

It's no longer like last time that I had no way to deal with the Soviet fighter planes in the sky. Now, with the support of the Americans, the Stinger missiles can knock down the planes in the sky!

The roar quickly approached, and the two black spots became larger and larger, and finally became two fighter planes.

Still T-8! Hamad's eyes were filled with fire. The two T-8 pylons were full of ammunition, and they were obviously here to bomb again.

We can't let these two planes bomb our villages anymore! If the Soviet conspiracy succeeds, the villagers will panic and either flee or turn to the Soviets.

Judging from the direction, the two planes were coming this way. Hamad gritted his teeth and killed them!

The cost is very high. This is the base of the guerrillas. After opening fire, the Soviets will know their position and this place will be exposed. They must move as soon as possible.

Hamad quickly ran up the hill, where there was a hidden 12.7mm M1938

DshKM heavy machine gun, tripod, with anti-aircraft aiming ring.

When Hammad ran over, on the other side of the hill, Durrani was already sitting in front of another machine gun. At this time, Durrani was already a skilled machine gunner.

Two machine guns can form a crossfire to block the aircraft flying this way.

The Soviet plane was approaching rapidly, and the red stars under the wings were so clear.

Hamad felt his heart pounding. This was not because it was his first time on the battlefield, but because in his memory, there was no record of a Su-25 being shot down on the Afghan battlefield. .

This is a sturdy fighter aircraft. In order to improve its survivability, in addition to things like titanium alloy armor, even the operating rods are transmitted to the wings through strong steel beams. Ordinary bullet strikes are ineffective against it. The Stinger is also very difficult to shoot down such aircraft.

This is also the reason why Mhamad chose to enter Jalalabad last time and kill the pilot. The plane was too strong.

At this point, there is no choice.

Several guerrillas carrying Stinger missiles were also hidden in suitable positions, ready to attack the aircraft at any time.

Hamad's eyes were all focused on the fighter planes in the sky. The muzzle of the gun kept moving with the planes. He was so focused that he did not notice at all that a girl walked up the hill without fear of death.