Dominate South Asia

As long as they can survive, no one is willing to do a job that will cost them their heads. All those who join the guerrillas have relatives who died at the hands of the Soviets.

Ramal's hatred is even deeper. More than 30 of his people died overnight, massacred by the Soviets! This hatred must be avenged by the living!

Whether it is the current Soviets or the Americans in the future, their greatest wish is to die one minute earlier when they fall into the hands of the Afghan guerrillas.

War is cruel. Didn't the Soviets still start tanks and grind their dead and undead compatriots into meat paste?

Hearing the proposal of the person next to him, Ramal felt the fire in his eyes suddenly burning.

Osama smiled and handed Ramal a saber.

With blood still flowing from his arm, Ramal walked towards the Soviet captives step by step.

"James, you are still alive, it's great." After killing the doe, Muhammad freed his hands and said to James, who was covered with scars.

James's injuries were not serious, they were all bumped when he rolled down, and he was in a very embarrassing state. He looked at Muhammad and felt that he could not raise his head.

If he had not been greedy for the chicken, how could he have had the current result? Thinking of this, James was very upset.

"James, thank you for your wit and courage." Muhammad said, "You found that the Soviets were following behind, so you took them to another place and protected the safety of our transported goods. I will report this to the higher-ups."

As soon as these words came out, James' face suddenly became excited.

James killed and roasted chickens to hinder the Soviets behind him. Moreover, he took the Soviets into the mountains and completed these things alone. It was really heroic! James immediately became complacent.

"Not entirely." James's face was not thick enough yet. Hearing what Muhammad said, he smiled awkwardly: "The Soviets came with a company, and we couldn't resist them at all. They also killed an innocent guerrilla."

The Soviets who came to the mountains this time were definitely more than just the dozen people. Looking at the footprints on the other side of the cave, Muhammad knew that there were still large groups of Soviets nearby.

The battle here was fought very quickly, and it was all over in less than five minutes in total, but the movement was not small, especially the sound of the burning female deer. The explosion could be heard for dozens of miles around. The remaining Soviet troops might be rushing over quickly.

"Take the prisoners and prepare to retreat." Muhammad said. Now, there was no need to entangle with the Soviet army. It was better to go back and see what good things the Americans had sent. The rocket launchers had to be installed. The Soviets had been wandering in the mountains for a few days and couldn't find the target, so they should go back.

At this time, Muhammad did not linger in the battle. His mind was on those equipment.

Muhammad had just given the order when he heard a scream from the prisoner.

"Ah..." The sound was so miserable and loud that it seemed to spread across the entire Pamir Plateau.

What was going on? Muhammad took a few quick steps and came to the circle surrounded by the guerrillas.

The Soviet prisoner was lying on the ground with his hands and feet tied. At this time, a cut had been made in the middle of his belly. Along this cut, Ramel, who had just been rescued, was constantly pulling up the skin and cutting it with a saber. With his skilled movements, the skin was gradually peeled off, just like peeling a sheep.

The Soviet prisoner's cry became more and more miserable. He kept struggling and was severely stepped on by several guerrillas.

What was he doing? Muhammad's face suddenly turned black. According to the Geneva Convention, prisoners cannot be abused like this. This idea only flashed through his mind for a moment, and Muhammad heard the words of the guerrillas around him.

"Skin him! When the Soviet devils entered the city, they raped so many of our women!"

"Yes, the elders in the village were all hung on trees and beaten to death by them!"

"Skin him and hang him on the tree!" Another voice: "Revenge our dead!"

One after another, indignant voices, Muhammad knew that he could not stop such behavior from happening.

Half of his belly was peeled off. Ramel looked at the almost dying Soviet prisoner and said: "Feed him some water, don't let him faint."

If he fainted, he would not feel the pain. Only by keeping the Soviet prisoner awake could he feel such pain!

The water in the kettle had frozen, and there was snow all around. A guerrilla grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into the prisoner's mouth. The cold snow stimulated him and made him wake up again.

There was no sound in his throat. He had shouted hoarsely. Now, his biggest wish was to die one minute earlier.

"Hermann, return to the base immediately, leave 20 people to guard the base, and the rest will ambush on the high mountains on both sides of Sanliwan. In the middle of the valley, lay S-shaped mines." Muhammad said to a guerrilla on the periphery.

"Yes." Hermann took a last look at the scene of skinning and got on his horse.

This incident will anger the Soviets. The angry Soviets are very scary, and they will also make mistakes. Such mistakes will be keenly caught by Muhammad.

Just now I was too careful. Since the Soviets are here, why don't I leave? Leave them all here! It's just a company with more than 100 people. There are also more than 100 guerrillas. A beautiful ambush can kill all these Soviets!

The Afghan guerrillas are venting their anger. The Soviets are Satan. They are invaders!

Poor Askov, the skin on his entire chest was peeled off, and the blood flowed into the snow beside him and quickly solidified. The pain and coldness made him extremely sober. He couldn't die for a while, so he could clearly hear the sound of the knife cutting his skin, and his eyes gradually became dazed.

Muhammad stayed quietly, looking into the distance. He knew that the Soviets would arrive soon.

Turning his head again, he saw Osama outside the crowd, very quiet. Muhammad suddenly remembered that when he was communicating with James, Osama was with Ramal.

Ramal was able to do this because of Osama's instigation! In an instant, this idea popped up in Muhammad's mind.

Osama has a rebellious and cold-blooded nature. He doesn't take killing seriously, and doesn't take people's lives seriously. This is also a reason why he can launch a suicide attack.

Now, Osama has already shown this character.

Thinking of Osama, Muhammad finally had a headache. This guy, if used well, is a sharp knife for killing. If used poorly, it may bring trouble to himself.

Finding Muhammad looking at him, Osama couldn't help showing a harmless expression, pointing to the Soviet prisoners on the ground and making a gesture.

Killing him directly is too cheap. Muhammad knew what Osama meant, but it was too bloody and brutal.

At this moment, the expression on Muhammad's face became serious again.

"Get on the horse and retreat!" Muhammad shouted.

"Yes." After several months of training, the guerrillas have been able to strictly abide by discipline, obey orders and follow commands. They were just watching, but now they immediately ran to their horses and climbed on.

When they came, each of them had a horse, and now there were two more, Ramel and James.

Muhammad asked James to get on his horse together, and Osama walked towards Ramel.

Ramel was still performing his movements very carefully, the saber in his hand moved smoothly, and the tip of the knife did not break the skin. The skin peeled off this time was very complete.

He did not hear Muhammad's order.

"Ramel, it's time to go, the Soviets are coming!" Osama shouted, and at this time, the Soviets had appeared at one end of the valley.

"It's not finished yet." Ramel said, and continued to raise the knife.

"Isn't it better to let him do this?" Osama said: "Let the Soviets know the consequences of their invasion of us. Will you stay here and wait for death, or follow us to fight the Soviets?"

Follow you? Ramal had a prejudice against the Pashtun guerrillas, but after seeing the methods of these people and the crash of the Hind helicopter, Ramal's heart was slowly changing.

No matter what tribe they are from, as long as they can fight the Soviets, they are heroes!

Finally, Ramal stood up, leaving the bloody Soviet prisoners behind, and got on the same horse with Osama.

"Da da da..." The crisp sound of gunfire came, and the Soviets had already opened fire from a distance.

Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and their bullets did not hit the riders. They only saw the horses' hooves stepping on the snow and moving quickly in another direction.

Gil Korchagin had an ugly face.

When he heard the violent explosion in the distance, Gil Korchagin knew that the Afghan guerrillas had appeared. At this time, he was still a little excited. The Afghan guerrillas hid, and it was difficult for him to find them. Now, they actually showed up on their own initiative. It was a good opportunity to encircle and annihilate them!

However, when he arrived with his men, he had a bad feeling. The soldiers of his infantry squad were lying dead on the hillside.

Without paying attention to any tactics, Gil Korchagin led his men to rush up, and the guerrillas fled, leaving a skinned soldier on the ground.

Squad leader Askov.

At this time, Askov was not dead, but the skin of his entire upper body was peeled off. He was more painful to live than to die. Even if he was taken back and sent to the hospital, Askov's life could not be saved.

Gil Korchagin looked at Askov's mouth shape, help me! Help me!

Gil Korchagin raised his gun.

"Da." The AK-74 made a crisp sound, and Askov was freed.

"Kill all these Afghan guerrillas!" Gil Korchagin shouted loudly, and the sound echoed throughout the valley.