Dominate South Asia

Mohammad Fahim, Massoud's assistant, succeeded Massoud as the military leader of the Northern Alliance after Massoud was assassinated in a suicide bombing in later generations. The relationship between the two was established in the current anti-Soviet war.

Fahim is also a Tajik. The evaluation of this person in later generations is much richer. Some people say that he is the most influential Afghan military strategist and politician, while others say that he is a brutal warlord and executioner. In short, this person has a very complicated personality.

Unruly, and more ethnic sentiment.

Now, when this person heard Muhammad mention unity, he immediately said the most acute problem, to be incorporated.

If two guerrillas join together to fight, there can only be one leader, who to listen to, which is related to the issue of military power.

Hearing Fahim say this, Ramal immediately came up to rescue: "Sir Fahim, Sir Muhammad didn't mean that."

"So you are here to join us?" Fahim said: "Sir Muhammad has rich command experience, has won many battles, and joined our Panjshir guerrillas. I will give him my position as deputy captain."

Although he said so, the meaning of provocation was already obvious. This guy was very repulsive to Muhammad and was unwilling to unite and act.

Hearing that they would be incorporated into their own side, the people following Muhammad, Khwaja, Osama, and Durrani, all looked dissatisfied. They had come here through mountains and rivers just to unite and fight the Soviets together. This guy in front of him really didn't know what was good for him!

Muhammad watched quietly. Although Masood had just scolded him, Fahim didn't care. Obviously, the two of them, one red-faced and the other white-faced, were actually trying to intimidate him.

Thinking of this, Muhammad couldn't help but despise him in his heart. If it weren't for the name of Massoud, if it weren't for the fact that Afghanistan would no longer be in civil strife, Muhammad would not want to wade into this muddy water.

The rifle on Fahim's back was not simple. Although it was an old-fashioned gun, it was equipped with a scope. Muhammad knew that this guy must be a sniper. Such people are very proud.

Then strike at the pride of such people!

Fahim made Muhammad feel very uncomfortable. For such people, we must strike him from his best thing!

"Sir Fahim, your shooting skills are very accurate, right?" Muhammad asked.

"Of course, this gun of mine was left to me by my father. I used it to kill thirteen Soviets. Every time I killed one person, I carved a line on the handle of this gun." Fahim was very proud. He took the gun off his back and showed Muhammad the thin line on the handle of the gun. This is what snipers are most proud of.

"Cough, cough." Behind Muhammad, Khwaja coughed twice and took off the rifle he was carrying. The handle of this SVD rifle was already full of bayonet marks, dozens of them!

"My handle was too scratchy, so I stopped carving it later." Khwaja said.

Looking at Khwaja's handle, Fahim's eyes suddenly flashed with some strangeness, anger, jealousy, dissatisfaction, all kinds of emotions.

"This is also a sniper, how about we compete?" Fahim said.

Khwaja glanced at Muhammad, who shook his head, so Khwaja replied: "I'm sorry, every bullet in my gun chamber is for the Soviets."

Contempt, this is absolute contempt! Fahim's face was angry, and he suddenly raised his gun.

"Quack, quack." A raven flew high in the sky.

"Bang." Raising the gun, aiming, shooting, all in one go, Fahim pulled the trigger without even aiming.

The raven in the sky flapped its wings vigorously in the sound of the gunfire, and just after flapping twice, it screamed and fell from the sky.

Several Panjshir guerrillas immediately ran over the hillside to pick up the raven that was shot down.

"Good luck, we can drink crow soup later." Fahim said.

"Good, good, brother Fahim, your shooting skills are really good." Muhammad said: "In this case, let's exchange ideas, Khwaja, you also shoot a bird down, and add to the pot."

Having been with Muhammad for so long, Khwaja can also cooperate with Muhammad tacitly. Hearing what Muhammad said, Khwaja immediately nodded and agreed. Instead of holding the gun, he took out a piece of black cloth from his clothes.

Fahim's face gradually became ugly. He watched Khwaja blindfold himself, and then he held the gun.

The Soviet SVD rifle! A special sniper rifle! Fahim had actually captured one in battle before, but after comparison, he found that the accuracy was not as good as his bolt-action rifle passed down from his ancestors, so he continued to use his old rifle.

Just now, Fahim seemed to be understating it, but in fact, he was already concentrating, and the person in front of him actually wanted to shoot with his eyes blindfolded. How could this be possible?

Hewaja knew that he must not embarrass the instructor. His sniping ability was innate, and the acquired training was educated by the instructor step by step, which greatly improved his sniping level.

Sniping is about precise calculation! Calculate the wind speed, the speed of the opponent's movement and the speed of your bullet's arrival, so that they have a close contact at the same time and place!

"Quack, quack." Another bird flew by, and Hewaja picked up the gun, the muzzle turned with the bird, and then pulled the trigger.

"Da." With the sound of the gunshot, the bird fell from the sky.

How is it possible? Even Masud on the side was startled. Can this hit even with his eyes closed?

"The target is too big." Mhamad said: "Get another one."

After saying that, Hamad took out a coin from his chest and threw it far into the sky.

"Da." There was another crisp sound, and the coins in the sky made a soft tinkling sound.

The coin fell at Fahim's feet. He picked it up and saw a big hole in the middle of the coin, which was left by the bullet. Even with his eyes open and focusing on aiming, Fahim didn't have this. grasp.

Khwaja took off the black cloth, put the gun behind him again, and said, "It's a pity that two bullets were wasted."

Khwaja was very heartbroken. These were specialized sniper bullets. They were originally used to attack the Soviets, but now they were wasted.

Fahim's face was full of surprise. He wanted to rush up and grab Khwaja's sniper rifle to see if there was anything weird in his gun, but he finally held back.

"In the name of God, your guerrillas have been able to achieve so many victories. It's really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. This sniper is so strong. We admire it." Masoud then spoke: "I wonder what you have come to the Panjshir Valley this time. Something important?”

At this time, Masoud still did not accept the proposal of unity. Hamad knew that it was impossible for him to let Masoud fight alongside him just after he came here. His comrades could rest assured on the battlefield. The Tajiks and Pashtuns are not so close as each other.

"We got the news." Mhamad said: "The Soviets have assembled the superior strength of two regiments to enter the Panjshir area and mop up."

The Soviets are coming to raid again! After a winter of rest, the Soviets were finally ready to take action.

Mhamad was fully prepared. The mountainous area north of Jalalabad was already under Mhamad's control. He had ample strategic space for the Soviets to fight guerrillas.

Hamad knew that he had become a thorn in the side of the Soviet Union. However, when he received the news about the internal agents in Jalalabad, he realized that the Soviet Union had no intention of annihilating them. The Soviet Union's main goal was to Panjshir region.

This is the main transportation artery for the Soviets. If the Soviets don't get through here, their logistics supplies will always be in danger. No matter where they launch an offensive, they will need huge military supplies, such as tanks. Once dispatched, It consumes a lot of fuel.

Two groups! This means that there will be about 4,000 Soviet troops coming to sweep this time, and they will definitely be accompanied by government troops. The total number will exceed 5,000. The Soviets are very aggressive and want to completely eliminate Pan Jiexi in one go. Your traffic artery.

Getting this news was also the reason why Mhamad came to meet Masud.

Sure enough, Masud's calm expression just now changed to another look, one that was more solemn and serious.

"Thanks to our friends." Massoud said: "This is timely news. The Soviets want to launch a raid on us, so we will deal with them in the mountains. They can't defeat us."

Masoud is an experienced guerrilla commander. His ability to gradually develop and grow in the Panjshir region is inseparable from his personal leadership. The essence of guerrilla warfare is to protect oneself and destroy the enemy.

When the Soviet troops are coming, they should retreat and use the favorable terrain in the mountainous area to kill each one. When the Soviets leave, Masoud can lead his men out of the cave and continue to clean up the Soviet Union on both sides of the road. Human transport convoy.

These transport convoys coming from the far north are the arteries of the Soviets in Afghanistan.

After saying these words, Masoud looked at Mhamad, calmed down, and said: "Your Excellency Mhamad, can I invite you to fight alongside us?"

At this time, having more strength is the best.

"We are here to fight the Soviets." Mhamad said, "I hope we can fight side by side."

In the face of real threats, Masoud's originally repellent mentality took over. The addition of Mhamad, a new force, can make their guerrilla warfare even better.

At this moment, Masoud heard Mhamad's words, which shocked him.

"Before the Soviets sweep away, I have another idea. Let's fuck the Soviets hard first!"