Soviet Godfather

The speed of the TOYOTA pickup carrying Sergesha and the others, which escaped death, began to slow down until it came to a complete stop. Yakov tried to start the car again, but it was all in vain. The oil gauge light has been on for a long time, and since then the car may break down at any time, and everyone has already prepared in their hearts.

There is no spare fuel in the car, only weapons, food and water. Battalion Commander Vasily lay peacefully in the car with his hands folded in front of him. He died protecting Seryozha and was shot three times. By the time Seryozha found out, it was too late.

Yakov tried three times in a row to start the car, but all failed. Everyone gave up completely and left the car one after another. Seryozha carried the body of Battalion Commander Vasily on his back, and the rest of the people took the remaining food and water, carried AK-47 and enough bullets, and continued to walk south. According to the guidance on the map, the city of Kabul is just south of Seryosha and the others. Analyzing from the map, if the fighters chasing and killing them want to catch up with them, they have to go around the entire canyon, which will take a lot of time. For at least half a day.

In front of Seryozha and the others is a rugged mountainous area without any villages, but some herdsmen and warrior guerrillas. Seryozha must always be on guard against them. Although their military boots are hard, they still hurt their feet when stepping on the gravel road. As the sun gradually sets, the surroundings become cold. Although they have walked for a long time, the road ahead is still long. The five people are like robots. Generally on the road.

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Hafizollah Qasim Wardak had driven everyone out and he was alone in the cave where the partisans were hiding. There is a long table in the middle of the cave, and on the table is his younger brother Abdul.

Hafizola Qasim Wardak removed his brother's clothes one by one. His movements were very gentle, and Hafizola Qasim Wardak took care of the clothes he took off. stacked together. 20 minutes passed, and Abdul was no longer bound. Hafizola Qassem Wardak picked up a white cotton cloth placed aside and dipped it in clean water to clean Abdul. , he wiped the blood on Abdul's face, the bullet hole on his temple looked so hideous.

After Hafizollah Qassem Wardak finished cleaning Abdul's head, the basin of clear water had completely turned blood red. Hafizola Qasim Wardak gave an order, and the subordinates who had been waiting outside walked in tremblingly, and soon prepared another basin of clean water for Hafizola Qasim Wardak . Hafizollah Qasim Wardak drove his men out again, and continued to wash his brother's body alone inside.

Hafizollah Qasim Wardak did it carefully and gently, and he did not finish the job until two hours later. Hafizola Qasim Wardak could not do the next thing alone. He called in his most trusted deputy, and the two of them worked together to wrap Abdullah in a pure white cotton cloth. Le's body, this cotton cloth is called Kefan.

Abdul, wrapped in cotton cloth, was carried outside the cave. It was already night, with a bright moon hanging in the sky, and the cry of wild animals could be heard from time to time in the empty and silent wilderness. The guerrillas outside the cave held torches in their hands, and white curtains were hung on the open space not far away.

Hafizollah Qasim Wardak picked up Abdul's body alone and walked into the curtain, while the rest of the people stayed outside, except for Hafizollah Qassem Wardak In addition to the deceased Abdul, there was a respected imam who came here to preside over Abdul's funeral. In the holy prayers of the imam, Abdul's body was slowly placed in the tomb, the body was placed on the right side, with the face facing the west,

Everything is done in the muslim tradition.

Dust slowly covered Abdul's body, and the dust returned to the dust. The guerrillas outside unanimously pointed the muzzles of their AK-47s at the sky, and then pressed the trigger. Send off your own warriors.

Hafizola Qasim Wardak left the curtain in the sound of gunfire and strode towards the cave with a blank expression on his face. I want to be alone quietly. Back in the cave, Hafizollah Qasim Wardak poured himself a cup of tea, closed his eyes and collapsed on a chair. The images of Abdul when he was alive couldn't stop popping up in his mind, from when Abdul was a child to when Abdul and himself fought against the Soviets, all the images were so clear, just Like playing a movie.

Hafizollah Qasim Wardak was immersed in his own memories, but was suddenly interrupted. A guerrilla broke into Hafizola Qasim Wardak's cave, causing Hafizola Qassem Wardak to nearly draw his gun.

Hafizollah Qasim Wardak stared at the guy coldly, and said in an even colder voice: "What's the matter?"

"Boss, I found something when I was sorting out Abdul's belongings. I think I should show you." After the guerrillas finished speaking, they put the things in their hands respectfully on Hafizollah- Kassim Wardak on the table next to him and turned away.

Hafizollah Qasim Wardak stared at the guerrilla viciously until he was out of the way. Hafizollah Qassem Wardak glanced at the things on the table. There were several photos, and the top one happened to be Abdul. In the photo, Abdul is happily leaning on a rock and smoking a cigarette, with an RPG-7 on his back, and a destroyed Soviet armored vehicle parked beside him.

Hafizola-Kassem-Wardak has an impression of this photo. That time they went to attack the Soviet armored transport convoy together. The battle went very smoothly and they seized a lot of supplies. They were very happy at that time, and Abdul specially took this photo. Hafizola-Qasim-Wardak then looked at the photos in the back, almost every picture of Hafizola-Qasim-Wardak has an impression, these photos are arranged in chronological order, each Each picture brought Hafizollah Qassem Wardak great comfort until he turned to the last one. Hafizollah Qasim Wardak has no impression of this photo. In the photo, five Soviets are knocked to the ground, looking at the camera with horror on their faces, while Abdul stepped on one of them. A big laugh.

Hafizola Qasim Vardakmon stood up from his chair, and all the photos fell to the ground, except for the last photo he was holding in his hand. Hafizollah Qasim Wardak gritted his molars and said viciously: "Abdul, you have a soul in heaven, brother will definitely catch these people to avenge you!"