Dominate South Asia

In the cave, several oil lamps were burning. In the middle of the oil lamps was a temporary bed. On the bed, a person was lying there.

Biting a wet towel tightly in his mouth, sweat dripped from Fahim's forehead.

A man in a white robe was working on his back with a scalpel and tweezers. Pieces of shrapnel were pinched out of his back. Time passed by little by little. He Clamped out all the shrapnel and started cleaning the wound.

Without anesthesia, this was simply a form of torture for the patient. Veins popped up on Fahim's arms, but he still controlled his upper body to stay still so that the doctor could clean his wounds.

Finally, after cleaning the wound, the doctor began to suture it. Fahim felt sleepy as never before, and slowly, he actually fell asleep.

Finally, the operation was completed, and the man in white robe re-bandaged the wound before walking out.

Outside, there is a fresh night breeze.

Seeing the man in white robe come out, Hamad immediately said: "Doctor Khalid, how is Fahim?"

"No problem, the wounds have been taken care of. This Fahim is so strong." Khalid said: "In order not to affect the body, no anesthetic was used."

When he came out, he brought a medicine box with him, plus the medicines provided by the service camp, and he was completely ready for an operation. However, Fahim didn’t know who he heard from, but he didn’t know who told him that nerves would be damaged during anesthesia, especially since he was having surgery on his upper body. The surgery required general anesthesia. Sometimes, people under general anesthesia would never wake up again. Therefore, Fahim was determined not to use anesthesia and just endured it.

"Well." Hammad said, "Dr. Khalid, you are also tired. Go and rest first."

The operation lasted for more than four hours, and it was all performed by Khalid alone. Hamad even began to regret that he did not bring Lilith with him when he came here, otherwise Lilith could be an assistant.

Looking at the stars in the sky, Mhammad sat quietly. The sky in Afghanistan was so clear, and the evening breeze carried a fresh earthy smell.

In the midst of battle, such peace and tranquility are rare.

There were footsteps beside him, and Mhammad raised his head. It was Osama.

Osama followed and sat next to Mhamad, looking at the sky above his head, and said: "This is such a nostalgic place. The sky is much more beautiful than that of Liyade."

Osama, who was born into a wealthy Saudi family, is now worth hundreds of millions of dollars. However, he appeared on the bloody battlefield, fighting a war that had nothing to do with him.

"Osama, are you homesick?" Mhammad asked.

"I think." Osama said: "Abdallah is already six years old. I must have grown a lot in the past few years since I left home."

Early marriage is common in the country. Osama was married when he was seventeen. More than a year later, his eldest son Abdullah was born.

"The Soviets invaded Afghanistan. This is an invasion of our entire country." Mhamad said: "We will definitely drive away the Soviets!"

After finishing speaking, Mhammad glanced at Osama and said: "Osama, the Abboud and Farabi I met today are already soldiers of the government army. They are really good."

Hamad’s words are profound.

"They came with me from Saudi Arabia." Osama said: "In order to facilitate their movement in Afghanistan, I arranged for them to be Afghans. Those greedy officials, as long as they have money, can push your family tree up two places." The ten generations were all compiled, but they joined the government army only after I fought with our guerrillas. Dana’s appearance made me understand the importance of arranging our own people, and the government army happened to be recruiting troops. The two of them went in."

The service camp was Osama's own organization. In later generations, this organization transformed into Al Qaeda. Now that Hamad has met Osama, he should naturally make this organization a force of his own. , and take good care of this force and don't go down the old path of the past.

"The service battalion plays a big role in Afghanistan." Seeing that Osama hadn't gotten to the point yet, Mhamad couldn't help but remind him again.

"There are only about twenty people in the service camp now, scattered in various places." Osama said: "The main thing is to provide assistance. Our guerrillas, with American assistance, are better than what I can get, so I I haven’t provided anything to our guerrillas, but as long as you speak, I can contribute all my wealth at any time.”

Osama said very seriously: "I have several companies, distributed in Saudi Arabia and Western countries, with total assets of more than 100 million U.S. dollars. If necessary, it is no problem to withdraw several million U.S. dollars of working capital. I’m willing to sell all my companies and buy weapons for our guerrillas.”

"Brother, that is your family property." Mhamad patted Osama on the shoulder and said: "We guerrillas cannot use your family property to arm us. With the seizures on the battlefield and the assistance of the Americans, we have already Enough."

Mhammad said it very easily. Now, the service camp is still in its infancy, with more than 20 people, and it doesn’t have much power yet. Besides, as long as Osama follows him, the service camp will be his own sooner or later, so why should he? Too anxious?

Hammad has completely let go of the matter.

The night wind blew, and everything around was quiet, only the whistling of the wind could be heard.

………

"Fahim, your body has not fully recovered yet, you need to rest more." Muhammad said to Fahim who came out.

More than ten days passed, and Fahim finally couldn't stay in the cave for a few days. He came out of it. He hadn't seen the sun for several days and his face was a little pale.

"It's okay. I haven't touched a gun for several days. I'm really depressed." Fahim said: "I'm a drag on us, otherwise, we can definitely fight a few more battles."

In the past ten days, there have been great changes outside. The government soldiers pretended to search the mountains twice, and then retreated. They left the Panjshir Valley, leaving only a small number of garrison troops. The two Soviet troops chasing the guerrillas in other provinces also ended their search missions and returned to Bagram Base.

If it weren't for Fahim, Muhammad could still send the Soviets out with courtesy and cause them some casualties. Now, Muhammad and his dozen people can only stay here to guard Fahim.

This also made Fahim feel that he was a burden to Muhammad, and he wanted to get better as soon as possible.

"Fahim, remember, we fight to save ourselves and destroy the enemy." Muhammad said: "If we can't save ourselves, how can we destroy the enemy?"

This is the essence of guerrilla warfare. When the enemy is strong, you can't fight hard. You should escape when you should. It's not shameful at all.

Fahim listened thoughtfully. Since meeting Muhammad, Fahim has gone from suspicion to belief in Muhammad, and now, he has absolute trust and admiration for Muhammad, even more than Masoud.

"Mr. Masoud is coming back." Muhammad said: "When the Soviets leave, we can continue to ambush the Soviet transport team here. This is the time for the guerrillas to show their skills."

As he was talking, he saw a team of people coming through the winding and rugged mountain road from a distance. The guerrillas who stayed there to keep watch had already connected with the other side.

Back! Our team is back!

Fahim straightened his back, and although he felt constant pain there, he still took steps and walked towards it.

Masood walked with a tall man, and behind them was Durrani, who looked excited.

The two guerrillas sometimes separated and led the Soviets to wander in the mountains, and sometimes joined together to encircle and annihilate the small Soviet forces that were chasing them closely. This battle was so exciting. These days, Durrani commanded the guerrillas in Jalalabad and felt very happy.

However, no matter how many victories we won, we could not compare to the instructor. The instructor used anti-aircraft guns to kill the Soviet division commander! The news spread throughout Afghanistan, and all the guerrillas knew the name of the instructor.

It was because of this that this mysterious man found his own guerrillas and came to see the instructor.

When Muhammad appeared in front of them, everyone was excited.

"Thanks to the Almighty God, who guided our guerrillas to win again." Muhammad's voice was clearly heard by everyone: "We will win one victory after another until the Soviets are driven out of our land! Long live the great Afghanistan!"

"Long live!" Everyone cheered together.

Muhammad looked at the strange man, who put his right hand on his chest, saluted Muhammad devoutly, and said: "Sir Muhammad, we are very satisfied to hear that you killed the Soviet division commander. We specially sent me to express our condolences to you. My name is Nico Pudding."

Afghan Mujahideen Islamic League! Muhammad had a headache when he heard this name, because all the armed forces in the north, various guerrillas, belonged to this alliance in terms of affiliation. Even the guerrillas in Jalalabad that he led, Khwaja, joined the Afghan Islamic Association after being organized, and this association is also a branch of the Afghan Mujahideen Islamic League.

The headquarters of this organization is located in Peshawar, and the American aid started from Peshawar. Therefore, in order to obtain aid, various guerrillas have joined this organization one after another. Fortunately, this organization is a loose alliance and will not interfere in the specific affairs of each organization. It only provides help. For example, the instructor Muhammad was sent by the alliance after applying to Pakistan.

Muhammad was not interested in this organization, as if it was a sword hanging over his head. Although the man in front of him was saluting him, the tone of his words had a sense of superiority.