Dominate South Asia

One side of his thin face was swollen because he was hit hard during the interrogation. His body was still good, with no blood or scars. He sat on the hay on the ground and looked at Muhammad with a pair of bright eyes.

"Brother, how did you get in?" Seeing that Muhammad's arm was still bleeding, he was obviously shot. His attitude towards Muhammad was very good. The two must have the same faith.

"We used rockets to bomb a bar and killed more than a hundred Soviets." Muhammad said lightly.

More than a hundred! The man almost stood up immediately, but as soon as he moved, he groaned and sat down again.

His hands and feet were chained together, and he couldn't move even if he wanted to.

"Brother, I admire you!" The man on the ground said, "You are a great hero!"

Mhammad sat next to him and asked, "How did you get in?"

"I founded a service camp." The man on the ground said, "I recruited Arab volunteers to help Afghan refugees and Afghan guerrillas. Jalalabad has been blocked these two days, and I was unfortunately caught when I passed the checkpoint."

Service camp! Muhammad's mind instantly remembered the name of the person who resounded around the world in later generations, and he couldn't help asking, "Osama bin Laden?"

Osama was born in a wealthy family in Saudi Arabia. Originally, his life could be like other rich second-generations, go to college, inherit a company, marry more than a dozen wives, and enjoy everything that wealth brings.

However, Osama's original life trajectory did not follow this routine. It was disrupted by the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan. The young and vigorous Osama gave up his studies and came from the peaceful Saudi Arabia to the war-torn Afghanistan.

In the early days, Osama did not directly participate in the battle with the Soviets. He was more like an international Red Cross, helping Afghan refugees and sometimes aiding the Afghan guerrillas.

In this way, Osama was on the Soviet blacklist and was accidentally captured in this operation.

In the past two days, Jalalabad has increased its vigilance because of the arrival of the two test pilots. In order to protect their safety, roadblocks and inspections are very strict.

As a result, the two test pilots died, and their bodies could not be found. Only broken limbs and arms were left in the ruins.

Hearing Muhammad call out his name, Osama was even more surprised, "How do you know my name?"

"I am the commander of a guerrilla in the northern mountains of Jalalabad." Muhammad said: "I have heard of you. You have helped a lot of Afghan refugees and bought a batch of weapons with your own money and gave them to the guerrillas."

A guerrilla in the north? Osama couldn't help asking, "Do you know Muhammad Kamaran? He led the guerrillas to attack the Jalalabad air base and blew up more than a dozen female deer. I came to Jalalabad this time and wanted to meet him."

Mhammad touched his nose: "I am Muhammad. I didn't expect I was so famous."

Osama looked at Muhammad's hands in surprise: "You came in with handcuffs just now."

There was an extra paper clip in Muhammad's hand. This was taken from the side when he came out of the interrogation just now. Now, he straightened the paper clip and untied the handcuffs while talking to Osama.

"Keep your voice down." Muhammad said.

Osama looked at Muhammad in surprise as he continued to poke the shackles below with the paper clip. After poking more than a dozen times, the shackles opened with a clatter.

"Come on, it's your turn." Muhammad said.

Osama was even more uncomfortable. His handcuffs and shackles were intertwined, so he could only keep this position, and his whole body was already sore.

Muhammad poked the handcuffs a few times with the paper clip, and Osama breathed a sigh of relief and moved his wrists.

Then, Muhammad continued to poke his shackles, and after a while, Osama finally got free.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door. A prison guard looked through the window of the iron door and saw that both of them were leaning against the wall, and then left.

Everyone has a chance to fail. Now, Muhammad was unfortunately caught. He knew that he only had this one chance.

Relying on those secrets, he temporarily fooled the Soviets. After the Soviets confirmed the intelligence, they would definitely interrogate him again. Moreover, he had killed so many Soviets, and it was a delusion to want to get out alive. Even if he told all the secrets, he would still be shot in the end.

Now is the only chance, escape from prison!

Muhammad looked at the prison again. This was the original Jalalabad prison. The walls were made of bricks and were not very strong. If he had enough time, he could have dug a hole in the wall, but now, he didn't have enough time.

There was an iron door in front, with only a small opening for delivering food. Unless he tricked the prison guards to open the door for him, he couldn't get out at all.

Apart from these, there was only the wall behind. At the top of the wall, there was an iron window made of steel bars inserted into bricks, which was the size of a vent. The prison was airtight, and prisoners often suffocated to death in prison. Later, the prison here was renovated and had more vents.

It seemed that he could only think of a way from the vent. Muhammad took the shackles and wrapped the iron chain of the shackles around the steel bars next to the vent. The thick steel bars could not be broken by himself.

After the iron chain was wrapped around, Muhammad stuffed the handcuffs between the iron chains and began to use the handcuffs as a lever to twist the iron chain. The iron chain was gradually tightened, and the two steel bars made a slight sound and gradually bent.

The handcuffs were not easy to use. If there was a crowbar, it would be the most suitable. Muhammad's hands hurt. This was his only chance to escape, and he couldn't give up.

When the iron chain was tightened, it would pull the two steel bars. The distance between the steel bars gradually became smaller and was bent. Then, one steel bar began to loosen slowly, and then loosened again. Finally, it was pulled out from the brick gap!

Muhammad took this steel bar. There was a hole in the window of the cell. He did the same thing again and removed three steel bars. Although the hole was small, it was enough for one person to climb out.

"Osama, hurry up, you go out first." Muhammad said to Osama.

"You go first!" At this time, Osama was very righteous.

"Okay." Muhammad did not refuse. At this time, it was more dangerous to go out first. After all, there were Soviets everywhere outside.

Muhammad's head went out first. Unless he was a fat man, otherwise, as long as his head went out, his body would definitely go out.

Muhammad fluttered twice at the entrance of the cave and slowly turned out from inside. This was the second floor. He reached out and reached the sewer pipe, and slowly climbed down.

At this time, it was dusk, and there was still half an hour before dark.

As Muhammad came out, Osama also climbed out. When he saw that there were still several meters below, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Muhammad's legs fell to the ground, looked up at Osama above, and kept waving at him, instructing him to come down immediately.

And Osama did the same thing, waving to Muhammad constantly.

What happened? Muhammad looked back and saw two Soviet soldiers suddenly appear in the corner of the wall.

With AK-74s hanging behind their bodies, the two men were not very alert. They came to the corner lazily and unbuttoned their pants.

There was only one toilet in the prison, which was far away, so the soldiers guarding the prison almost agreed to go to the back of the prison to have sex.

In addition to sex, there were also some yellow and white things. Many people even had their bowels here.

The two men unbuttoned their pants and were about to take out the things under their crotch. Suddenly, a Soviet soldier looked up and saw Muhammad, who had nowhere to hide.

Suddenly, he was shocked: "What are you doing?"

He loosened his pants with both hands and wanted to take out the gun from the back. Just when his hands loosened, his pants fell down. A cool breeze blew and his crotch was cold.

Muhammad didn't even think about it. At this time, he had to fight!

Muhammad was holding a steel bar in his hand, which he had just taken out when he opened the prison window. Now, Muhammad took the steel bar and stabbed it straight forward.

The steel bar whistled fiercely and pierced the chest of the Soviet soldier who was re-opening his pants. He screamed and fell backwards with his head raised.

Muhammad pulled out the bayonet on the guy's belt.

Another Soviet soldier had already pulled up his pants when Muhammad killed his companion. He stepped back and untied his gun from behind. Just as he was about to pull the bolt, a special thing flew over.

Disgusting! Shit! The Soviet soldier subconsciously tilted his head back, but still didn't dodge it. Bang, something with a special smell covered his face, and he couldn't open his eyes.

Muhammad took this opportunity to swing the bayonet over, and the bayonet cut the guy's trachea horizontally, and then cut the carotid artery on the side.

Blood splashed on Muhammad's body. Muhammad put away the knife. At the moment when the other party let go and covered his neck, Muhammad pulled the AK-74 rifle over.

"Quick!" Muhammad inserted the bayonet into his waist, holding the gun in one hand, and quickly untied the Soviet soldier's bullet bag with the other hand, and put it on his back, while shouting to Osama behind him. .

Just now, Osama was also very desperate. He jumped down from the second floor and picked up something on the ground. He thought it was half a brick, but it turned out to be feces that had not been completely dried. Throwing this thing over had a better effect.

Osama ran over, bent down, and snatched the AK-74 rifle from the hand of another Soviet soldier who was pierced by steel bars. At this time, the Soviet soldier was still conscious, his whole body was shaking constantly, and blood kept coughing out of his mouth.

Osama also picked up the bullet bag. His eyes were full of fighting spirit. He was very satisfied to be able to fight with Muhammad.