Dominate South Asia

Afghanistan is made up of nearly 300 tribes, large and small. The largest is the Pashtun, followed by the Tajik. Historically, there have been all kinds of grievances between these tribes. Ignorance and backwardness are the root causes of tribal conflicts.

In the north of Jalalabad, the Pashtun population is not large, and the Tajik people are the majority. These people formed a guerrilla team and originally planned to do a big fight. As a result, they found that they could not even eat enough, lacked weapons and ammunition, and had no ability to fight a hard battle.

But those Pashtun guys actually went to Jalalabad and blew up the airport! Dozens of planes were destroyed and hundreds of Soviets were killed! With this credit, the surrounding guerrillas could not raise their heads at all!

There was jealousy in these words, as if the beloved woman was robbed. James originally planned to let them lead the way for him to find Muhammad, but now it seems that this idea has been shattered.

If I bring up Muhammad, I might be driven out of the cave now.

"Sir James, we still want a heavy machine gun." Ramel said: "If there is a heavy machine gun, set up on the top of the mountain, we can shoot down both planes and armored vehicles, and we will not have enough confidence to fight the Soviets!"

Listening to Ramel's words, James couldn't help but think of a word in his heart, idiot, do you think a heavy machine gun can solve the female deer? No wonder you have not achieved any results!

James smiled: "Okay, I will apply to the higher-ups."

The atmosphere of the chat in the cave was quite friendly. At this time, it was almost dawn.

Now is the most sleepy time for a person. The soldier guarding the AKM automatic rifle outside felt that his eyelids were fighting. He closed his eyes, and when he wanted to open them again, he couldn't open them.

Snoring has come from his nose. He is too tired.

He didn't notice that a ball of snow was slowly moving towards him, getting closer and closer, until it suddenly changed its shape and stretched out two hands. The right hand held a shining saber, and the left hand suddenly covered his mouth from behind.

Blood flowed from his neck, and the hot blood spurted out, dyeing the nearby ground red.

His body twitched twice, and then he stood still.

Krisevich rubbed the saber on the man's body twice, wiped the blood off, and put it back on his waist.

Behind him, dozens of snowballs followed.

There were no other sentinels around. The vigilance of this guerrilla team was really poor!

Although Gilkochakin was still a little strange, those donkeys carrying goods were not seen. Could it be that after carrying the goods, they were sent to the homes of local people?

No matter so much, anyway, following the guerrilla, we found this place. This cave looks big, it should be the guerrilla's base.

Then, the next task is to eliminate the guerrillas here!

Separated into two teams, standing on both sides of the cave entrance, Gil Korchagin gestured to Krisevich.

Krisevich took out a grenade from his body, pulled the ring, and then threw it in.

"Sir James, we still want to go to Peshawar for military training. Can you contact the Afghan Mujahideen Islamic Union?" Ramal continued to ask James.

It was indeed a small guerrilla group without organization. James was about to answer when he suddenly heard a small sound.

"Boom."

This was the sound of something thrown in from outside! James was suddenly shocked. Almost without thinking, James immediately shouted: "Lie down!"

The cave was too small. The explosion of a grenade could kill many people. At the moment of lying down, James put the big pot next to him on his body.

Lie down? Ramal hadn't reacted yet. Suddenly, a huge fireball appeared, followed by a deafening explosion.

"Boom!" With the sound of the explosion, countless fragments flew, and the surrounding guerrillas screamed.

This is just the beginning.

When the explosion sounded, a more terrible sound came from outside.

"Da da da, da da da." With the sound of gunfire, several Soviet soldiers rushed in. Their AK74 rifles had been adjusted to bursts. Wherever they could see people, they immediately shot without hesitation.

Kill, kill all these guerrillas! The Soviets had no mercy.

Victory came too easily. When Gil Korchagin walked into the cave, he saw corpses all around. Only one guerrilla was left. This guy was wearing Soviet military boots and carrying a pistol, like a leader.

At this time, he had a piece of shrapnel in his arm, and he was still trembling as he tried to take out the pistol.

"Bang." Gil Korchagin kicked the guy down with one foot, and stepped hard on the wound with his foot.

"Ah." Ramel screamed immediately.

"Where is Muhammad?" Gil Korchagin asked the suffering Ramel.

"I don't know!" Ramel said.

"How could you not know?" Gil Korchagin asked, while continuing to push hard with his feet.

"He is a Pashtun guerrilla, and we are Tajiks. We have never had any contact with each other, so how would I know!" Ramal said, "You Soviets who deserve to go to hell, God will punish you! The guerrillas of Khwaja will kill you! It's useless for you to kill me, my soul will go to see God."

"Okay, then I'll kill you!" Krisevich took out his saber.

Gil Korchagin stopped Krisevich with his eyes. It was obvious that they had attacked by mistake this time. This was just a small guerrilla group, not Muhammad's group at all.

The guerrillas had contact with each other. Gil Korchagin would never believe that this guy didn't know where Muhammad was.

And it was useless to use torture against the Afghan guerrillas. These guys were all diehards. Only the experienced interrogation experts of the KGB could pry open their mouths using modern methods.

"Call the base and send a helicopter. Krisevich, send an infantry squad to take him back for interrogation." Gil Korchagin said.

There was no one alive in the cave. Gil Korchagin wanted to order a retreat, but suddenly saw the big pot on the side. At this time, the big pot was shaking.

Gil Korchagin made a gesture, and Krisevich slowly touched over and suddenly opened the big pot.

Underneath, there was a foreigner with blue eyes!

It turned out that there was a big fish here!

James had just hidden under the big pot, thinking that he could escape. Now, with several guns pointed at him, James knew that he was about to enter another life. He was taken away by them, sent to the KGB, sent to the Soviet Union, and would probably never return to the United States until the end of the war.

James did not have the courage to commit suicide.

"Take him back with you." Gil Korchagin said, "He must know more about Muhammad's guerrillas."

Outside, the sky had become brighter.

Khwaja looked at the whiteness around him and the two guerrillas who were riding back.

"Why, haven't you found James yet?" Hewaja asked.

Yesterday, after walking for two hours, Hewaja felt something was wrong. Leaving James alone there was dangerous. He immediately sent people to look for him. Unexpectedly, he only saw the traces of the burnt fire, and James was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, Hewaja had an ominous premonition. Snowflakes had begun to fall from the sky. James must have lost his way!

In this way, he searched all night.

There was a sound of horse hooves in the distance. Hewaja looked at the people running over. They were his guerrillas, and the leader was Muhammad.

Last night, Hewaja sent someone to send the news back at the same time. Muhammad came overnight.

"What's going on?" Muhammad approached and asked Hewaja.

"Yesterday, James shot a pheasant and insisted on roasting it right away. I was anxious to transport these weapons, so I left James behind. He said he knew the way. As a result, when I sent people to look for him at night, they couldn't find him. James must have lost his way."

If he was just lost, it would be fine. Muhammad frowned. Now, what Muhammad was most worried about was not getting lost.

"Hwaja, take these weapons and continue to return to the base." Muhammad said. Hewaja had already wasted time looking for James, and he couldn't delay any more.

At the same time, Muhammad rode a horse himself, with more than 20 guerrillas behind him, and continued to search towards the north.

This is the activity range of a Tajik guerrilla. If it weren't for transporting weapons, Muhammad would not have come here. Now, James was lost here. He should visit this guerrilla and ask them to help find him. They are more familiar with the terrain here.

"Durani, do you know the situation of the Tajik guerrillas nearby?" Muhammad asked Durani beside him.

"Sir, this guerrilla is not large, only 30 people, and has no weapons. It was established earlier than our guerrillas, and has never fought any battles, so it has no combat effectiveness. Moreover, the leader of this guerrilla is called Ramal, who has some conflicts with our Pashtun people, and we don't have much contact with him at ordinary times." Durani said.

After speaking, Durani was stunned for a moment: "Instructor, do you want to recruit this guerrilla? Ramal is very stubborn, let's not waste our time on it."

Mhammad shook his head: "I just ask them to help find James."

Mhammad knew Durani's thoughts. The hostility between the tribes was very strong. Regardless of whether this guerrilla could be recruited, once it was recruited, Muhammad would teach those Tajiks all the military knowledge. In the future, once the Tajiks turned against each other, they would become powerful enemies.

Only by resolving racial hatred and estrangement can Afghanistan become truly strong. Otherwise, both the Soviet Union and the United States will only treat Afghanistan as a pawn, and Afghanistan will never have peace.

Now Muhammad has begun to plan for the future.

After riding a horse for a while, Muhammad suddenly pulled the horse with a solemn expression.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and the strong smell of blood.