Dominate South Asia

Lilith treated Lamel's wound skillfully and bandaged it quickly. She also gave Lamel a box of anti-inflammatory medicine and told him how to take it. When Lamel left, Lilith looked at Mha with an expression on his face. Made, both arms were put on Hamad's arms.

"My dear, I can no longer live without you in my life. Since I left last time, your shadow is in my mind every day." Lilith said to Mhamad: "I want to follow you Together, forever."

After saying that, Lilith's red lips kissed Mhamad's lips.

"I'm sorry." Hamad tilted his head back, avoiding Lilith's lips, and said, "I haven't considered my own affairs before driving away the Soviets."

Although Mhammad is already a Pakistani, he still has the memory of his previous life. The arrival of love should not be so fast. He is a conservative man. The enthusiasm and hotness of Western girls make Mhamad a little bit agitated. Can't accept it.

"My dear, I'm waiting for you, and I'm also looking forward to the day when the Soviets will be driven away." Lilith rested her head on Hamad's chest, feeling the tranquility.

"Why are you here?" Hamad asked again. He didn't believe that Lilith came here just because she missed him.

"I brought you food," Lilith said. "After I returned, I contacted the International Cross Society and decided to support 8,000 kilograms of food here."

Eight thousand kilograms of grain! This is tantamount to providing help in times of need. With this food, my guerrillas can continue to eat until next spring! Moreover, there is still food left over to support surrounding villages. Due to the war, food production in surrounding villages has been severely reduced.

"It's so good!" Mhamad said, overjoyed, and then he felt a moist feeling on his face, followed by a sound.

Lilith boldly kissed Mhamad, and, at this time, Mhamad could not resist and successfully "attacked" Mhamad, with a naughty smile on Lilith's face.

"Your Excellency Mhamad, I have a request." At this moment, a voice sounded in Mhamad's ear.

Hamad turned his head, and it was Ramal who was back.

"Ramel, you have joined our guerrillas, and you are our brothers, our soldiers. If there are any difficulties, we will face them together." Mhamad said.

"Your Excellency Mhamad, our Tajik villages are all out of food. This winter will be very sad. I wonder if you can give some food to our villages. Just a little is enough." Ramel said.

Lamel left and came back, forgetting that Lilith told him how to take the medicine. Was it two pills with a meal, or three pills? As a result, when I heard Lilith's words here, I couldn't control my mouth and spoke out.

This request is a bit excessive.

Now, every village in Afghanistan is short of food, and the Pashtun villages are also having a hard time. This is a Pashtun guerrilla group. If they can accept themselves and kill those Soviets to avenge themselves, it is already very good. Will they also distribute food to their village?

However, when he heard that there was food, Lamel could no longer control himself. This winter was so cold, they could get through it even with a little bit of food. If there was no food, many people would starve to death.

He had to say.

"Your Excellency, instructor, our villages are also very short of food, especially the families of the young men in our guerrilla group. Many of them have no food. When they come to join our guerrilla group, their families lose a strong labor force." Khwaja didn't know what was going on. Shi walked over and said to Hamad.

After accepting Ramal, Khwaja felt that it was a bit inappropriate. Now, this Tajik had already broken the rules by blending into his Pashtun team. Now, when he just came here, he didn't fight a single battle. , are you going to get food?

There is also a shortage of food in our own villages. Wherever there is food, give it to him!

Mhamad heard Khwaja's words and knew what he meant. He also knew that many people were dissatisfied with this foreigner entering his own guerrillas.

"This is an arduous and protracted war." Mhamad's words were calm and full of seriousness: "The fall of Kabul means that our country in Afghanistan has been subjugated. This is not our Pashtun tribe, but the entire country of Afghanistan. There are more than 300 ethnic groups fighting against the invasion of foreign enemies. The Soviet Union is a huge empire. Even the United States does not dare to have a direct armed conflict with the Soviet Union. The road to our liberation in Afghanistan is full of thorns and the future is extremely bumpy. "

More and more people gathered in front of the cave. They all pricked up their ears and listened to Mhamad's words. They knew that Mhamad was absolutely right.

Although they fought several victorious battles, this loss was insignificant to that huge empire.

"This year is already the third year. Our guerrillas have just accumulated strength. However, there is still a long way to go before we can drive away the Soviets. It will be a long time. It may take another three years, or it may take another In thirty years, many of us may bleed and die." Hamad said in a long tone: "But, I believe that the final victory will definitely belong to us in Afghanistan, and the invaders are destined to fail. End!"

Yes, we will definitely win! Thinking of the hard battles over the past few years and their dead brothers, some guerrillas have already burst into tears.

"We must unite all our Afghans. The Pashtuns are Afghans, and the Tajiks, Uzbeks, Kazakhs, Nuristanis, Balochs, etc. are also Afghans! As long as they take up arms and resist the Soviet Union, they are our compatriots and our comrades-in-arms. All of us Afghans must clench our fists tightly to drive the Soviets away!" Muhammad said: "Unity is strength. Long live unity, long live the great Afghanistan!"

Long live unity! Long live Afghanistan! The guerrillas around raised their fists and shouted with Muhammad.

Ramal's eyes were full of tears. Thinking of his previous hostility towards this Pashtun guerrilla, he regretted it. Unity! All Afghans must unite together!

The shouts continued, and this voice echoed in the valley, broke through the clouds, and floated over the whole of Afghanistan.

Only with unity can there be a brand new Afghanistan!

"When the food arrives, we will give our Tajik compatriots 2,000 kilograms of food." Muhammad said.

2,000 kilograms! Ramal was trembling in his heart. Originally, he only hoped to have a few hundred kilograms of food, which could be turned into porridge to survive the winter. With 2,000 kilograms, the tribesmen would survive the winter safely!

"Mr. Muhammad, the Tajik youths in our village will become the most determined fighters at your discretion!" Ramal said: "We Tajiks will work with our Pashtun brothers to drive away the Soviets and shed every drop of blood in our bodies!"

Mhammad patted Ramal on the shoulder: "Send a message back to the village, we need to send some animals to carry the food."

The heavy snow blocked the mountains and the roads were difficult to travel. The transportation of food was the most important thing.

Lilith glanced at Muhammad with even more admiration in her eyes. This time she came here to inform Muhammad that she had prepared food, just to let him find a way to transport the food to the mountains. Now, before Lilith said anything, Muhammad had already pointed out this problem.

Outside the crowd, James had an elusive light in his eyes. When his eyes met Lilith's, he immediately turned away.

After settling Ramal, Muhammad came to the front of the transported weapons. When he saw the gun barrels, racks, and wheels, he quickly assembled them.

Soon, a towed multiple rocket launcher appeared in front of him.

Twelve tubes, one salvo, are enough to destroy an enemy outpost. Moreover, it is not heavy, and it can be dragged by a strong horse to fight guerrilla warfare in the mountains.

In Muhammad's mind, he instantly thought of the Soviet outposts entrenched on the side of the mountain. After training the guerrillas and learning how to aim and fire, he would start with those Soviet outposts!

After assembling several 107 rocket launchers, Muhammad did not stop and began to operate on the captured bulletproof armor.

With only a small hacksaw, it was painful and long to saw the armor. After five or six saw blades broke, Muhammad finally sawed off a piece.

The sharp part of the edge had to be polished off.

Lilith squatted beside Muhammad and watched Muhammad saw off a piece of shiny metal.

"Dear, what is this?" Lilith asked curiously.

"Lilith, you have to do me a favor." Muhammad said, sewing is still better done by women.

"It's my honor to help you." Lilith said.

"Use canvas and sew a vest for me, with pockets on the front and back." Muhammad said, "Just enough to hold my thing."

Muhammad gestured, and Lilith quickly understood and said, "Okay, no problem." It is also a very romantic thing to be able to make clothes for your lover, even if it is just a vest.

The next sentence made her feel like she was going to collapse instantly: "Make twenty of these vests. Also, make a bullet bag that can be worn on the chest, which can hold four magazines."

Mhammad certainly wasn't just thinking about himself. This piece of armor could be used to make twenty bulletproof inserts, which could protect the lives of twenty guerrillas.

The Soviet bullet bags were placed diagonally on the side, next to the buttocks. When running, they would swing and slap the buttocks, which was very uncomfortable. The bullet bags of Eastern countries were placed on the chest, with a vertical row of seams. If you force them in, you can stuff six or seven in, which is very convenient. If it's an AK-74 magazine, you can stuff more.

Since Lilith is here, just use this free labor.

After saying this, Muhammad started sawing the second piece, sweating profusely, and then sawed off the second piece.

"Sir Muhammad, are you making armor?" At this moment, a voice sounded next to him.

Muhammad looked up and saw James staring at what he had sawed off.