Soviet Godfather

When Harazofi’s cronies rushed into the room, everything inside was destroyed. The walls and carpets were burnt to black. It can be seen that there were only two human-shaped corpses, and one was completely bombed. Broken. Hafizola's body was shocked to the wall, and a big hole broke in his chest, and he knew it was hopeless at first glance. Everyone rushed into the house and solemnly carried Hafizola's body out. Who could have imagined that this hero who had just led the Paghmans to defeat the powerful Soviet army just as everyone was waiting for him to lead the Afghan people While continuing to fight the Soviets, he was killed by two despicable killers.

　　Almost every member of Paghman's armed forces couldn't believe that this was the truth, even Kalim couldn't believe it, but the fact was in front of him, but he couldn't help but believe it. Angry and sad crowds came from all directions. An Afghan flag covered Hafizola’s body. People flooded the streets. Hafizola’s body was held high above his head by the people who loved him. Everyone Passing his body forward, flowers flew from all directions and landed on Hafizola's body. Everyone used this method to show respect for Hafizola. Suddenly someone in the crowd took the lead and shouted neat slogans.

　　 "Alahu Akbar!"

　　 "Alahu Akbar!"

The slogans are getting more and more orderly. Even people who don’t know can smell a sense of uneasiness, and the neat shouts reach Selesha’s ears. After so many years in Afghanistan, even if she doesn’t understand Pashto, Seresha understands. The meaning of this sentence-God is supreme, this is not only a compliment, but also the slogan of the S war. Not only Sergey Sha, Lebed, Almost everyone from Anton squeezed to the window of the plane, watching the situation outside.

The crowd was not marching aimlessly, but purposely coming towards the An-22 transport plane holding the Soviets. Almost all the Paghmans believed that the Soviets killed Hafizola, and there was no one at all. The concerned assassin is actually an Arab. The crowd was getting closer and closer to the plane, and Yusuf did not dare to neglect. The plane and the prisoners on it were an important bargaining chip for the guerrillas. They weren't used to let the people vent their anger. Yusuf led the guerrillas to build a wall of people outside the plane, blocking the crowd from moving forward. The people who did not know the truth soon became dissatisfied with the guerrillas who were protecting the Soviets. The few people standing in front kept tears, swearing at the guerrillas with their fingers, and even picked up stones on the ground and threw them at the plane. . Yusuf could not help but sigh up to the sky, Harazoffi, if you are in the sky, come and stop these deceived guys.

　　 Just when the conflict was inevitable, someone took a megaphone and bravely stood on the wing of the plane, braving the flying stones, and his voice spread to the crowd through the megaphone.

"We will never let any enemy go. The blood debt must be paid with blood. Only the blood of the enemy can calm the anger in our hearts!" It was Jalal who spoke, and he raised his fist high, like The oath is normal. Cheering slogans came from the crowd. Everyone involuntarily called Jalal’s name. As the successor of Harrazofi’s key training, Jalal, who has become the No. 2 character of Paghman, is not unknown in the Paghman countryside. On the contrary, he is young. On the contrary, the handsome Jalal is more popular with Paghman's youth.

"But are we going to kill them now? No, there is no such cheap thing in the world. I want more Soviets to know our strength. I want more Soviets to feel our anger. I want to Let all the Soviets know how we treat the enemy. So now I want to save them. I want to let them die on a larger stage. I want to judge these disgusting heretics in front of the whole world. I want to execute these Soviets in the name of ZZ, I want to turn Paghman and Afghanistan into a real QZ land." Jalal’s series of provocative speeches raised everyone’s passion to the extreme. Convinced by Jalal, someone in the crowd began to call Jalal's name, and then more people began to respond, and in the end almost everyone was shouting Jalal's name excitedly.

　　 "Jalal!"

　　 "Jalal!"

Standing on the plane, Jalal felt the cheers from the crowd. His heart was angry with a sense of pride. He felt that at this moment his soul seemed to have been blessed by God, and he no longer had to hide in Hafizola. Behind him, he was born and died silently, and now he finally tasted the peak of power.

Sergey stood by the window of the plane and watched Jalal's performance. The mood of the crowd was completely manipulated by a young man. Although Sergey did not know what Jalal said, he knew that the young man did not I am not pleading for them, I am afraid that there will be a worse situation waiting for him later.

Kalim stood beside Yusuf, his heart could not help but squeeze a deep sweat for Seryosha, what this young man said was not as enlightened as Hafizola, it was completely a religious judgment style. Her heart is confused, this feeling is just like before her father died~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Is it about to lose a loved one again? Kalim felt that he had to leave here as soon as possible, and to find Seriosha as soon as possible. Before things got worse, she should rescue Seriosha as soon as possible.

The masses whose relations with the guerrillas began to ease finally handed over the remains of Harazofi, Yusuf, Jalal, and several other guerrilla leaders came to the side of the body, they wrapped the white cloth. Hafizola's body was carried on his shoulders, and they wanted to help Hafizola. The guerrillas in front stood neatly on both sides of the road and saluted Hafizola's body. The crowd behind silently followed Hafizola's body. Everyone started to go up the mountain.

　　 Yusuf felt the weight from Hafizola on his shoulders, his mind gradually calmed down, and his brain finally started to function normally. Hafizola’s assassination revealed strange things everywhere. First of all, Yusuf felt that something was wrong with the assassin’s coming from the Arab world. If the assassin was a Tajik or Turkmen, everything made sense. I heard the introduction and arrangement. The two reporters were Jalal, and Yusuf couldn't help but glanced at Jalal. Although Yusuf had doubts, Jalal could not move by Yusuf now. Yusuf couldn't help but feel sorry for his old friend in his heart. Who was the murderer?

　　 The Soviet prisoners of war hiding in the plane returned to their place in silence. The plane was surprisingly quiet and the atmosphere was extremely suppressed. Everyone looked desperate, as if they had been sentenced to death. "Maybe we should find a chance to run away from here!" Sergey said suddenly. Everyone on the plane heard it, and their eyes turned to Seriosha. She continued, "Don’t you want to try it? Do we have another choice?" Sha Wen was speechless.