"We can fight street fighting! We can turn Jalalabad into the grave of the Soviets!" Nikopudding said: "Our battle in Jalalabad will inspire all Afghans to join in the battle against the Soviets! We will definitely win!"

"What if the Soviets dispatched air force? The Soviets would not fight street wars. The Soviets would use large incendiary bombs to turn Jalalabad into a sea of ​​fire. The Soviets would use thermo-press bombs to turn Jalalabad into ruins. At that time, their armored forces could easily crush them. Jalalabad would become the tomb of all our guerrillas!" Mhamad shouted.

This sentence stunned everyone, including Masood and Mhamad, who even he did not expect.

"His Excellency Mhamad, if the Soviets do this, then will all the citizens of Jalalabad be victimized?" Masood said: "The Soviets will not do this!"

"The Soviets will definitely do this, and we, the Afghan guerrillas, will be the culprit that caused the residents of Jalalabad to bear such a disaster!" said Mhamad.

"No! It's absolutely impossible!" Masood shouted.

"The foundation of our guerrilla survival is in the mountains," said Mhamad. "We have no ability to subvert the current regime before our strength has grown, or before the Soviets have planned to retreat! Everyone, if you believe me, please stay in the mountains and work with me Mhamad to attack the Soviet transport convoys and weaken the Soviets' war capabilities! If you go to siege Jalalabad, it will be meaningless."

After saying that, Mhamad said to Osama: "Osama, let him go. He is just a microphone."

Osama poked Nikopudding twice with his gun, then let it go and followed Mhamad forward.

Panjhir guerrillas dodged a way and asked Mhamad and Osama to come out. Mhamad walked and shouted, "If you believe me, please follow me!"

Many people's eyes showed a look of urgency, but they did not move.

Mhamad sighed a little, these people are closer to Masood after all, Mhamad walked back to his team and said to Durani: "Let's go, let's go back to our guerrilla zone."

The guerrillas in Mhamad began to move along the mountain road. After walking for a while, he didn't hear anyone following him. Although the ending could have been expected, he was still a little disappointed. Masood thought he was such an excellent guerrilla captain. Now it seems that he has no sense of the overall situation. At most, he is a tactical commander and cannot see more strategic things.

"His Excellency Mhamad, these Nikopud and Masood's heads were kicked by donkeys." Osama walked side by side with Mhamad and said to Mhamad: "With them, we will continue to win battles. None of them can be trusted. Humph, when they are touching under Jalalabad, they should regret not listening to your advice."

Mhamad shook his head: "No matter what, they are the force of our guerrillas. They are the main force of the Soviets. Their losses are the losses of the entire Afghan guerrillas."

After saying that, Mhamata looked at Osama and said, "Osama, do you still remember our three disciplines?"

Mhamad strives to formalize this guerrilla team. Last year, he emphasized three major disciplines. When he heard Mhamad's words, Osama immediately replied: "Of course, I know that the first is to obey discipline and follow the command."

Osama is a college student and has a high IQ. If you remember this, you will know it by reading it once.

"Then why do you act without permission every time? Don't obey the command?" said Mhamad.

After saying this, Osama immediately felt embarrassed: "Instructor... I'm also for our guerrillas. That Niko Pudding is a disaster. I wanted to get him."

"Remember, we are a team, not a bandit. In the battle, if you don't obey the command, I can shoot you at any time. This time, your unauthorized actions almost caused an internal struggle between our two guerrillas, which played a great negative role in our entire war against the Soviets." Mhamad said.

"Hello, instructor, I know I'm wrong." Osama said.

"After going back, write a review of five thousand words." Mhamad said.

Five thousand words? Osama was even more shocked. This punishment measure... impressed Osama.

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Under the dim oil lamp, Masoud's eyes were covered with blood.

"Captain, this operation is very risky." Fahim said to Masood: "His Excellency Mhamad is right."

"Fashim, are you my person or Mhamad's person?" Masood's sharp eyes looked at Fashim, making Fashim unable to raise his head.

Fashim dared not look at Masood's eyes. He lowered his head and said, "Captain, our roots are in the mountains and attacking a big city. We are not prepared enough. If our actions lead to the destruction of Jalalabad, then we will also become sinners."

"Fashim!" Masood roared: "This is what the alliance means. How could it be wrong for the alliance to use a big victory to boost morale in the whole north? You are too short-sighted and have no sense of the overall situation!"

"Captain! I, Fashim, have no sense of the overall situation. I only know that His Excellency Mhamad is right! The alliance is not qualified to order us. The greatest contribution we have made to the war of resistance is to attack the Soviets' transport convoy here." Fashim raised his head steadily and looked at Masood. At this time, his eyes were full of determination.

"I want you to obey my orders, or I will kill you." Masood's words began to become cold, and he raised his ak-74 rifle, which was the weapons of the Soviets seized in the last guerrilla war in Badakhshan Province.

"Even if you kill me, you can't kill the truth." Fashim said: "If we leave the mountainous areas, we will lose ourselves."

After saying that, Fashim walked out with great strides.

Masoud was trembling and wanted to pull the trigger several times, but he really couldn't do anything about the person who had been with him since the beginning.

So he could only watch Fashim walk out of the cave.

Fashim let out a long sigh, but Masood did not take action, which shows that he still valued himself. He tried to stop Masood from making mistakes at the cost of his life, but the effect was still not great.

His steps suddenly stopped, and the cave was surrounded by guerrillas. The quarrels outside all heard the quarrels.

"If you think that His Excellency Mhamad is right, please follow me. If you think that attacking Jalalabad is correct, please stay here." At this moment, Fashim's steps were extremely heavy. His actions mean that this guerrilla team that had fought in the Panjhir Mountains for several years would be divided due to his reasons.

Some people wanted to leave, but stopped again. In the end, only a few dozen people followed Fashim.

"His Excellency Masood, shoot Fashim immediately, he has been betrayed!" Niko Pudding said with a gloomy face. His arm was fixed to the wooden board, and his bones were broken inside. Pain continued to come from the wound, and his voice changed.

Masoud didn't speak, just kept staying there.

"His Excellency Masood, shoot Fashim immediately! This is the order of the alliance. The person who destroys this operation is the rebel!"

"Get out of your alliance order!" Masoud suddenly became angry and said to Niko Pudding: "If you talk, I will kill you first!"

After saying that, Masud pointed his gun at Nico Pudding, and Nico Pudding was immediately mute.

In the second half of the night, the wind was getting a little strong. Behind a sheltered hillside, the guerrillas sat quietly and rested for a few minutes.

He has already left with the team. Now, the most important thing is to bring the team back safely. What Mhamad is most worried about is the worst situation. Masud will be desperate and ambush himself.

Let's leave this place of right and wrong first. As for the league's attack on Jalalabad, I will definitely not be able to stop it. I can only provide some help at critical moments.

Just as I was thinking, "Gugu, Gugu." A sound of birds cries came from afar.

Hearing this sound, all the guerrillas immediately picked up their weapons and looked for a suitable position. It was the warning sound from the guerrillas who were watching from behind.

Sure enough, it came? A cold light appeared in Mhamad's eyes. If Masood really wanted to ambush himself, then... he could only face the challenge.

Mhamad held a handful of ak-74, bent over, and ran to the end gently. The sentry pointed at the hazy figure in the distance and signaled that a group of people appeared there.

It was indeed a group of people, about twenty, and they walked along the way they came, but... they were not very vigilant, unlike being ambushed by themselves, and if they wanted to ambush, there would be too few people.

There were only a dozen, not like an ambush. Mhamad said with a question in his heart: "Order and don't shoot."

The other party was getting closer and closer, and Mhamad saw it more and more clearly. The person in charge, his body was still trembling when he walked, because the wound on his back had not yet recovered.

Fashim Mhamad stood up from his hiding position and walked over. What did Fashim do? It must have been ambushes!

"His Excellency Mhamad!" Fahim finally caught up with Mhamad. Looking at the tall and burly figure in front of him, Fahim felt like tears were filled with tears: "We think you are right and decided to fight side by side with you." (To be continued)

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Chapter completed!