The pretending Niko Pudding originally planned to rely on her new identity to foster courage. After all, the foreign minister of a country is a considerable official position, and Niko Pudding also intends to remove the deputy.

However, this identity did not bring any good luck to Niko Pudding. His fists, feet, and butt stocks were slammed on Niko Pudding without hesitation. Niko Pudding could only hold his head and lie on the ground and scream. The pain was constantly coming from his body.

These guys are so cruel! Niko Pudding endured the pain while thinking in his mind that when he completed the task, the Soviet shells and bombs would blow up here and kill everyone!

The storm-like blow lasted for more than ten minutes. Seeing Niko Pudding motionless, everyone stopped. They strictly followed Mhamad's order and beat him up half his breath!

After a long time, Nico Pudding's hand moved, then slowly sat up, bleeding from her head, and a pain was everywhere on her body. It seemed that a rib on her back was broken, which was heart-wrenching.

"Wow." A basin of cold water was poured on Nico Pudding's head. With this, the wounds all over his body were even more painful, but his brain was awake.

"His Excellency Minister of Foreign Affairs, what are you here to negotiate?" Mhamad said: "If we want us to surrender, we will not do such a thing."

"Of course not." Niko Pudding suppressed his anger and said coldly: "War is the business of the soldiers, and we should not involve civilians. Now, there are both Soviet civilians and Afghan civilians here. Therefore, the 108th Division is very generous and willing to release the civilians living here. Only the guerrillas are left to fight with dignity. As a return, you need to release all the Soviet prisoners. They are not soldiers, most of them doctors and nurses, and are objects protected by the Geneva Convention. They have nothing to do with war."

"So that's how it is." Mhamad said, looking at a plane flying quickly in the distance. The opponent's height exceeded the height of the stinger. It was very safe. It should be a reconnaissance plane.

"Fight a battle with dignity? Then why are we upright? The Soviets had planes and cannons, and we only had rifles in our hands." Mhamad said: "These Soviet prisoners are our last support, and we are not that stupid yet. If these Soviet prisoners were let go, we would all die here."

"If you don't do this, the civilians in the encirclement will be attacked. Are you willing to watch these civilians die because of guerrillas?" Niko Pudding said: "There are only thirty Soviets in the encirclement, and there are at least three or four hundred Afghan civilians. The guerrillas are very rewarding for one Soviet person to exchange for more than a dozen Afghan civilians."

"So that's the case." Mhamad said: "Then I can consider it."

"We are not afraid of death!" At this moment, an old man suddenly came out of the house in this courtyard. The old lady with white hair came out.

"The Soviets occupied our territory and killed our compatriots, and the guerrillas helped us revenge. We are not afraid of death! We cannot let the Soviet conspiracy succeed!"

When the battle first began, the gunfire outside scared the civilians here, they didn't know what was going on. Now, they learned that it was their own guerrillas who were fighting back, and they all began to be happy.

What's so scary about death? Even if you die with the guerrillas, you cannot let the Soviet prisoners go! Such an old woman is very familiar with her.

"Yes! I want to join the guerrillas!" At this moment, another little boy came out. He seemed to be just in his early teens and was only a little taller than the AKM rifle with a bayonet. He was ready to join the guerrillas.

"Where is your dad?" asked Mhamad.

"When the Soviets first came in, they said that their father was a guerrilla team and were captured. Later, they never saw him again." The little boy said.

"What about your mom?"

"My mother..." The little boy didn't say anything, tears flowed down his face. He suddenly ran a few steps and came towards Ilena. He was about to take off Ilena's pants when he came up. Ilena grabbed her pants in fear and said to the little boy, "What are you going to do?"

"I want to avenge my mother! That's how my mother died in the hands of Soviet soldiers!" The little boy grabbed Ilena's pants tightly, pulled it hard, and the belt opened, revealing the narrow panties inside.

Several guerrillas around him immediately grabbed Ilena's arms and legs when they saw Ilena resisting. As soon as Ilena struggled, the mask on her face loosened and fell down. Seeing her face, all the guerrillas instantly swallowed and spitted. It was so beautiful!

"Ilena!"

"stop!"

Mhamad glanced at Nikopudine, and the sound of stopping was made by Mhamad, and the name Ilena was made from Nikopudine's mouth.

The guerrillas under Mhamad have strict discipline and their true combat effectiveness rely on hatred, but more on training and discipline.

There were many guerrillas in the encirclement this time, and some of them had a deep hatred for the Soviets. They could do anything, and many of them were very savage.

It also takes a difficult process to integrate these people, especially to strictly observe their military discipline.

At the same time, when he heard Niko Pudding call this woman Elena, it was obvious that he knew this woman. Niko Pudding had been in the league and had only recently completed the task. After returning to the Soviets, how could he know this woman in Jalalabad Hospital?

Unless, this woman is a very important woman! Mhamad made an inference in an instant.

These guerrillas could still strictly abide by Mhamad's orders. When Mhamad said to stop, these people let go.

Elena struggled to take a few steps back and returned to the other medical staff, all trembling, imagining their possible ending.

"I agree to release people." Mhamad said: "Fighting is the business of the soldiers and has nothing to do with the civilians. We must compete on the battlefield with dignity."

When Niko Pudding heard that Mhamad was finally about to let go, he breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was beaten and almost died, he finally completed his mission. After returning, he would rather be a division commander of a government army than a foreign minister. Although the foreign minister is high-ranking, he has no real power.

Nico Pudding tried it and could barely stand up, but the pain on his back almost fainted. He knew that he had to insist on walking back.

"Nichol Pudding, what do you want to do?" asked Mhamad.

"Go back and report to the division commander, you agree to let the person go." Nico Pudding said.

"Have I told you to leave?" Mhamad said to Niko Pudding.

Nico Pudding's face suddenly changed: "Then I'm here, don't you still waste your food?"

"Of course not." Mhamad said: "Your location is there."

After saying that, Mhamad pointed to the distance.

"Is it a hospital?" Nico Pudding asked, "If I go, no one will send you a letter."

"It's the flagpole in the hospital," said Mhamad. "Hold him onto the flagpole! Head down!"

"Mhamad!" Niko Pudding was shocked. The other party not only wanted to beat him, but also wanted to kill himself! After hanging on the flagpole, it took less than two days to dry himself into jerky meat.

"Without me, you can't agree on the division commander." Nico Pudding shouted.

It's so stupid. I can just find a Soviet person from the prisoner to deliver a letter. Is it necessary for you?

Mhamad would rather let the enemy go than let the traitor go. When Niko Pudding comes, it means he can never get out again.

The traitor has his own secrets and is also the most hateful one. How could Mhamad let him go?

Nico Pudding was trembling and resisting, and was taken to the hospital. Under the flagpole, two strong guerrillas tied up his feet, and then, as if raising a flag, pulled the rope and hung him onto the flagpole.

Blood kept flowing into his mind, Nico Pudding's consciousness gradually began to blur, and the sun hanging high on his feet shone on his body, and he began to feel smoke coming out of his throat.

"Kill him!" When the passing guerrillas saw Nicot Pudding, they immediately shouted.

"Killing him is considered a cheap one, let him sank to death on it!"

Seeing Nikopudding being taken away, Mhamad's face changed a smile and said to the scared female doctors and nurses: "You are lucky to have a message sent to you. I agreed with Nikopudding's suggestion and decided to let him go. Who would you like to go?"

"I'll go!"

"I'll go!"

This is an opportunity to escape from the tiger's mouth. Seeing these guerrillas do not regard people as humans at all, that Nicot Pudding is a living example. Their professional knowledge tells them that the person hanging on the flagpole will suffer a hundred times more pain than killing him immediately.

"Why don't you ask?" Mhamad looked at Ilena beside him and asked her. Could it be that she was frightened just now?

War has destroyed everyone's human nature and can do anything. Now that she has the opportunity to escape, why doesn't she ask for it?

"Let them go. Anyway, you will let us go all out, and it's the same as leaving first and then leaving." Elena said: "There will always be someone who wants to stay."

This is actually a naive and kind Soviet woman! Mhamad couldn't help but be speechless. In fact, even if this woman asked for it, Mhamad would not agree. Her identity must be very special.
Chapter completed!