Durani sat on a stone, holding a roast chicken in one hand and a captured Soviet military kettle in the other, biting a bite of the roast chicken, drinking a sip of the water in the kettle, and eating happily.

Beside him, a middle-aged bearded man with a fire-eyed eyes, his robe was covered in dust. This was a long-distance person.

"Are you Durani?" Seeing that the person in front of him had no respect, Gul Pudding suppressed the anger in his heart and said to the person in front of him.

This used to be just a small role, an ordinary guerrilla in a guerrilla team under his command. In the past, there were so many such guerrillas.

Now, this man has grown into a commander of the guerrillas, led the Second Regiment of the Afghan Free Army, fought guerrillas in the Panjshir Valley, and became a warlord with heavy troops.

"Yes, that's it." Dulani chewed the chicken, just glanced at Gulpuddin with the outskirts of his eyes and said, "If you want to join our guerrillas, you have to go through the test first. Have you seen that millstone? If you can push the millstone, report to the training camp."

"Damn it! I'm not here to participate. I'm a member of the guerrilla team! No! I'm your direct boss! I'm the leader of the Afghan Islamic Association. You, including the instructor Mhamad, are all my subordinates!" Gurpudding said: "Now, I'm here as the supreme leader of the alliance, and I'm your boss!"

Hearing this, Durani's face gradually became cold. He chewed the chicken in his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach, and then said to Gulpudding: "My direct superior is His Excellency Mhamad, who is the supreme leader of our Afghan Free Army. No one can order us except him! Afghan Islamic Association? Which organization is this? Why don't I know?"

"You, do you still remember the oath you made when you joined the association? How could you break your oath!" said Gulpudding.

"The association only provides weapons and supplies and will not interfere with any actions on the front line." Dulani said coldly: "Who violated his original promise? He sent a Niko Pudding to command blindly? Most of the former Panjieshir guerrillas died in battle because of your damn association!"

Durani's cold gaze looked at Gulpuddin, and this gaze seemed to be able to kill Gulpuddin. Suddenly, Gulpuddin felt cold in his heart.

"The current Afghan Free Army is reborn from the cocoon and has nothing to do with the past." Dulani said: "Gurpuding, if you want to join us, you can start with a soldier. If you choose to leave, please do whatever you want, but it is impossible to command our army with your identity as an alliance! We are the army of His Excellency Mhamad! We are the free army to liberate Afghanistan! We will not be able to follow the mercy of any alliance!"

The channels of the alliance have been abandoned. Through Mhamad, they can directly contact the West and receive supplies. For the West, the support of the people who can best hit the Soviets. Whether there is still an alliance between them is unnecessary. Especially when the guys in the alliance are still embezzling supplies and equipment.

Gul Pudding looked pale: "You are all a group of traitors!"

After saying that, Gul Puding took the few people he accompanied and turned around and left, his rage uncontrollably.

Gulpudding and his group disappeared before their eyes. Dulani sneered. Why didn’t you see you joining the war during the battle back then? Now, seeing that the Free Army has grown and grown, I want to take over the command? What a joke!

Dulani has grown up, from the ordinary guerrilla to the leader of the Free Army, so he naturally needs to consider the future of the Free Army. How can those in the alliance believe it?

"What's going on?" Just as Dulani looked at the horizon, another group of people drove the way. They were all riding horses. The leader came down from the horse's back and snatched half of Dulani's chicken. While eating, he said: "Dulani, what are you looking at? Did you see a woman you like?"

"No, it's the league that came." Dulani said.

"Alliance? They still dare to come?" Osama said, continuing to eat roast chicken.

After leaving Mhamad, Osama led the guards and fought guerrillas in the mountains, while also taking on tasks such as contact. Now, he just happened to be here.

"He was the former leader of the Afghan Islamic Association, and he was coming to take over our army," Dulani said.

Osama continued to eat all the chicken legs of the roast chicken into her stomach, and continued to ask without any attention: "What? Have you promised him?"

"Of course not." Dulani turned around and found that his roast chicken had been eaten into his stomach by Osama.

"There is still water here." Osama picked up the kettle and took a few sips. A spicy gushes surged into her head. It's so spicy! This is wine!

However, after the spicy taste passed, it felt warm and comfortable. Osama wiped his mouth with his sleeve indifferently and said, "Let's go."

Leave so quickly?

"Two brothers were injured a little, so I went to the hospital to find my sister-in-law to bandage it." Osama said.

After saying that, the cavalrymen left quickly.

Osama left with a murderous aura in his eyes. There were even members of the alliance who were coming to take over the army! Dulani was not convenient to do it, so he just drove them away, so he left it to himself!

Osama walked through the valley ahead with his cavalry and saw several walkers, all with guns on their backs, and when they heard the sound of horse hooves behind them, they all turned around and looked at them.

"Is the leader from the league ahead?" Osama shouted loudly.

The leader from the alliance? His words were so respectful. Gulpudding was happy and said, "Yes, I am Gulpudding, the leader of the alliance."

"Roar over and stomp them to death!" Osama said, and with his legs clamped, the horses ran faster. The entire cavalry, like a torrent, instantly knocked down the people from the alliance, and screams came.

When the horse's hooves were stepped on, the back had turned into meat paste.

"I finally give an explanation to the brothers who died in the battle at the valley entrance!" Osama said. At that time, the guerrillas suffered heavy losses because of the special envoy sent by the alliance. Now, this guy claims to be the leader of the alliance, and that is the culprit. Osama is not polite.

As for whether he was wrong, Osama didn't care so much. In his eyes, he only recognized Mhamad. Although Mhamad was not here for the time being, Osama still respected him, and he firmly believed that one day, Mhamad would come back.

The corpse turned into flesh and blood, an era ended, and a new era came.

Peshawar.

Mhamad looked at the sand table with a serious look on his face. Everything around him was clearly clear on the large proportion of the sand table.

"After taking off from the airport, the Soviet fighter jets would enter the mountains and then fly towards us along the valley." The commander of the Peshawar Air Force Base said to Mhamad: "The previous few times, we had relied on the notice from the ground lookout personnel to find the Soviet planes in time. Every time when our fighter jets took off and flew towards the predetermined interception point, the Soviet planes would also be pulled from the mountains and accelerated to return to Afghan airspace."

The Soviets did not give up. They had been trying to fly from super low altitudes in the mountains. They failed to succeed many times and had discovered something.

With modern radar facilities, the Pakistan Air Force still needs to rely on ground personnel to discover it visually. This is not a satire. There is no way. Unless early warning aircraft are purchased from the United States, enemy aircraft flying in at ultra-low altitude will definitely not be discovered in time.

"This time, our lookouts did not issue any notice. When our ground radar was discovered, it was too late for the J-6 to be launched in an emergency." The commander said: "When our fighter planes arrived, the Soviets had bombed the refugee camps and material supply points, and accelerated their escape back to the Afghan airspace. We cannot cross the border and pursue them."

This time I missed it.

"Later, we found that it was a small Soviet army lurking into the mountains, and several of our soldiers in the lookout posts were sacrificed."

The ground personnel are not a long-term solution. The Soviets are not fools. When they are discovered by the Soviets, they will come up with new countermeasures to deal with it.

The loss was not big, but the bombing of the Soviets was like a shadow floating above everyone's heads.

"Send observation personnel again, and at the same time, send more ground troops to protect them, and add forces to various mountain passes to prevent the Soviets from coming in again." After hearing the base commander's words, Mhamad knew that there was no other way, so he could only continue to make up for the loss.

Mhamad's eyes continued to stare at the sand table below. The mountains of mountains made the Afghan Free Army very easy to fight guerrillas, and also allowed Soviet fighter jets to penetrate easily.

Suddenly, Mhamad's eyes widened. When he was sweeping over the sand table, he discovered another route that could bypass the position of his own observation post and head south from the northmost point!

"Immediately send a lookout here! Order our air patrol fighter planes to search here!" Mhamad took the little red flag and inserted it. He keenly felt that the Soviets might have touched it from here last time.

"Buzz, buzz." A huge roar came from the engine at the tail, and the old fighter planes were flying in the mountains.

The rear is an engine that consumes a lot of fuel. The fuselage is very similar to the MiG-21. The front end is still an old-fashioned nose intake, but the wings on the front of the wing represent that this is a fighter that can change the sweep angle of the wing. At this time, its wings are straightened, achieving good low-altitude performance, and are flying in the mountains.
Chapter completed!