Durani took out the sharp saber from his side. This was seized from the Soviet tank hands last time. After pulling it out, it also emitted a cold light, as if he had seen human blood.

"Pu!" With the sound, Dulani cut a gap with a saber, and then, with a shaking wrist, the lid of the can was opened.

The smell smelled very fragrant. Dulani brought the can to his eyes, took advantage of the starlight and used a saber to pick out a piece of meat and taste it.

Unexpectedly, when my eyes looked at me, my hands shook and almost dropped all the cans on the ground.

Is this a can? Why is it like the legendary Pandora's box? Dulani looked at the big fish head and the fish's mouth with sharp teeth. Can this thing be eaten?

When I looked again, some of the fish in other people's cans were fish bodies, which were delicious to chew, while others, like him, were fish heads.

"Eat it, don't look at the detestable Soviet devils, but the can of the Soviets is still good." At this moment, a voice came from his ears.

Dulani didn't have to look up, and he knew it was Mhamad. Although he was very hungry, the fish head, especially his teeth, still made him feel a little afraid. If he really wanted to bite, would the fish head suddenly bit him?

Looking at Durani's appearance, Mhamad handed him his can, which contained two pieces of fat fish. He took Durani's can, picked it up with a saber, and put it in his mouth.

A smell of smell with a mutton and a little sweetness entered my mouth. In later generations, although I ate military canned food, it was not as delicious as it is now.

Mhamad chewed hard, and most of the bones on the fish head could be chewed. Eating this bone is better than eating meat and can supplement more calcium.

When the Soviets were making canned food, they also made wild taste. They chopped the huge herring, all the beards and tails, and added a bunch of ingredients. After they were cooked, they stuffed it into the can. Although the method was simple, the soldiers still liked to eat it.

Seeing Mhamad eating with relish, Durani was hungry and picked up the fish with a bayonet and started to eat.

Mhamad put down the can. At this time, even the juice inside had been completely drunk by Mhamad. At this moment, he heard a sound of footsteps coming from a distance.

Mhamad's eyes looked at the way the mountain village came, and at this time, two people came from there.

Although Mhamad knew that he should be a friend, he still put his hand on an AKM on his back and could shoot at any time.

"Instructor, where is the instructor?" asked a voice from the opposite side.

Hearing this, Mhamad put down his hand. The voice was sent out by Aga.

"I'm here." Mhamad said, strode over.

At this time, Hwaja, who was on the other side, also walked up.

"Instructor, this is the elder of our Cost village, Masud, elder, this is the instructor of our guerrilla team. He came from a friendly neighboring country." Aga said.

"Elder Masood, I'm so happy to see you," said Mhamad.

Not every elder is very old and has a gray beard. This Masud looks only in his forties, with thick beards and dense, and is in good spirits. He is wrapped in a towel that is common to people here and is wearing a robe.

"Dear friend, welcome you to Cost. At this time, those who come to Afghanistan are the most sincere friends of us Afghans. On behalf of Cost Village, I would like to thank our Afghan friends for extending our great hands at this time." Masoud said, put his hand on his chest and bowed deeply. This etiquette was already quite high.

Suddenly, Mhamad was stunned. It was just an ordinary meeting. Is it so grand?

"Elder Masood, we all have the same faith and will never watch our brothers be invaded by rude and barbaric invasion, not just Pakistan. Now, the whole world is on the side of our Afghan brothers. I, Mhamad, here I promise that if I don't drive away the Soviet devils, I, Mhamad, will never leave Afghanistan and my brothers." Mhamad said solemnly.

Masood raised his head and looked at Mhamad. The man's eyes were so deep and the words just now were so sincere. At this time, Masood really had an impulse to pick up the gun and follow the Pakistani brother in front of him to fight the Soviet devils together!

"Thank you, brothers Mhamad, I believe, we will certainly drive away the Soviet devils." Masud said: "Today, it is a glory for our Cost village to be able to carry ammunition for our guerrillas. I have sent people to convey the news from house to house. Soon, someone will come to help our guerrillas carry ammunition. Moreover, I also notified several neighboring villages that they will arrive within an hour. Tonight, we will help the guerrillas and move all the ammunition into the mountains."

Before coming, Masud had already learned through Aga and Hadim that this time the guerrillas drove the truck outside the village and could not get in. He had to help the guerrillas transport the things in the truck to the base in the mountain. So Masud sent someone to inform and came out to take a look.

Masoud is an elder, but not just the elder of Cost Village, but the elder is a respected person in a tribe, and was elected by everyone.

Several nearby villages and Cost Village belong to the same tribe.

There are not enough people in the village who want to transport everything in the truck. After all, the ammunition box is very heavy, and it is also very difficult to move a box per person and walk a mountain road dozens of miles.

So, Masoude came to him.

"Thank you, Elder Masood." Mhamad said. After so many people were found, the truck's original cargo, combined with what was stolen from the outpost, could be easily moved back.

Ma Sude smiled. The young man in front of him was very tempted by his temper.

As he was speaking, a loud noise came from behind. A large group of young men, led by Hadem, had already arrived outside the village.

"Hadim, you are so awesome! You can even get a Soviet truck!" said a young man of his age beside Hadim.

The young man and Hadim were childhood playmates. When he heard that he wanted to move things, he immediately followed him. Now, when he saw Hadim's guerrillas bringing this truck, he was so envious that he had only taken a donkey cart since he was a child, and he had never taken a powerful truck at all.

"What's this truck? A few days ago, we destroyed the Soviet tanks! Unfortunately, the tanks were broken, otherwise I'll drive them to see them." Hadim showed off in front of his playmates.

"Captain Hwaja, you organize these villagers and move the things on the truck." Mhamad said.

"Okay." Mhamad agreed immediately without hesitation, and then asked again: "What about you?"

"When the things in the car are moved, I need to drive it to a secret place and hide it first." Mhamad said.

If the truck is left outside the village, then the Soviets will find it soon. At that time, the whole village will be dragged down. Mhamad will not do such a matter that implicates civilians, and he must consider it carefully.

Among these people, he seemed to be the only one who could drive the truck, so although Mhamad wanted to go back to the base to rest and fight a war, it was wrong. He should have fought three consecutive battles. Although Mhamad was still very energetic and knew that he needed to rest. However, he still asked him to drive the truck far away from the village to hide it.

In fact, when Hwaja asked Mhamad, he was just thinking about it. When he heard Mhamad say this, he felt relieved: "Okay, then please be careful and leave two team members to follow you."

With Hwaja commanding the transport, Mhamad only wanted to have a leisure time.

Elder Masoude looked at the villagers starting to move things from the truck, and smiled, but after turning around, his expression froze on his face.

"Where is Saha? Why didn't he come?" asked Masoud.

Masoude is familiar with everyone in the village. This time, helping the guerrillas carry weapons is what the villagers should do. Saha is usually very active, why haven’t he come now?

"Elder, Saha is sick." said a villager.

Is sick? No wonder Masood felt relieved and said, "Saha is usually as strong as a cow. I didn't expect that he would get sick. I saw him yesterday, and I have to go see him tomorrow."

Masood was originally talking to himself, but when he heard it in Mhamad's ears, Mhamad's heart suddenly sank.

This villager named Saha did not come to help them transport weapons and equipment, and it didn't matter to Mhamad, but the villager was so strong that he was sick now. Moreover, Masud also said that Saha was still good yesterday, but now he was sick.

This disease is a bit strange. If you can't do it, you have to go and see it! At this time, Mhamad relied on his intuition.

"Elder Masood, it will take half an hour to finish the work of carrying weapons. I will accompany you to the village to see the Saha brothers." Mhamad said.

When Masud heard Mhamad say this, he was a little surprised: "It's so dark now. If Saha is sick, it's time to rest. The Mhamad brothers may be a bit inconvenient."

"Elder Masood, when I was in Pakistan, I learned some medical skills. You know, some diseases cannot be delayed. I will go and see. If the Saha brothers are sick, they must send him outside for treatment as soon as possible." Mhamad said, "Let's go, it's important to save people."
Chapter completed!