Osama often disobeys and disobeys military orders, so Durani must give him a vaccination. He cannot act without authorization. This is the deployment made by Mhamad. ※%,

"I know, I'm just curious," Osama said. "I'm sleepy and going to bed. When will we take action?"

"Tomorrow, get in during the day. Tomorrow, launch an attack." Dulani said, only a few dozen kilometers away from Jalalabad.

"Okay." Osama said, leaving yawning. He really wanted to go to Kabul, but the idea was stopped. His Excellency Mhamad must have his intention to command this way. Osama was just strange.

Islamabad.

Mhamad looked at the large proportion of sand table and quietly excavated. On the side, Musha Af said: "Now, the Soviets think they have the initiative. As long as they continue to encircle and suppress, there will be results. They don't know that we still have enough strength. This attack was a sudden attack. Kabul was the northern base of the Soviets, and now it is empty. Why don't we attack Kabul directly?"

Musha Af was also very surprised that this tactical target, Mhamad, was not so radical, and compared with Kabul, Jalalabad's status would decline a lot.

"We must not only consider the city capture, but also the city capture after it is completed." Mhamad said: "What will happen when the Soviets find that their rear city has been seized?"

Musha Af's eyes twitched: "President, do you mean that there will be a cruel street battle in Jalalabad?"

"Yes, street fighting, we have been hiding in the mountains. The Soviets wanted to find an opportunity to surround us, but it has not been realized. Now, we finally got what we want. We seized Jalalabad, and they will definitely come out of the mountains. Trying to surround us in Jalalabad, a large-scale street fighting is essential." Mhamad said.

When playing chess, you need to see more steps, so a real chess master can defeat the world's most advanced computers, because computers can only determine the best steps based on the current form of chess. However, chess masters can see ten or even twenty steps away.

Mhamad sees further, it is easy to capture Jalalabad, but it is difficult to defend Jalalabad. In all battles, street fighting is the most cruel.

However, if you want to win the battlefield in Afghanistan, it is essential to make the Soviet army bow its head and a street battle.

Bagram's flood killed more than 20,000 Soviets. Although the Soviets were angry, they still believed that they had a huge advantage. In Jalalabad, after a street battle, the Soviets would definitely not be able to withstand huge losses.

The independence of Afghanistan must be achieved through the bloody sacrifice of Afghan soldiers.

Since a street battle is inevitable, Jalalabad has a greater advantage than Kabul. The intelligence system here is the most complete, and the residents here also have the highest support for the Afghan Free Government. With them, the Afghan Free Army is like fish in water.

At the same time, this place is very close to Pakistan. When Jalalabad was captured by the Free Army, it can support the supplies urgently needed by the Free Army in all aspects such as weapons, ammunition, food, etc. in the shortest time. Even when necessary, the Pakistani army can dress up as the Afghan Free Army and fight side by side with them. If Kabul is too far away and Jalalabad is separated in the middle, it will not be able to effectively support it.

In Jalalabad, the 5,000 to 10,000 Soviets were wiped out, and their hopes were shattered. The Afghan Free Army had strong combat power and could fight them head-on!

"Let them continue to stay in the mountains, restrain the Soviet troops, and prevent them from dispatching more troops to siege Jalalabad." Mhamad said: "Tell Durani that in Jalalabad there is a bad battle waiting for them, and when they occupy Jalalabad, they must immediately start the defense."

"Yes," Musha Af said: "So, how long will they fight in this battle?"

"It won't be too long. In two months, the severe cold climate in Afghanistan will come, and the Soviets should stop attacking. After enduring this cold winter, Jalalabad will survive the most difficult time." Mhamad said: "At the same time, we must also gain opportunities for the Afghan free government through diplomatic efforts."

Diplomatic efforts! War is not the end, war is just a forced means. In the end, both sides must sit in front of the negotiating table.

That's what happened to the dispute with India that just ended.

Nowadays, Afghanistan is constantly consuming the strength of the Soviet Union. The weak national strength of the Soviet Union can no longer withstand such a drag. The cold winter of the Soviets is not easy. In the shops in Moscow, people have to line up for several hours to buy the bread they need.

Didn’t Gorbachev want reform? He needs Western aid! The Soviets need bread. If they want to obtain food, then show enough sincerity!

Mhamad is very confident.

The Pamir Plateau is filled with clear autumn scenes. White clouds are floating in the blue sky. Below the white clouds are rolling mountains. In the mountains, gunfire sounds come from time to time, which makes the birds fly everywhere.

In the gaps of the mountains, there are some plains, and Afghan cities are mainly located on these plains.

Jalalabad.

The soldiers of the Afghan government army sat lazily on a Kamas military vehicle next to them. They were guarding the intersection and placing roadblocks, and most of the time, they were doing things.

The main force has entered the mountains to encircle and suppress. The Afghan Free Army, I don’t know how long it will last. Maybe if they can survive this winter, they will all be wiped out. I heard that a few days ago, their troops had occupied the Afghan Free Government's headquarters, and nothing was left there except a few broken houses. The old nests were captured. Will the Afghan Free Army go to Pakistan to take refuge?

"Here, someone is here!" Just then, a sharp-eyed soldier shouted.

"Hurry up, cheer up!" the leading squad leader shouted.

Finally someone is here! Have to check it out!

A group of people came from a distance, with more than twenty people driving a few donkeys, pulling donkey carts. On the donkey cart were a flower basket he woven himself, and there should be fruit inside.

After several years of war, only agriculture is left in Afghanistan. In addition to wheat and cotton, fruit trees are planted in many places in the mountainous areas of Afghanistan. At this time, the fruit has just ripened, and there are mountain people nearby who bring the fruit to big cities to sell.

This is obviously a team of mountain people selling fruits. They are afraid of being bullied by the people in the city, so they have dozens of people as soon as they come out.

"Stop, what are you doing?" the squad leader shouted to them.

"Sir, let's go in and sell some fruits." The leading bearded man in a long robe said to him.

"What's in the car?"

“It’s all fruit.”

"Is that true?" said the squad leader: "Residents are fleeing everywhere recently. We must strictly investigate to prevent the rebels from rushing into the city! Please search for me if you come!"

"Yes!" Two soldiers behind came up, picked up a basket of fruit from the donkey cart, and fell to the ground fiercely.

"Wow." The fruits scattered everywhere and were everywhere.

"This basket is fine." The two soldiers threw the basket aside and continued to move the second basket. In this situation, they wanted to pour out all the fruits for inspection.

Fruits are most afraid of being hit. This kind of touch makes them look much less and they will be broken in just two days, so these Afghan mountaineering people felt very uncomfortable.

"What? Want to resist?" The squad leader picked up his rifle, thrust, and pulled the bolt in a demonstration.

Some of these mountain residents are very fierce, and even with a knife, they dare to rush up and fight to the death. Therefore, the squad leader must prevent these people from taking action.

"June, we are all fruits, nothing else." The bearded man said to the squad leader, then took out a few large denominations of Afghanistans from his pocket and stuffed them into the squad leader's hands.

Sure enough, the squad leader was very satisfied: "Okay, don't check it anymore, let's go!"

Picking the fruit back into the basket from the ground, the group slowly walked in.

After a short time, this situation was almost happening on all roads entering the city.

More than 200 guards flew into Jalalabad like this. They breathed a sigh of relief when the donkey cart drove slowly on the street and finally entered a courtyard.

Move the fruits on the car away, and in the middle, in a few fruit baskets, remove the fruits covered on them, revealing a shiny weapon.

"Check weapons, and at night, we'll see ours." Osama said.

In addition to automatic rifles and grenades, there are also bazooka launchers. If there were no limited space, they could even move heavy machine guns and anti-tank missiles into it.

"Yes." Everyone agreed and quickly checked their weapons.

"His Excellency Osama, we have been missing for a long time." At this moment, someone came in outside.

Everyone's guns were pointed at him. When they saw the man clearly, Osama was immediately happy: "Hadim?"

"Minister of Economy, you still remember me," said Hadem.

Dana left, left Jalalabad and became Prime Minister, while Hadim still stayed in Jalalabad and had been fighting underground here.

Now, this day has finally arrived, and our troops are about to gloriously liberate the city!

"Stop talking nonsense," said Osama: "When you are liberated here, you will at least be the mayor of Jalalabad, or the mayor of Kabul. At that time, find me a quick land and I will build a villa."

"Okay, this yard is for you now."

"No, it's too small."

The two of them laughed, just joking.

After laughing, Hadim returned to his serious expression and said, "Osama, we need to study the specific action plan. I have already figured out the situation of the left-behind team. This is the map."

Osama looked at the hand-drawn map of Hadim, and the arrangement of the defenders was clearly drawn. More than 200 people on his side could handle it. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!