Chapter 109: Rushing to the Hospital

  Khawaja crouched on the rooftop of a house, constantly firing at the opposite side. In the scope of his SVD rifle, the image of a government soldier appeared, framed by crosshairs. He pulled the trigger, and it was that simple.

  The target in the scope had a bullet hole appear in its chest, and then fell backwards.

  Faced with the guerrilla troops like wolves and tigers, the government soldiers guarding the gate immediately abandoned their resistance. Some ran into the hospital, while others dispersed from both sides and escaped into the alleys.

  Muhammad led the guerrillas in a charge towards the gate, the courtyard in front of the hospital was empty and deserted, not a single person could be seen.

  Just as he rushed through the gate, Muhammad felt a sudden shock in his chest, and then his whole body fell backwards.

  "Coach!" Osama rushed behind Muhammad and shouted as soon as he saw Muhammad fall down.

  "I'm fine." Muhammad, using the momentum of his fall, rolled backwards twice and skillfully hid behind a low wall beside him. Across from him was a three-story hospital building, where the bullets were coming from.

  The people in the hospital are either doctors or patients, there aren't many combatants and almost none of them have guns. This is also why Muhhamad decided to attack the hospital as soon as he discovered it.

  Although the Geneva Convention prohibits attacks on targets such as hospitals, warring parties do not care about these crap conventions when they are at war. When the Soviets dropped poison gas bombs on Afghan villages, did they think of the convention?

  This world has only strength and weakness, the strong are also the just side.

  Now, a man with a gun appeared in front of him, and he was shooting very accurately. He was a sniper!

  A sniper cannot stop a wave of soldiers, if he orders all the guerrilla members to charge in. They can also rush over, but there will be unfortunate sacrifices.

  But... this is not the best choice. The sacrifice of the guerrilla force is too great, so great that half of Afghanistan's guerrilla forces will be completely eliminated if one more member dies. It is an unbearable weight!

  "Rumble, rumble." From the distant sky came the sound of a doe's bellowing. Muhammad knew he couldn't hesitate any longer.

  Now, still not mixed with the Soviets, only when entering that building, our side is safe, the Soviets cannot even bring their own doctors. Nurses and patients fight together, those people are our talismans.

  If you can't get in, when the doe comes over, she will take out all of these exposed people on her side.

  "Wearing a bulletproof vest and helmet, come at me!" Muhammad shouted.

  There are always people who need to be sacrificed, and they can only start with their own people. After all, there are titanium alloy helmets and titanium alloy bulletproof inserts. The possibility of sacrifice is minimized.

  Upon hearing Muhammad's words, Usama, Hirmam, Hadim and others emerged from their hiding places, rushing in through the gate.

  This several dozen meters of open space will be very dangerous.

  "Bang." As expected, another shot rang out and hit Hadim right in the thigh. He let out a pained cry and fell to the ground.

  The opponent was very clever, and when he found that the bullets on his chest didn't work, he immediately chose to shoot at his thighs, where there was no protection! Muhamed gritted his teeth and stood up, with an RPG already on his shoulder.

  This time, Muhammad didn't rush up with the others, but stayed behind to observe. The moment that bullet was fired, Muhammad keenly discovered the enemy's hiding place - the room on the second floor, farthest to the east!

  Muhammad almost simultaneously stood up, took aim and pulled the trigger.

  "Boom!" The rocket flew over and hit the window on the second floor, exploding and destroying the entire room. If it weren't for the reinforced concrete pillars, the third floor would have collapsed as well.

  "Charge!" Muhammad shouted loudly, all the guerrillas rushed in from the gate.

  "Control everyone inside, if there are any resisters, eliminate them immediately!" Muhammad shouted as he ran.

  That rocket grenade may not have eliminated the sniper, he might have quickly left that sickroom. Even so, it could give his guerrilla fighters enough time, which was already sufficient.

  Osama dragged Aga and pulled him up onto the hospital steps. Aga sat there, watching as Osama kicked open the hospital doors.

  Inside, were nervous medical staff.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." Osama's gun muzzle pointed at the sky, firing a burst of bullets, his face twisted in a fierce scowl. "All of you, shut up! Otherwise, I'll kill all of you!"

  The training of the guerrilla team was still very primitive, and in this situation, it should be a professional CQB training. Muhammad rushed into the hospital building while thinking to himself that he didn't have time to tell them what to do now.

  Search room by room!

  "Bang." Osama kicked open the door to a room, where only two trembling nurses were inside. Under Osama's gun gesture, they were taken to the large hall on the first floor, and then began searching for the next room.

  The guerrilla fighters rushed in and started searching one by one.

  "Bang." Another hospital room was kicked open, and suddenly, gunfire came from inside.

  Two guerrilla fighters exposed at the entrance were instantly hit, their bodies falling backward. People next to them trying to continue rushing forward fell two more.

  "Throw hand grenades." Muhammad said.

  A guerrilla fighter pulled out a hand grenade, pulled the pin, released the handle, and counted to three before throwing it in. At the same time, he quickly ran back.

  "Boom!" In the midst of a massive explosion, the entire room, along with the adjacent ward, was destroyed. Amidst the swirling dust, the guerrilla fighters charged back inside, where they found, apart from shattered bricks, a corpse clutching an AK-74 rifle - a government soldier.

  A government soldier killed four guerrillas; he has died sufficiently valuable.

  The fighting in the city has this characteristic: without professional training, it is easy to be ambushed. This kind of fighting is the most tragic.

  The whole layer was quickly cleared up and the guerrilla fighters became more cautious after receiving a fresh lesson.

  This is just a hospital and not a heavily guarded place. Except for the casualties caused by that government soldier, the guerrilla fighters did not suffer any more losses.

  The entire first floor is secure, and the guerrilla fighters continue their search on the second floor.

  In this building, more than 100 guerrilla fighters were concentrated, and the rest, under Fahim's leadership, quickly occupied the surrounding civilian houses.

  If only the hospital is controlled, then our side will be very passive. The Soviets have completely surrounded this place, and all kinds of weapons are aimed at the hospital building. More than 500 guerrillas are like turtles in a jar.

  Now, controlling the civilian houses within a radius of 200 meters around the perimeter, any guerrilla fighter can cause great losses to the Soviets.

  Khawaja slung his SVD sniper rifle over his shoulder and sprinted towards the nearest highest building - a clock tower fifty meters from the hospital.

  From here, you can overlook several blocks around, those Soviet armored vehicles and tanks are driving over from the barracks, and the female deer in the sky... Khwaja will put the heavy machine gun under the window of the tower clock, he knows in his heart that this time it's probably true.

  A river flows behind the hospital, this is a river that runs through the center of Jalalabad city, Kabul River, originating from the northern mountains of Kabul and flowing all the way to neighboring Pakistan. Where there is water source, there will be life, Jalalabad was established on this river.

  There has never been a time when they were so desperate, isolated and helpless, they could only passively wait for the Soviet attack, and when the last bullet was fired, their strength would probably disappear.

  No, Mr. Muhammad must have a way! He will definitely bring this team back safely!

  Khawaja watched as the armored vehicles slowly advanced, soon the battle would truly erupt, at this time, he once again began to trust Muhammad extremely.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." From another direction, there were also gunshots. Khwaja turned his gaze towards that place and suddenly saw a familiar figure.

  Masood is in a deplorable state.

  When he heard the helicopters coming, he knew things were not good. The idea of escaping back to the mountains was firmly blocked in his mind - going back would be death! Masood could only lead the remaining guerrilla fighters to charge into the city of Jalalabad, choosing a place with more Soviets and weaker defenses, so he chose the government building.

  However, in front of the government building, he encountered strong resistance, where a company of Soviet troops was deployed, waiting for the guerrillas to come and attack, accompanied by several infantry fighting vehicles.

  As a result, Masood abandoned more than 20 corpses and fled wildly from there, with a company of Soviet soldiers following behind him.

  As Masood ran towards him, Khwaja couldn't help but look at him with disdain in his eyes. This arrogant and ignorant guerrilla leader! If it weren't for him, their side wouldn't be surrounded here.

  Not only did he harm himself, but also so many guerrilla fighters! The anti-Soviet resistance force lost more than half of its strength, all because of Masood's actions!

  Khawaja's SVD sniper rifle swung over, sighting in on him through the mechanical sight, itching to squeeze the trigger and take him out.

  He aimed for a minute, but still couldn't pull the trigger. This was different from killing Soviets. Masood was an Afghan after all, and a guerrilla fighter against the Soviets. Although he had done wrong this time, it wasn't necessarily up to him to kill him; he should have died on the battlefield.

  Just as he hesitated, Khwaja saw about twenty of his own men running swiftly across the rooftops.

  Fahim? The figure holding the same SVD sniper rifle is very familiar, it's Fahim who competed with Khwaja in marksmanship. The people around him are all from the Panjshir guerrilla force he brought out. Now, what is he going to do?