Chapter 110: Masood is Rescued

  Run, keep running, the Soviets behind are chasing non-stop, the people around Masood are constantly decreasing.

  Masood had long regretted it, and if he had listened to Muhammad's suggestion at the time and abandoned the attack on Jalalabad, there would not be the current passive situation. This is simply a trap waiting for the guerrillas to jump in.

  In the mountains, Masud's guerrilla forces were in their element, but here it was completely different, this was entirely the Soviets' domain, the sound of helicopters overhead and armoured cars and infantry closing in from behind seemed like a giant mouth swallowing up Masud's men whole.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat." Another burst of gunfire came from behind, and Masood scrambled to the side of a large tree, watching as the Soviet soldiers drew closer. Masood knew that his final moment had arrived.

  Since he had chosen to fight, the outcome was already predetermined, death in battle. Masood thought of this and suddenly felt no more fear.

  He raised his own AK-74 rifle, "Rat-a-tat-tat," three shots went over, and one of the Soviet soldiers who was chasing after him fell down.

  Killing one is enough to make up for it, killing two is a profit! Masood took aim at the next one again.

  Before he could pull the trigger, he saw that Soviet soldier suddenly clutched his chest and fell backwards.

  "Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat." At that moment, gunfire erupted from the rooftops on both sides. The Soviet soldiers who had been pursuing them were suddenly caught in a crossfire and fell one by one, crying out in agony. The remaining Soviet soldiers quickly retreated to the rear, using their armored vehicles as cover, firing at the rooftops on both sides.

  In the sky, a helicopter was flying quickly towards this side of the battlefield. The pilot adjusted his weapon to the machine gun, preparing to strafe the guerrilla fighters on the rooftop.

  Although there were still residents of Jalalabad living under the houses, such a sweep would harm the residents, and the Soviets didn't care about that either, after all, Afghans lived there too.

  The Gatling gun turret on the female deer's lower jaw was rotating, and the helicopter pilot was ready to press the button. Just then, the weapons operator in the front cabin shouted: "Quickly, pull up, 9 o'clock direction, portable missile!"

  Having been deceived several times, the Soviets finally discovered that the Americans had brought their Stinger missiles to Afghanistan. The previous crashes of the Hind helicopters were all due to being shot down by Stinger missiles!

  Now, the gunner clearly saw that at nine o'clock direction, on top of a civilian house, a guerrilla was carrying a long object, quickly aiming and firing, which was absolutely not an ordinary RPG!

  The slow-moving Miri Design Bureau is said to be equipping the female deer with infrared decoy devices. However, so far, the female deer remains the same as before.

  Hearing the portable missile. The pilot immediately abandoned the shot, his left hand agilely pulled up the throttle quadrant stick, the top engine roaring loudly, and the elk helicopter took off abruptly.

  Unfortunately, it takes time to go from hovering to climbing. The doe had just pulled up less than five meters when a frightening sound came from the top.

  "Boom!" The poisonous stinger's combat unit accurately hit the doe's engine, and a thick smoke burst out from the top. The helicopter lost power and quickly fell from its lifted position.

  The propeller on top began to rotate, followed by the solid landing gear, which crashed onto the ground.

  Although the hydraulic system of the landing gear absorbed a great deal of impact, the two flight crew members on top were still severely shaken. They held on, opened their hatches, released their seatbelts and climbed down from above.

  The helicopter has a huge rotor on its head, which makes it impossible for the helicopter to adopt the ordinary ejection method of fighter jets. Moreover, helicopters often operate at treetop height during combat and there is no time for ejection anyway. Therefore, helicopters can only strengthen their anti-crash capability in design.

  The doe had a strong anti-crash ability, now the helicopter crashed due to being hit by a poisonous needle, but the two were unharmed and ran towards the street behind.

  Just ran a few steps, suddenly, a loud bang.

  The guerrilla fighter carrying the poisonous stinger missile snorted disdainfully and quickly went down from the rooftop. On this side of the street, several landmines had been laid to prevent the Soviet advance, which were triggered by these two Soviet pilots.

  Masud, still shaken, took advantage of the new arrivals' blocking to get rid of the Soviet pursuit. He stood panting at the corner of the street, looking at the people coming down from the rooftops.

  "Fahim." At this time, the person Masood least wanted to see was Fahim. Last time with Fahim had already torn his face off, at that time Masood suppressed his anger and almost shot Fahim dead.

  Now Fakhim saved Masood and Masood knew he was wrong.

  "Masood, it's great to see you." Fahim's words were filled with joy: "We took the remaining guerrillas and stormed Jalalabad. I didn't find our Panjshir guerrilla force, so I thought you had also retreated together, retreating to the mountains is a dead end, the Soviet hinds will tear us apart, seeing that you are still here is great."

  Fahim's joyful expression was not fake, and Masoud suddenly had an urge to cry.

  "We have temporarily secured a hospital," Fahim said. "It's safe for the time being; I'll take you to meet Mr. Muhamad."

  Go see Muhammad? Masoud At this time, the person who is most ashamed to see is Muhammad.

  "Our guerrilla force has suffered heavy losses," Fahim said. "Now we are still surrounded by the Soviets, and we need to unite in order to get out of our current predicament."

  Unity! Even Lafhim understood the principle of unity, Masood recalled his own behavior at that time, completely trusting Nikubdin, even if it meant splitting their own side, at that time, it was really wrong.

  One's own mistakes should be borne by oneself. Now that Muhammad is here, one must acknowledge the mistake to Muhammad in person.

  Masood thought so, looking at the last thirty or forty people around him. The scale of the guerrilla team had shrunk to about one-tenth of its original size. This bitter fruit was brewed by himself.

  When Fahim brought Masood into the hospital, the three-story building had already been thoroughly cleared out by Muhammad's men.

  That sniper indeed did not die, in the process of clearing the second and third floors, no Soviet resistance was found again, originally the rest of the guerrillas thought it was completely safe, Muhammad had someone search the rooftop again, as a result, during the process of climbing up to the rooftop, two more guerrilla fighters were lost, that sniper also exposed his own position, and was shot dead by Hwaja from afar with an SVD sniper rifle.

  The hospital is not large, with a total of 52 doctors and nurses, including the director. Of these, 21 are Afghans and 31 are Soviets; six of the Soviets are men, the rest women.

  There were twenty-six patients, and since it was early morning when they arrived, there were no other patients except for the hospitalized Soviet soldiers.

  The people who came to live were unarmed. Several Soviet soldiers wanted to resist, and as a result, they were beaten by the fists of the guerrilla members until they cried out in pain.

  The Afghan doctors and nurses were temporarily taken into a room on the second floor, leaving only these Soviets in the hall on the first floor.

  "This is a blatant violation of the Geneva Convention! Attacking our hospital! We, we... protest!" The speaker was a middle-aged man, the director of this hospital. His eyes were bruised and swollen from being punched twice just now for resisting.

  "What is Geneva Convention?" Muhammad said with a smile: "What is Geneva Convention? I don't know, I'm illiterate, can't read or write."

  Muhammad lifted his foot and kicked the man hard in the chest.

  "Ah." The principal let out a pained cry, Muhammad had struck with great force.

  "You tell me, what is the Geneva Convention? What is an aggressor? What is a lost country?" Muhammad said, lifting his two feet again.

  They didn't come for friendship, they are invaders. What about medical staff? In the East during WWII, weren't Japanese medical staff the culprits behind the development of poison gas bombs?

  "Leave five people behind, take all the others and bring them to the outermost edge of the front defense circle!" Muhammad said.

  "No, you can't do this!" The dean was kicked several times by Muhammad and suffered a lung injury, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood. These medical staff, mostly women, were pushed to the front, afraid...

  "What should I do then?" Muhammad asked the principal: "Or, you tell the people of the 117th Regiment and the 108th Division to let me withdraw back to the mountains?"

  The outside is surrounded, with these hostages, Muhamed can prevent the Soviet movement and hold out for a while. If there were no hostages, the mad Soviets might have covered everything in artillery fire, and this place would have become a complete ruin.

  Although there are still civilians here, Muhamed believes that when the real fighting starts, even if it's a street fight, civilians will be unnecessarily harmed and the Soviets won't care about civilians.

  This is also the reason why Mohammad did not want to come and attack Jalalabad, he was not sure if he could take it down, let alone occupy Jalalabad indefinitely. Those damn alliance leaders, that Nikubdin who lacked fire, that idiot Masud!

  "Mr. Muhammad." Just then a voice came from behind him.

  Muhammad turned around and saw Masood, this young man in his prime, with a high level of education, who had organized guerrilla warfare against the Soviets and finally earned the title of Panjshir Lion, looking at him with a guilty gaze. He just looked at him for a moment, then lowered his head, and white hair had already appeared on top of his head.