Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: Isolation Zone

  Masood looked back, a guerrilla he knew, at that time gathered more than a thousand people's guerrillas, but in these few days later, he had already remembered every guerrilla, this is the necessary condition for being a leader.

  A young man of the Chara Mak tribe, Kadir.

  At this time, Kadir's eyes were full of anger: "If it weren't for him, our entire guerrilla team wouldn't be left with just me! It was all his fault! We had been doing well in the mountains, but he brought us here!"

  The guerrilla squad Kadir was in charged forward, but the Soviet tanks and armored vehicles used their infrared headlights to their advantage, killing almost all of the guerrillas, leaving only him to survive.

  Recalling the grand ambitions at the time of departure, now encountering extremely heavy losses, almost everyone has naturally placed the responsibility for failure on Masood's head. Such a huge casualty, the commander's responsibility cannot be shirked!

  It now seems that Masud is like an insider of the Soviet Union, gathering guerrilla troops here to be slaughtered by the Soviets.

  Masood did not know how to face these people, his heart was filled with guilt, and the casualties were indeed closely related to himself.

  "Yes, kill him, avenge the dead!" said another guerrilla fighter. At this moment, they seemed to have regarded Masood as an enemy already.

  "What are you doing?" Fahim raised his gun, aiming at these restless guerrilla fighters: "Go back to your own position! The Soviet attack is about to begin! If you don't leave now, it's disobedience!"

  Fahim was in a dilemma. These guerrillas, numbering over a dozen, were based on the mountain and although they also fought against the Soviets, their sense of discipline was very weak. Now, they no longer listened to orders.

  "You've killed us too!" Kadil wasn't afraid at all. Anyway, they were surrounded by the Soviets and the possibility of getting out alive was very small. Whether he died now or later, it was all the same - death.

  Saying that, Kadir took two steps forward: "Our guerrilla team is now left with only me. If I die, it's not bad to reunite with them either."

  "Bang." Fahim cocked his rifle, taking aim at the opponent. The Panjshir guerrillas behind him also cocked their rifles.

  The guerrilla squad opposite them also made the same move, they supported Cadir from behind and saw Cadir move forward little by little.

  Before the Soviet troops attacked, on this street, the split of the guerrilla force was already before one's eyes.

  Masood knew that to stop this confrontation, he could only sacrifice himself. He had never planned to live anyway, and it would be best to die at the hands of the Soviets. If dying at the hands of those in front of him could appease their anger, then he was willing to do so.

  "Alright, shoot me then. The mobile phone's first launch address is:" Masood said: "Fahim, put down your guns."

  After finishing speaking, Masood walked out. Closing his eyes, waiting for that moment, at this time, he relaxed instead, and there was a heavy pressure on his heart. If he died, then he wouldn't have to think about anything anymore.

  Kadir took a few steps forward without hesitation and pressed his gun against Masood's head.

  "Stop." A voice came from behind: "You bunch of fools!"

  Kadir lifted his head and saw a tall figure, and was immediately stunned.

  Muhammad was pushing several wounded soldiers captured from the hospital, walking to here, wearing Soviet military boots, Muhammad kicked Kadir's body with his big feet without any politeness.

  This kick was not polite, Kadir felt that his waist ribs were about to be kicked off, very painful, he retreated and walked two or three steps back, still didn't stand firm, and sat down on the ground with a thud.

  "Who are you?" Kadir asked angrily, aiming his gun at Muhammad.

  "Muhammad Kamran." Muhammad said: "The commander of the Jalalabad guerrilla squad."

  Hearing the other's name, Kadir was taken aback for a moment, Mr. Muhammad?

  The guerrillas all over northern Afghanistan. There is not a single one who does not know the great name of Muhammad, and his heroic deeds have filled them with endless admiration and yearning for him.

  Although the guerrilla force was Pashtun, it is said that this person was not a Pashtun but came from Pakistan. Moreover, it is said that he even saved a Tajik guerrilla force and the two forces have merged into one to fight together.

  Now, Muhammad appeared before Kadir, and all the anger of Kadir, who was furious at being kicked, disappeared.

  "Now, the Soviets are right outside our door, and at this time, we're still fighting among ourselves! Why is Afghanistan always in turmoil? Why did the Soviet invasion happen? It's because we ourselves aren't united!" Muhammad said: "Unity will make us strong, division will only turn us into a sheep waiting to be slaughtered!"

  "But our guerrilla force is all dead, it's all because of Masood!" Kadir said.

  "Scoundrels! It was the Soviets who killed our guerrilla fighters! Masood gave wrong commands and fell into the Soviet trap!" Mohammad continued, "The Panjshir guerrillas also suffered heavy losses!"

  Masood looked at Muhammad with grateful eyes, if it weren't for Muhammad, Masood would have been killed by these angry guerrillas, Muhammad saved him once again, and at the same time, Masood also knew that he would never be able to lift his head in front of Muhammad from now on.

  "This is God testing us Afghans," Mohammad said. "We fell into the trap of the Soviets and lost half our brothers."

  Mohammad's voice was low: "This is a major loss for our guerrilla force, it is a major loss for all of the Afghan resistance to the Soviets. Now we are still surrounded here."

  "It is precisely because of this that we need to unite as one, our over 500 people, as long as we unite, we will definitely be able to break out of the encirclement and win victory!" Muhammad's voice rose a few degrees: "Unity is the prerequisite for our victory! If you believe in me, obey my orders, I swear to God that I will lead the entire guerrilla team out! We are only surrounded, not annihilated! Long live unity!"

  "Long live unity!" Masud shouted along, and other guerrilla groups also shouted: "Long live unity!"

  "Come on, get up." Muhammad stretched out his hand to Kadir who was on the ground.

  Khaidir felt his eyes getting moist: "I'll avenge our guerrilla squad!"

  "Right! Let's fight together with the Soviets across from us!" Muhammad said.

  "Rumble, rumble." The distant sound of an engine roaring came through.

  "Quickly, take up your positions, we're going to fight a street battle with the Soviets!" Fahim shouted.

  This side is Hewaja's defense area, Fahim brought Panjshir guerrillas and several other guerrilla groups to fight with Hewaja. Hewaja already knew about Muhammad's attitude towards Masood, although he had some misgivings in his heart, Hewaja didn't say much, he respected Muhammad's decision, while Osama was not polite at all, ran over to kill Masood.

  Now, seeing these guerrillas clash with Masood, the Khwaja on the bell tower did not say a word. He instead hoped that these guerrillas would get rid of Masood. In his heart, he also thought that this would be greatly beneficial to Muhammad.

  Now, Muhammad surprisingly stopped the conflict! Khwaja knew that Muhammad did so for a reason and without thinking much, he was attracted by the rumbling sound from afar.

  Are the Soviets going to attack? Khwaja looked at the streets in the distance, where many large Soviet vehicles were moving. However, they were not tanks. And their target was not the guerrillas on this side either...

  Muhammad lay on the roof of a civilian house, looking at the opposite side, and was also frightened.

  The crawler crushed the ground. The front shovel easily pushed down the civilian house, and the collapsed house raised a cloud of dust. The bulldozer continued to push forward until the house was completely reduced to ruins.

  The Soviets moved in dozens of bulldozers on the outer perimeter of their defensive positions and pushed down those houses.

  Sly Soviet!

  "What are they going to do?" Fahim asked, as their side only occupied a corner of the city of Jalalabad, while most of it was still under Soviet control. Now the Soviets were about to turn everything around them into ruins. What good would that do for them?

  "Launch a cordon sanitaire and the Soviets will control us all here, not one of us can escape." Muhamed said.

  The guerrillas from all over northern Afghanistan have concentrated here, and on the outskirts of Jalalabad, the guerrillas lost more than half, and the remaining ones were surrounded near the hospital.

  The Soviets did not immediately launch an attack. They were very patient and first pushed down all the houses around, forcibly drawing a circle.

  Unlike urban warfare and mountain warfare, there are houses everywhere here. No matter how many troops the Soviet Union has, there may be loopholes, allowing guerrilla forces to tear open a gap and then escape.

  These civilian houses were pushed down, and this place became an isolated area. As long as the Soviets held the isolation zone, not a single person could escape from their side.

  "The Soviet people have a big appetite," Muhammad said: "Their goal is to eliminate us all."

  The residents of the houses had already been driven out in advance. The Soviet Union was so barbaric that they were not afraid of provoking public outrage at all.

  "Take out one first," Fakhir said, stretching his SVD sniper rifle from the rooftop, aiming at a bulldozer driver and pulling the trigger.

  "Bang." The gunshot rang out, and the bulldozer that was emitting black smoke came to an abrupt stop. The person inside slumped over onto the steering wheel, with fresh blood splattering onto the rear glass.

  The driver of the bulldozer that was hit by sniper fire stopped, and the other bulldozers followed suit. The drivers took three steps back and two steps forward before jumping off their vehicles.

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