Chapter 121: The Afghan Freedom Army

  Originally, Mohammad wanted to let Durrani lead the team to attack Bagram, and the Soviets would divert some troops to chase Durrani, so that Mohammad's pressure would be alleviated, and he could open a gap in the direction of the weakest defense and retreat.

  But this heavy rain brought new opportunities for Muhamad, he looked at the surging river water flowing from behind the hospital and suddenly thought of something.

  Wait until nightfall, then retreat along this river!

  The Soviet encirclement was tight, with countless Soviet soldiers guarding both sides of the river, staring intently at the water's surface. They also deployed two searchlights, which shone continuously onto the river.

  This still can't stump Muhammad! Just yesterday, among the Soviet hostages and large numbers of civilians released in the rain, there was one who was an intelligence officer under Dana.

  Dana had already set up a tight intelligence network in Jalalabad, and when Mohammad was surrounded with the guerrillas, Dana was anxious to think of ways to rescue them. The simplest and most reliable method was to dig tunnels to bring out the guerrillas, but now there were Soviets everywhere, and digging tunnels was also extremely difficult. The sound of excavation could easily be detected by the Soviets.

  In the midst of this heavy rain, Dana, who was outside the encirclement, saw the intelligence officer coming out of the encirclement and received Muhamed's instructions. She immediately took action, bringing a dozen or so intelligence personnel to a furniture factory on the northwest side of Jalalabad City, by the riverbank.

  A corner of the factory, piled with countless logs. Due to the heavy rain, all the workers in the factory had dispersed, leaving only one gatekeeper behind. This person was also an intelligence officer under Dana's command. After learning of Dana's purpose, this gatekeeper did not hesitate and helped push those logs into the river together.

  It was already 11 o'clock at night, and by midnight, these logs had floated to the vicinity of the hospital with the rushing river water. Muhamed's men were waiting on the riverbank, braving the heavy rain, they all jumped into the water, grabbed the logs, and rode on them.

  The log is for making furniture, two people can't hug it together. A log like this can hold two or three people riding on it, and they ride the log down the river.

  Muhammad had already made preparations for battle, if the Soviets were to snipe at the riverbank, he would lead his men ashore and engage in a fight, allowing the remaining people to quickly move downstream along the river.

  Who knows, the Soviets didn't even turn on the searchlights. In this heavy rain, the searchlight couldn't shine more than a few meters and was blurred in the rain curtain. Moreover, the heavy rain soaked the wires, there was a risk of electric shock, so they simply turned off the searchlights.

  As for the guerrilla troops fleeing along the river, the Soviet soldiers guarding them did not believe it even if they were killed. Now this river is flooded! The water flow rate is very fast, and sometimes there will be flood peaks passing by. If you really enter the water, except for those with high swimming skills, most people will drown.

  It's raining so heavily that nothing can be done, they took shelter in a nearby house, enjoying the rare quietness. For several days in a row, they hadn't had a good rest. Today's heavy rain is a good time to take a break.

  They had no idea that these guerrillas were riding on logs and rolling down with the flood, and they actually escaped.

  Drenched from head to toe, they had been cooled to the bone by the heavy rain and then soaked in water for several hours. Everyone felt like they were going to faint, their faces pale, but still with smiles on them.

  It's out! It's finally out!

  Originally, in the encirclement of Jalalabad, they had long been prepared. Under the multi-layered encirclement by the Soviets, their greatest wish was to kill a few more Soviets. They never thought they could still come out alive.

  Now, with them creating miracles is the divine presence of the Jalalabad guerrillas, Mr. Muhammad!

  Muhammad took off almost all his clothes, here can't make a fire, easy to expose the target, he could only wring out the water from his clothes and then wipe himself clean, wet clothes against his skin, it's easy to get sick.

  Hanging on the branches, waiting for the clothes to be blown dry by the wind, basking in the warm sunshine, Muhammad felt that such days were also quite comfortable.

  "Mr. Muhammad, thank you for saving these guerrillas." Just then a voice came from beside Muhammad.

  The speaker was Masood, and at this moment, Masood's words were filled with gratitude, self-blame, and...

  "I was wrong, I thought attacking Jalalabad would give the guerrillas a more suitable base and make it easier for us to expand, now I know that with our guerrilla force, we cannot confront the Soviet regular army head-on." Masood said.

  All the guerrilla fighters fell silent, staring at Masud, when they were surrounded, when people around them were constantly being eliminated by the Soviets, they became angry with Masud, this man led them to a dead end.

  At the same time, they are now grateful to Muhammad, who saved them and helped them escape from the siege.

  Now, Masood, who is proud of himself, has also made such a statement.

  "The Soviets are strong, and our road is very difficult," Mohammad said. "The Soviets have airplanes, tanks, artillery, while we only have light weapons in our hands. Our power is weak."

  At this time, Muhammad was naked, and the mountain wind kept blowing, as were the rest of the guerrilla fighters around him. The scene was extremely comical, but Muhammad's words were clearly imprinted on everyone's mind.

  "So, we must unite!" Muhammad said: "We are surrounded by the Soviets, but the Soviets still dare not attack us directly. It's because we have 400 or 500 people left. If we gather together, we will become a powerful force!"

  Looking at these guerrilla fighters' focused expressions, Muhammad couldn't help but feel secretly delighted in his heart. These guerrilla fighters are indeed easy to fool.

  "Mr. Muhammad, we are all listening to you, we should unite, we should form a strong force!" A guerrilla fighter shouted, anyway, the guerrilla he was in had been beaten down to just him, seeing how well Jalalabad's guerrillas fought and their advanced weapons, he had long wanted to join them.

  "Right, let's unite and become one force!"

  "Right, we must unite!"

  The guerrillas surrounding Muhammad expressed their opinions, those who were farther away, although also expressing their views, had a hint of hesitation in their eyes.

  Muhammad knew this was the best opportunity, now, with the help of this escape, Muhammad had established a tall image among these people, established prestige, and took advantage of this moment, it was a good chance to gather all the people.

  Of course, there are also people who will not be willing, and for such people, Muhammad has a way to deal with them.

  "Now, our power has reached its weakest point," Mohammad said. "In Jalalabad, we lost half of our brothers; if we don't unite, the Soviets will defeat us one by one. So I have decided."

  Muhammad paused for a moment, and everyone around him held their breath, waiting for what Muhammad was about to say.

  "We, the people here, have merged into a new guerrilla force called the Afghan Freedom Army. We will fight to drive out the Soviets with our last drop of blood!" Muhammad said: "For hundreds and thousands of years, we Afghans have suffered too much oppression by foreign powers. Now, we are fighting for our freedom! Long live Great Afghanistan!"

  "Hurray!" The warriors who originally belonged to the Jalalabad detachment shouted loudly, and then the rest of the willing warriors also followed suit, with waves of cheers rising one after another. As a result, everyone raised their right arms and cheered: "Hurray!"

  "We will divide into three legions." Mohammad said: "The northern mountains of Jalalabad, for the First Legion of Freedom Army, the Panjshir Valley area, for the Second Legion of Freedom Army, and the Wakhan Corridor, for the Third Legion of Freedom Army. We will echo each other and fight together!"

  There were only over 500 people, at most three regiments. Now, Muhammad divided them into three brigades because Muhammad knew that his troops would gradually expand and might not be just a brigade in the future, but also expanded to divisions.

  Jalalabad's northern mountains were Mohammed's old stronghold, the roots of Mohammed, and the Panjshir Valley was a must-pass for Soviet supplies. Guerrilla warfare there was a heavy blow to the Soviet Union's soft underbelly. The Wakhan Corridor was Mohammed's weapons transportation channel, and Mohammed had to ensure its safety.

  "For brothers who are not willing to join the Free Army, we will not force them." Muhhamad said: "As long as you fight against the Soviets, we are still good brothers. I am willing to send a team of skilled fighters from our troops to guide you in combat. Everyone has seen it in these days, our guerrilla forces have many new equipment."

  After finishing speaking, Muhammad picked up the weapon of a guerrilla fighter beside him and said: "Look, this is called a poisonous thorn missile, specifically for shooting female deer."

  A forced melon is not sweet, and not everyone is willing to join. For these people, forcing them to join will only cause instability in the troops. Send an instructor to let them take a look at these new things, and they will definitely welcome them. After a long time, the instructor can control this guerrilla team, and when the time comes, won't they still listen to their own command? At the same time, in order to thoroughly control and change the current situation here, it is also necessary to establish a political party on the basis of the Free Army, but this matter must be carried out slowly.

  As expected, when Muhammad showed off the poisonous stinger and then the 107 rockets, the eyes of those who were wavering shone with light.