Chapter 121: Three Teams

  "At the same time, I will also contact those who support us and ask them to continue providing weapons that can be allocated to your guerrilla troops. The specific allocation will be decided by the instructor," Muhammad said.

  Muhammad's words made them even more delighted. Previously, they joined the alliance just to get support from the West. Now, with Muhammad having his own channel to ask Westerners for weapons, it was simply too good! The alliance had always been stingy and unwilling to provide many weapons. With Muhammad around, what was the point of the alliance?

  Muhammad knew that his own terms had moved everyone.

  "Masood, you and your Panjshir guerrillas, what will you choose? To join the Free Army or for me to send instructors?" Muhammad asked Masood who was standing beside him.

  Masood smiled bitterly in his heart, did he have a choice?

  This time, the operation to attack Jalalabad, had a falling out with Mohammad, almost got into a fight, and now the facts have proven Mohammad's correctness, so many guerrilla fighters died, should have been shot long ago, but it was Mohammad who stepped forward and saved himself.

  Masood knew that in terms of ability, he was indeed inferior to Muhammad. The Tajiks were arrogant at ordinary times, but they also knew how to be grateful and repay kindness.

  Moreover, the mission of the Second Battalion of Mohammed's Freedom Army was to wage guerrilla warfare in the Panjshir region, which clearly indicated Mohammed's stance, and Massoud knew what he had to do.

  "Only unity will bring freedom to Afghanistan, our Panjshir guerrillas are willing to join the Freedom Army. Let's fight the Soviets together until we drive them out!" Massoud said.

  The largest guerrilla force has joined, and the rest have also expressed their willingness to join, with only one or two small guerrilla forces willing to invite instructors sent by Muhhamad.

  Muhammad was not slow in dividing the three tribes, now remaining here. Including Muhammad, there were six hundred and twenty-three men. Except for thirty-one who refused to join, there were five hundred and ninety-two men, less than two hundred men per tribe.

  Mohammad wouldn't keep people from the same guerrilla unit together. They were all mixed up, for example, the Panjshir guerrillas were evenly distributed among three regiments. Mohammad's idea was simple: this way each regiment would have people from different places who could familiarize themselves with the terrain of any northern region and be ready to maneuver and fight when necessary.

  Everyone nodded in agreement, only Masood was clear in his heart. This Muhammad is not simple at all, and with this move, the risk of internal strife has been eliminated. In terms of grasping military power, Muhammad is absolutely unambiguous.

  And when it came to distributing the legion commanders, they were all Muhammad's men: Hwaja was commander of the first legion, Durani was commander of the second legion, and Fahim was commander of the third legion.

  Dulani was still leading the fifty cavalrymen in the mountains. After the merger, Dulani would take over as the commander of the second regiment. The fifty cavalrymen would be directly under Muhammad and become a guard battalion combined with an artillery battalion. On the surface, Muhammad did not hold any specific position, but the entire army belonged to him completely.

  Fahim is also one of Mohammad's men, and after the conflict with Masood, Fahim firmly stood on Mohammad's side. Now Fahim has become the captain of the third group, actually a transport team leader.

  In the mountainous region east of Jalalabad, on the banks of the flooded Kabul River, Afghanistan's strongest corps was born. These guerrilla fighters, with their bodies exposed and clothes just dried by the cold wind, felt infinite power surge in their chests; they were no longer fighting alone, they were an army! Under the leadership of Muhammad, they would defeat the Soviets!

  The team continued to move forward. Muhamaad looked at Osama, who was walking silently beside him, and followed him, saying: "Osama, are you not feeling well in your heart?"

  "No, I wouldn't be happy," Osama said.

  "When I announced the name of the team leader, you had expectations," Muhammad said.

  "No, how would I want to be a squad leader?" Osama continued.

  Osama couldn't hide it from Muhammad, and Muhammad knew just by looking at Osama's eyes. Muhammad continued walking beside Osama and said, "Originally, I was going to appoint you as the commander of the third battalion, but then I thought about it, and you have a more important mission."

  What task? Osama turned his head suddenly and looked at Muhammad: "What task?"

  "Our cavalry unit," Muhammad said. "They're the most powerful, towing rocket artillery. Just last night, they launched a surprise attack on Bagram Air Base, what a wonderful sight."

  "Mr. Muhammad, are you suggesting I lead that team?" Osama said.

  "Right," Muhammad said: "That cavalry is my personal bodyguard."

  Osama's face immediately broke into a smile: "Mr. Muhammad, I will faithfully complete my task!"

  Thinking of those rockets falling from the sky and exploding on the Soviets' heads, Osama's heart was filled with excitement.

  "Mr. Muhammad, you didn't give Colonel Masood a position, won't he be dissatisfied in his heart?" Osama said quietly to Muhammad.

  Originally, Osama thought that the commander of the second regiment would become Masood's, after all, he was originally the leader of the Panjshir guerrilla.

  "He won't," Mohammad said quietly. "Whatever the position, it's fighting against the Soviets, and for the liberation of Afghanistan."

  Muhammad wouldn't be so stupid, it's easy to tame Masood and give him the position of team leader, then soon his confidence will surge again. Muhammad won't take care of Masood's emotions and give him such an important position. Many times, suppressing a person can make them more convinced.

  The Soviet forces were closing in, the partisans were surrounded and could be eliminated at any moment, from Moscow to the advancing troops, everyone was waiting for the final blow against the partisans.

  Under such circumstances, the guerrillas vanished into thin air without warning. Meanwhile, news of the bombing of Bagram base spread out.

  On the land of Afghanistan, these messages were spreading, and unknowingly, they turned into Muhammad's leadership of the guerrilla team, fighting against the Soviets in Jalalabad. Many Soviets were killed, and then they ran to Bagram, blowing up all the planes there, killing tens of thousands of Soviets.

  The news spread relentlessly, and Muhammad became a towering figure.

  Mr. Muhammad is as strong as an ox! He can lift a Soviet man with one hand!

  Mr. Muhammad can use a rifle. Just shoot down the Soviet plane!

  Muhammad became a thorough hero among the people, and even little children knew about Muhammad's exploits.

  Another piece of news has also come in, Mr. Hekmatyar has established an army! The Afghan Liberation Army! This army is specifically for fighting the Soviets!

  Many young Afghan boys have secretly slipped out of their homes and want to join the Free Army of Afghanistan to fight for freedom!

  The situation in the north is about to settle down, but it has fallen into chaos again.

  Panzhihua Valley

  "Rumble, rumble." The diesel engine roared. A convoy of vehicles was making its way laboriously through the mountain valley.

  The wreckage of cars can be seen along the road, and since the guerrilla forces revived, there have been battles almost every day.

  The Soviet Union almost mobilized all transport planes to transport supplies to Bagram, those bombed planes needed repair, needed parts. Needed technicians, just transporting these consumed the Soviet Union's entire air transportation power, so the task of transporting supplies for the 100,000 troops could only be left to the ground transportation team.

  The Panjshir Valley has become a headache for every transportation team, but they have to grit their teeth.

  For transportation, the Soviet Union also paid a heavy price. This transport team had only more than 50 cars, but was accompanied by five Shilka self-propelled guns and five modified gun trucks, almost every four cars were mixed with one gun.

  Practice has proven that in mountainous areas, high cannon is the best choice, with a large shooting angle, it can easily hit the top of the mountain, with fierce firepower. Wherever there are guerrilla troops, they will open fire fiercely, especially at Shile River, four 23mm high cannons, fully automatic firing, within seconds, the target location will be blown to pieces.

  To protect the convoy, the Soviets paid a heavy price. The cost of one Shilka self-propelled anti-aircraft gun was equivalent to the value of these transported goods.

  At the same time, such a convoy came over and indeed had enough deterrent effect. Pan Jie Xi Valley has gone halfway, and there is no contact with the guerrilla team.

  It seems they know what's good for them.

  The commander of the transport team was relieved in his heart. Every time he came here, it felt like walking on the line between life and death. Those who had a way out hoped to leave the transport team as soon as possible. Only these unlucky ones were assigned to carry out such tasks.

  Keep going and get out of the valley quickly!

  Can't stay here, those few small towns in the valley are full of guerrilla eyes and ears, staying overnight, don't know how to die the next day.

  After walking for several hours, the warriors of the tense convoy were already exhausted. They still stared tightly at the high mountains on both sides. The Bagram Air Force Base was still resting and temporarily did not have any female deer to protect them. Everything could only rely on itself.

  There is still another mountain, once you get through that mountain, you will be safe.

  On the side of the mountain, Duranni watched the arriving transport convoy with binoculars, looking at those protected high cannons, knowing that this was a tough nut to crack, and the tougher it was, the more interested he became!

  "Take aim, everyone! Anyone who misses will be barred from participating in combat for a week!" Dulaney whispered, as the anti-tank missile launcher behind him, crouched on one side, was ready to fire.

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