These men knew Iqbal, so there was no misunderstanding about the encounter. In fact, it seems to me that unless the Yankees carry out a special operation, they really won't come in casually. The reason is simple, the terrain here is complex, and the natural environment is harsh, which makes the risk very high.

The men were glad to see our group coming, and from their conversations with Qasim and Iqbal, we learned that there were about three or four hundred armed men in the mountains of this area. The total number is not large, and the people are scattered, most of them are in a state of refuge, and it is difficult to do anything, but some people have suggested that everyone should be organized and run this place well, for a reason similar to what Qasim said to me before, that is, he wants the complex mountainous area here to save itself and the Yankees.

After following them to their makeshift camp in the woods in the mountains, Qasim asked them for news about Akmall. After these people began to answer, I suddenly felt that our luck was quite good, and our bad luck was over. Because the guys told Qasim that they had only met Akmal two days ago in a place called the village of Marzak. In order to confirm that we were not talking about the same person but two people with the same name, we also took out the group photo for these people to confirm, and the result was that they were very sure that the Akmal they said was the one in the photo, which means that we were not mistaken, but finally found the right one.

Kassem, who was as happy as we were, immediately inquired about the condition of Akmal and told him that although Akmall's men had suffered heavy losses, Akmal was fine except for a few minor injuries.

When he got the news, Qasim decided to rest here for the night and leave for the village called Malzac early tomorrow morning.

This time we had a rare chance to rest, and I wanted to contact the old fellow after dark to report the good news to him, but it didn't work, because there was no signal at all. The Iqbal told us that the camp was in the mountains and was a lowered place, and that the signal was naturally not good, and that if we wanted to have it, we had to go up the hill and only have it when we got to the heights. Hearing him say this, I looked at the high peaks in the night, and thought about it. Let's wait until we find Akmall.

Early on the morning of the third day after entering the mountain, we followed the TLB forces we met yesterday, and finally arrived at a village in the valley for half a day. In this village, in addition to a small number of villagers, there are more than two dozen armed men. And Akmal is one of them.

When we found him, he was basking in the sun outside a house. He looks even thinner than in the photo, his skin is yellow and black, and his whole person looks very sloppy. Not to mention the clothes on the body, even the beard is dirty and messy. In addition to these, it can be vaguely seen that his left arm and left leg are injured, and whenever he moves, his body seems to be neither sharp nor coordinated. In short, the whole person can know at a glance that this guy must have suffered a lot in the recent past.

After Qasim and Saeed stepped forward to reveal their identities and intentions, the first thing this guy said was to ask us for food.

Right... It's to be eaten. I was not mistaken, although I could not understand what they were saying, but when he asked for something to eat, it was Qasim and Saeed who looked at each other and did not react for a moment. Just when they thought they were mistaken, Akmal repeated it a few more times, and when he took the dry food that Said handed him, he devoured it like a hungry beggar.

I looked around and whispered to Ahmed, "Is there a brain famine here?" Can't they even guarantee food? ”

Ahmed also looked around, "Such a village... It's hard to feed yourself. With so many more people this time, where is there still something for them to eat? I don't think it's good if I don't starve to death. “

I nodded, and that was indeed a problem. It's good to go into the mountains to fight guerrillas, but the first thing to worry about is food, otherwise you don't have to wait for encirclement and suppression, and you'll be all done. And in the case of mostly bare stone mountains like this, it is even more difficult to find food.

"No wonder those people outside the mountain are collecting supplies... Salim behind me spoke.

Ahmed looked back at him and said, "There is no way. Now more and more people are disappointed in them and no longer support them. Coupled with their retreat, who can guarantee the supply of supplies? It can only be forcibly solicited or robbed. But those solicitations outside the mountain have nothing to do with here. More often than not, they want to keep Kandahar and the southern region, or to protect the interests of their respective groups first. “

I turned to look at the other armed men in the village, who seemed to be in decent shape, at least much better than our young master Akmall. I pointed to the humans, "Don't they have anything to eat?" “

"They? They are certainly better than the wounded. The wounded can only stay here to recuperate, and it would be nice to have barely enough to eat. And those people still have a chance to go out and solicit after all, don't they? Besides, whoever can fight now will be satisfied first, after all, there may be a battle at any time. Only these people can be relied on then, and the wounded can only be a burden at that time. Ahmed said.

Akmal gobbled up for five minutes and poured a few more mouthfuls of water as if he had returned his soul. Having eaten and drunk enough, he put the rest of the dry food directly on his body, returned the kettle to Said, and began to take the initiative to communicate with him and Qasim.

After about half an hour of conversation, he sometimes seemed very lost, sometimes very excited, and sometimes he cried at the most excited time, and sometimes seemed to be repentant. Originally, I thought that this guy might not go with us so easily, but now the actual situation is not like this, this guy not only does not object, but even wants to get out of here as soon as possible.

Akmal looked tired. He ended the conversation and led us to a courtyard where he was temporarily staying. To be precise, it is not he who lives, but it should be said that it is them. Because there are other wounded people like Akmar living here.

Upon his return, Akmal gave the rest of his rations to a wounded man who was also like a beggar crouching by the courtyard wall. Said whispered to me beside me, "This man is the one he recruited to fight with, and the only one he has recruited alive." ”

I looked at Said and said, "When are we leaving?" ”

"Tomorrow." Said said, "Get out of here early tomorrow morning." We're going to have to check his injuries today, and Akmal has asked to take his companion with him. ”

Second Update。。。。。

(End of chapter)