Late at night, it was pitch black.

The camp of the garrison, not far from the city hall of Jalalabad, the military camp of Nuoda, is now empty, the main forces are gone, and only these remaining troops remain.

There was a loud snoring in the camp, and even the two sentries at the door, holding their guns, kept shaking their bodies, too sleepy.

Suddenly, a pair of big hands reached out from behind and covered his mouth, he wanted to scream, but he only saw a flash of the knife, and then there was a sharp pain in the heart, blood gushed out, and his body only moved, and it stiffened.

The bodies of the two sentinels were dragged into the darkness next to them, and Osama made a gesture flexibly, and the people behind him, following Osama, followed him and touched it inside according to the original plan.

The companies that stayed behind slept in the barracks at the front, and the ammunition depots and fuel depots were only defended by a few sentries in the back.

In the same way, Osama's men killed the sentries and took the ammunition and fuel depots intact.

The original plan was to detonate this place and create chaos, but when Osama listened to Hadim's introduction, he changed his mind, and these weapons can be used to protect themselves!

In particular, there are some shells and other shells that can be transformed into powerful bombs, and it takes time to bring weapons from Peshawar, or it is faster for your own side to capture them.

Now, completely under control of this place, only those sleeping soldiers are left!

Opening the arsenal, Osama's eyes lit up, and in a few boxes next to him, large-caliber machine guns were stored!

Looking at these machine guns, Osama was even happier in his heart, and quietly pried open the box, took the machine gun out of it, and carried it to his shoulder. There was already someone next to him who was carrying an ammunition box and came out with Osama.

Six people, with three machine guns, slowly walked forward, in front of the barracks, lined up.

Attach the tripod. Before Osama could speak, the door inside opened.

A Soviet soldier, who came out of it in a daze, just pushed open the door when he ripped off his trousers, which turned out to be urgent.

"Whoa." The sound of pulling the bolt suddenly made him sober up.

"Who?" The Soviet soldier shouted.

"Da-da-da-da." He was greeted by a barrage of bullets.

12.7 mm machine gun rounds. Easily tore his body in half, the hand holding Ding Ding still maintained that position, but the upper body had already flown away.

Gunshots rang out, and the people sleeping inside, in a panic, were constantly hit by bullets, those 12.7mm bullets. Easily punched through the wall and opened a large hole. Rushing into the room with pieces of masonry and stone poses an even greater danger to those inside.

The battle has begun!

Just when the first shot was fired here, the soldiers of the government army, who were still setting up barricades on the periphery, were suddenly awakened by the sound of this gunshot, what happened?

No one answered them. What they ushered in was also a violent rain of bullets.

"Boom!" A flying rocket hit their military vehicle parked on the side of the road, and in the firelight, the military vehicle was lifted into the sky. Several people in the car followed them to another world.

The remaining government soldiers were also shot and fell.

Bullets were fired from behind.

Seeing that the exchange of fire had begun on this side, countless warriors suddenly appeared in the field in the distance, and they took their weapons and rushed towards the road.

The soldiers of the First Army, with great excitement, rushed to Jalalabad and, with almost no effort, took the city.

Most of the defenders were killed, and only a dozen or so of government soldiers remained, who became prisoners.

The inhabitants of the city were awakened by the sound of gunfire, and they stayed in their homes, afraid to go out, not knowing what was happening outside.

"It's the Free Army, it's our fighters who are back!" At this moment, some bold citizens raised their heads and saw the soldiers walking on the street outside, the uniforms were completely different from the previous ones, and immediately shouted.

"It's our fighters who have come back!" More and more citizens came out of their homes and boldly took to the streets to greet their troops.

In front of the city hall, on the square.

"Fellow citizens, history will remember this day, after seven years of fighting, we finally began our counteroffensive! Jalalabad is the first city that we Afghans recaptured! Standing high on top of a building, Hewaja said to the citizens.

"We are the Free Afghan Army led by the Afghan Freedom Party! Everyone should know that our goal is to drive the Soviets out of our territory and build a strong democratic state! We have started to develop economically in the northern mountains, we have countless minerals, and if we gain independence, we will definitely become a rich country! Hewaja shouted.

"Long live the Liberals!"

"Long live the Free Army!"

All the citizens shouted loudly, wave after wave.

The northern mountainous areas have begun to be developed, and many residents of the mountainous areas have already lived a rich life, and many of them know that they even want to participate in mining and transportation, thinking that life will become richer, which is what they are most looking forward to for a country that relies on agriculture.

"However, the Soviets will not be resigned to their defeat, they will definitely mobilize a large number of troops to come, Jalalabad, and a brutal battle will soon come, so, now, I regret very much, please take your belongings, from the east, to Pakistan for refuge, and wait until we are done with this battle, and then rebuild our homeland with our hands!" Hewaja continued.

The capture of Jalalabad will be followed by a fierce counterattack by the Soviets, and this battle will be extremely difficult, and perhaps after the battle, it will be in ruins, in which case the residents of the city will need to be dismissed in advance to prevent them from innocently implicated.

"No, we're not leaving, we're going to fight the Soviets together!" A stocky lad shouted from below.

"Yes, send us weapons, and we will fight the Soviets together!" Another person said.

With the words of these people, the atmosphere of the scene became lively again, and it was their duty to defend their homeland! Now that Jalalabad has returned to the hands of the Afghans, he will never give up again!

"Fighting a war is a soldier's business." "We all have a more important mission, which is to build our motherland! Everyone is leaving now, just to preserve the strength of construction, and when our battle is over, we still have enough population to carry out economic construction, please leave for the time being, we have made preparations along the way to cover everyone's transfer. ”

There is no need to drag these citizens to participate in the battle, they are an important force in the economic construction of the country! This is Mhammad's instruction, when the war is over, the country will need more labor to restore the economy!

The citizens began to disperse, each going home, packing up his valuables, pushing carts, driving donkey carts, leaving from the east, along the road, soon entering Pakistani territory, where he would take refuge for two months.

And some of the young lads, who refused to leave and were bound to stay and fight the Soviets, accepted these enthusiastic fighters, issued them weapons for self-defense, and, according to the previous plan, began to act quickly.

Every room, every road, even a well, is a place of battle, where the Soviets drain every drop of blood!

When the Soviets had to abandon this place because of their huge losses, the Free Afghan Army was victorious, which was a great turn of events, representing that the Free Army of Afghanistan would begin to seize the initiative on the battlefield!

In the past, the Free Afghan Army was only three regiments, but after several years of war, they have all grown stronger, and Khwaja still leads the first regiment, which has become the first army at this time, with 26,000 combatants!

And Osama's direct guards also numbered as high as 3,000 people.

In this way, the entire Jalalabadri, with a garrison force of 30,000 people, is completely capable of a large-scale street battle.

Just as the outposts along the road from Jalalabad to Peshawar have been destroyed, Pakistani reinforcements are also rapidly moving towards Jalalabad as a large number of citizens move in the direction of Peshawar.

Steyr's trucks were loaded with ammunition, weapons, and twelve-barreled 107-mm rockets in the back, all of which could play a heavy role in street fighting, and were also weapons that the Free Afghan Army was skilled with.

There are also some armored vehicles, which follow the drive, mainly M551 tanks supported by the United States, which are light in weight and agile.

These weapons were quickly transported to Jalalabad during the night.

At dawn, the news of the fall of Jalalabad was transmitted back to the Turkmenistan Military District, and Marshal Akhromeyev, who was in command here, was first surprised, followed by joy.

When the air offensive failed, the Soviet army was forced to abandon its original tactics and enter the mountains to encircle and suppress the Afghan rebels without air support, relying only on ground troops.

Progress is slow, casualties are increasing, although the war reports say every day how many Afghan rebels have been eliminated, but Marshal Akhromeyev knows very well that if these war reports are added up, the Afghan rebels will be as high as more than 300,000, and it is said that the main force has been wiped out, but they are still constantly attacked.

If the Pakistanis had been wandering around the mountains, it would not have been easy to encircle and suppress them, and now, they dare to leave the mountains and come to the cities!

Immediately mobilize all kinds of troops and strangle this Afghan rebel army with all your might! (To be continued......)

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