Inside the cave, several oil lamps were burning, and in the middle of the oil lamps was a makeshift bed, on which a man was lying on his stomach.

Clenching a wet towel tightly in his mouth, sweat flowed from Fahim's forehead.

A man in a white robe, using a scalpel and tweezers, was constantly busy on his back, pieces of shrapnel were pinched out of his back, and little by little, he took out all the shrapnel and began to clean the wound.

Without the application of anesthesia, it was a form of torture for the patient, and Fahim, whose arm was bruised and still holding his upper body motionless, was so that the doctor could clean his wounds.

Finally, when the wound was cleaned and the doctor began to stitch up the wound, Fahim felt a sleepiness that he had never felt before, and slowly, he actually fell asleep.

Finally, the operation was done, and the white-robed man redressed the wound and walked out.

Outside, it's a fresh night breeze.

Seeing the white-robed man come out, Muhammad immediately said, "Doctor Khaled, how is Fahim?" ”

"No problem, the wounds are all taken care of, this Fahim, he is really strong." "In order not to affect the body, anesthetics are not used. ”

When he came out, he brought a medicine box, plus the medicines given by the service camp, and had an operation, which was completely complete, but Fahim didn't know who to listen to, and the nerves would be damaged when anesthetized, especially since he was now undergoing surgery on the upper body and needed general anesthesia, and sometimes, people with general anesthesia could never wake up again, so Fahim resolutely did not use anesthetic, so he survived.

"Hmm." Mhammad said, "Doctor Khalid, you are tired too. Let's go and rest first. ”

The operation lasted for more than four hours, and it was completely carried out by Harlid alone, and Hammad even began to regret that when he came here, he didn't bring Lilith with him, otherwise. Lilith can be an assistant.

Looking at the stars in the sky, Mhammad sat quietly, the Afghan sky, so clear, the evening breeze blowing, with a fresh earthy smell.

In the midst of battle, this peace and tranquility are rare.

There was a sound of footsteps around him, and Muhammad looked up, it was Osama.

Osama followed and sat down next to Mhammad. Looking at the sky above him, he said, "This is really a nostalgic place, much more beautiful than the sky in Riyadh." ”

Osama, born in a wealthy Saudi family, is now worth hundreds of millions of dollars. However, he appeared on the bloody battlefield and engaged in a war that had nothing to do with him.

"Osama, are you homesick?" Mhammad asked.

"Yes." "Abdullah is six years old. In the years since I left home, I must have grown a lot taller. ”

Early marriages are common in the Muslim world. Osama was married when he was seventeen years old, and more than a year later, his eldest son, Abdullah, was born.

"The Soviets invaded Afghanistan, and this is an encroachment on our entire Muslim world." "We will definitely drive out the Soviets!" ”

After speaking, Mhammad looked at Osama and said, "Osama." The Aboud and Farabi I met today are already soldiers of the government army, which is really good. ”

Mhammad's words are profound.

"They came from Saudi Arabia with me." "In order to make it easier to move around Afghanistan, I gave them the identity of Afghans, greedy officials," Osama said. As long as you have money, you can push your genealogy up to twenty generations to compile it completely, but they entered the government army after I fought with our guerrillas, and Dana's appearance made me know the importance of installing our own people. ”

The service battalion is Osama's own organization, and in later generations, this organization has been transformed into al-Qaeda, and now, since Mhammad has met Osama, it is natural that this organization should become a force of his own, and take care of this force, and do not follow the old path of the past.

"The service battalion plays a big role in Afghanistan." Seeing that Osama hadn't gotten to the point yet, Mahmad couldn't help but tap again.

"The service battalion, now there are more than two dozen people, scattered all over the place." Osama said: "The main thing is to provide assistance, our guerrillas, with the assistance of the Americans, is better than what I can get, so I don't provide anything for our guerrillas, but as long as you speak, I can contribute all my belongings at any time." ”

Osama said very seriously: "I have several companies, distributed in Saudi Arabia and Western countries, with total assets of more than 100 million US dollars, and if needed, I can draw out a few million dollars of liquidity, and there is no problem at all." I'm willing to sell all my companies and buy weapons for our guerrillas or something. ”

"Brother, that's your property." Mhammad patted Osama on the shoulder and said, "We guerrillas, can't we arm us with your property, it is enough to have captured on the battlefield and the aid of the Americans." ”

Muhammad said very easily, now, the service battalion is still in its infancy, there are more than two dozen people, there is no power for the time being, besides, as long as Osama follows him, the service battalion will be his own sooner or later, so why should he be too anxious?

Mhammad has completely let go of the matter.

The night wind blew, and the surroundings were quiet, and only the whirring wind could be heard.

………

"Fahim, your body has not fully recovered, you need to rest more." Mhammad said as he looked at Fahim, who came out.

More than ten days passed, and Fahim stayed in the cave for a few days, and finally he could not stay any longer, and when he came out of it, he did not see the sun for several days, and his face was a little pale.

"It's okay, I haven't touched the gun for a few days, and my heart is really ridiculous." Fahim said: "I am the one who has dragged us down, or there will definitely be a few more battles." ”

In the past ten days, great changes have taken place outside, and the government soldiers have searched the mountains twice in disguise, and then they have withdrawn, leaving only a small number of troops stationed in the Panjshir Valley, and the two Soviet troops pursuing the guerrillas in the provinces have also ended their search missions and returned to the Bagram base.

If it weren't for Fahim, Mhammad could have sent the Soviets out all the way and inflicted some casualties on them, and now, the dozen or so people in Mhammad can only stay here and guard Fahim.

This also made Fahim feel a little dragging down Mhammad and wanted to do his best to make his body better.

"Fahim, remember, we fight to save ourselves and destroy the enemy." "If we can't save ourselves, how can we destroy the enemy?" ”

This is the essence of guerrilla warfare, when the enemy is strong, you can't fight hard, you can flee when you should, and there is no shame at all.

Fahim listened thoughtfully, since he met Mhammad, Fahim has absolutely trusted and admired Mhammad from doubt, to belief, and then to now, even more than Massoud.

"His Excellency Massoud is coming back." "When the Soviets are gone, we can continue to ambush the Soviets' convoys here, and that's when the guerrillas show their skills," Mhammad said. ”

As he was talking, he saw a group of people walking along the winding and rugged mountain road of Tongguò, and the guerrillas who had stayed there to stand guard had already connected with each other.

It's back! Your team is back!

Fahim held his back, and despite the constant pain coming from there, he took a step and walked towards it.

Massoud walked with a tall man, and behind them, was an excited-looking Duranny.

The two guerrillas, sometimes separated, took the Soviets around the mountains, sometimes joined together to encircle and annihilate a small Soviet force that was close to them, and this battle was fought so hard that these days, Durrani commanded the guerrillas in Jalalabad, and felt exhilarating.

However, no matter how many battles your side wins, you can't compare to the instructor, who used anti-aircraft guns to kill the division commander of the Soviets! The news spread throughout Afghanistan, the names of the instructors, all the partisans knew about it.

It is precisely because of this that this mysterious man found his own guerrillas and came with him to meet the instructor.

When Mhammad appeared before them, all the people were excited.

"Thank you to Allah, Almighty, who guided our guerrillas to victory again." Mhammad's voice was heard clearly in everyone's ears: "We will win victory after victory until we drive the Soviets out of our land!" Long live the great Afghanistan! ”

"Hooray!" Everyone cheered along.

Mhammad looked at the strange man, who put his right hand on his chest, saluted Mhammad piously, and said: "Your Excellency Mhammad, hearing that you killed the division commander of the Soviets, our Islamic League of Mujahideen in Afghanistan is very satisfied, and specially sent me to express condolences to you, my name is Nikobuddin." ”

Islamic Union of Mujahideen in Afghanistan! As soon as he heard this name, Mhammad had a great headache, because all the armed forces in the north, all kinds of guerrillas, and in terms of affiliation, belonged to this alliance, and even the guerrilla group in Jalalabad, which he led, Khwaja, joined the Islamic Association of Afghanistan after being organized, and this association is also a branch of the Islamic League of Mujahideen in Afghanistan.

The headquarters of this organization was set up in Peshawar, and the assistance of the Americans began in Peshawar, so in order to obtain assistance, various guerrilla units have joined this organization one after another, but fortunately, this organization is a loose alliance, which will not interfere in their own specific affairs, but only provide help, such as the instructor of Mhammad, who was sent by the alliance after applying to Pakistan.

Mhammad was very uninterested in this organization, as if he was a sword hanging over his head, and the person in front of him, although he was saluting himself, had a sense of superiority in his words. (To be continued......)