The bulldozers stopped working, but the Soviets wouldn't stop, they replaced tanks, and with a bang, the turrets moved to the back, and with a bang, the houses in front were knocked down.

The smoke and dust filled the air, and the Afghan locals, who had been driven out of their homes in advance, watched their houses being torn down and could do nothing but quietly clench their fists.

The tanks acted in the most barbaric way, and the houses were very old anyway, and after they were torn down and crushed several times, they became ruins that could not be hidden.

In this way, the barrier was rapidly being established, and by the time it was dark, it had become an island two hundred meters away from the center of the hospital.

On the periphery of the isolated island, there were dense Soviet troops, two regiments, thousands of people, which surrounded the place, as well as regiments of government troops ...

"A congratulatory message was sent from Moscow." Belgrade said: "In today's battle, we will completely eliminate the rebellion in the north, and from then on our north will be very stable, which is very beneficial to our Soviet strategy." ”

Dorofeev had a smile on his face: "Yes, we have finally surrounded these rebels with great difficulty, and they will no longer be able to escape. ”

"Yes, these rebels have been disrupting the normal order of Jalalabad, which is a great headache for us, and this time we can kill them, it is all under the command of you, the division commander." Belgrade continued.

Actually, it has nothing to do with Dorofiev, this guy has only been transferred for a short time, and it can only be said that his luck is too good, and with such a great achievement, he will soon be promoted to army commander.

"Now, we're waiting for good news from Nikopuding." Dorofiev said.

Those who care for health care workers and patients. They won't give up until they have to.

"Report, photos taken by the reconnaissance plane." Just then, a secretary walked in and reported to Dorofiev.

These guerrillas turned out to be Stinger anti-aircraft missiles! Now they've completely determined that, so. No helicopters were sent to the field for the time being, but reconnaissance planes flew over from high altitudes and took some pictures with high-definition cameras.

Now, looking at that photo, it's the square in front of the hospital building, on the flagpole, there's something special, there's a person hanging there!

"After comparison, we confirmed that it was Mr. Nicopuding." The secretary said.

Image of a reconnaissance aircraft. It needs to be identified by a specialized person, as most photos are taken from above.

Niko Pudding! It was actually hung on the flagpole! Doesn't that mean that the guerrillas on the other side have refused to let the hostages go? Do they naively think that with those hostages, they will not dare to act? Do they naively think that if they take the indigenous people as hostages, they will not dare to attack? Killing them is the greatest victory. Even if the price paid is greater, Moscow will definitely not say anything. Only appreciate yourself!

"Order, tonight, launch a rescue operation, whether it succeeds or fails, before dawn tomorrow, launch an attack!"

At least I tried it myself. If he can't be saved, General Trevkov should be able to forgive himself, he has done his best.

"Yes." The chief of staff on the side said.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw an operational liaison officer running in: "Report, a group of people have been found." Crossing our barrier! ”

"Who?"

"There are a couple of our health care workers, and a group of indigenous people."

Have they already started to release people? Dorofeev was immediately very happy: "Let's go, let's go and take a look, and take those indigenous people, for the time being, take control of them!" ”

Dorofeev really hoped that among the people who were released this time, there would be Elena, that would be the most suitable, as for the others, forget it! Attack tonight! Dorofeev was already looking forward to the moment when the war would be sent back to Moscow.

When Dorofiev led the people to the outermost circle of the encirclement, he saw the indigenous Afghans who had been accused, as well as the medical staff.

The medical staff were frightened, and until now, their faces were still pale, and Dorofiev was very depressed to find that there was no Elena.

"What's going on?" Dorofeev personally asked a paramedic.

"That Mr. Nikopuding was hung on the flagpole, and that Mhammad beat Mr. Nikopuding half to death very viciously, and some of the rebels said they were going to skin Mr. Nikopuding." A paramedic who appeared to be slightly conscious said.

"I mean you! Why just a few of you and the others? Dorofiev said that he did not care whether Nikopuding lived or died, and that when Nikopuddin brought the guerrillas to Jalalabad, Nikopuding's value was gone.

"That Mhammad, let us pass the word, and he will release us in batches, and at the same time release the residents inside in batches." The paramedic said.

In batches? Looking at these people, if they are released in batches, how long will it have to be delayed? The other party must be stalling for time!

But what's the use of delaying time? There will be no more reinforcements from the other side, the entire guerrillas in northern Afghanistan are here, and even if they drag, they will have no value.

"Have you checked the residents?" Dorofeev asked one of the company commanders who was guarding the area.

"Checked, it's not like a guerrilla. Moreover, they all have their own identification. The company commander said.

Guerrillas, they have to use guns, and because of the shooting with guns, including non-stop training, a layer of calluses appear on the shoulders of the guide, and at the same time, the index finger of the right hand also appears crusty, with which it is easy to determine whether a person is an armed person or a civilian.

Even though the guerrillas began to let out the civilians, they had to be even more careful, in case the guerrillas fled disguised as civilians, the gains outweighed the losses.

"You, how did you get out?" Dorofeev asked a resident.

The resident was apparently very panicked: "I, I don't know, I heard the gunshots yesterday, I stayed at home, I didn't dare to come out, and this afternoon, I was pulled out of my house by several people with guns and told me to follow the flow of people." ”

"Who are those people?"

"It's not a government army, it's not your friendly army, it's like... Rebels in the mountains. The man said.

The guerrillas never admit that they are rebels, and in their eyes the government is a puppet regime.

"And where are you going?"

"There's nowhere to go, and there's a relative in Kabul." The resident said.

I asked a few, but I didn't ask what was famous, these people should be ordinary residents, and the guerrillas inside would not be so stupid, and the first time they were released, they were mixed with guerrillas. If these people have no experience with guns, they will not be guerrillas.

"Commander, do we need to keep an eye on these people?" The company commander asked.

"Let them go." Dorofiev lost interest, and to take care of these people, he had to give them at least one meal a day, and there was no need to provide them with free food.

Just as he was leaving, Dorofeev turned around and said: "Send someone to keep an eye on them and see where they go." ”

Chris's figure seemed so lonely and lonely in the dark night, and most of the people settled in the villages around Jalalabad, but Chris, on the road to Kabul, went to his relatives.

Before leaving, the Soviets also provided them with food, a can of military canned food, how could this can of grain be enough to eat along the way?

Chris didn't say much, he walked step by step, walking, it was already late at night.

Tired, Chris sat down on a rock, looking at the dark road behind him, with a characteristic smile on his lips.

A Soviet soldier, sitting behind a stone fifty meters away from Chris, looked at the blurred figure in the distance, and it seemed that he was going to sleep, so he simply rested for a while.

That stupid division commander gave such an unkind order to supervise these residents who came out!

How to supervise? They were all scattered, and the company commander sent out most of the people, and as a result, one person monitored one person.

He was the most unlucky, he followed the target of surveillance for so far, he was already exhausted, these Afghans, can really go!

There are mountains everywhere, and in addition to donkeys, they rely on two legs, and they have long been trained.

And this Soviet soldier is not a stalking material at all, he is a combat soldier, not a KGB agent.

Seeing that the target he was tracking began to sleep, he finally decided to relax and seize the time to rest.

In the second half of the night, the moon came up, and the surroundings gradually became quiet, and the Soviet soldiers lay down behind the stones, sleeping soundly.

Slowly, slowly, a footstep so light that it was almost inaudible came, a figure, in the light of the moonlight, slowly approaching him, step by step, step by step.

When he got closer, he lifted the thing in his hand high, it was a big rock!

"Boom!" The stone slammed into the Soviet soldier's chest, and he woke up with a jerk, his eyes wide to see the vicious Afghan civilian on the other side, who was the target of his tracking.

This man is no ordinary civilian! It must be the guerrillas! The soldier kept coughing in his mouth, with blood, it must have been a lobe wound, and he squirmed weakly, watching the other party snatch his saber, the shining light of the knife, illuminating his eyes.

Blood spurted out, and the Soviet soldier closed his eyes forever, and Aga crouched down, untied the Soviet soldier's equipment, put it on his body, took the AK-74 rifle, and quickly flashed into the nearby col.

Aga and Anna, who had been in the Jalalabad area all along, were surrounded together on the day of the guerrilla attack, which happened to be near the hospital.

Aga is a resident of Jalalabad, with a certificate from the government, and, for more than a year, Aga has been following Anna to develop intelligence agencies, and has not returned to the guerrillas, nor has he trained, and the calluses on his shoulders have long been gone. (To be continued......)