Durrani pulled out the sharp saber from his side, which had been captured from the Soviets' tankers last time, and after pulling it out, it also revealed a cold light, as if he had seen human blood.

"Pounce!" With the sound, the can was cut open by Durranney with a saber, and then, with a flick of his wrist, the lid of the can was opened.

The smell was very good, and Durranny brought the can to his eyes, and by the starlight, he picked it up with a saber and took a bite of it.

Who knows, as soon as his eyes saw it, his hand shook, and he almost dropped all the cans on the ground.

Is this a can? How does it look like that legendary Pandora's box? Durranny looked at the big fish's head, and the fish's mouth was full of sharp teeth, can you eat this thing?

Looking at it again, some of other people's canned food is a fish body, which is delicious to chew, while some people, like him, are a fish head.

"Eat, don't look at the hateful Soviet devils, but this can of Soviets is still good." Just then, a voice came to my ear.

Durrani didn't need to look up, he knew that it was Mhammad, although he was very hungry, but this fish head, especially the teeth, still made him a little jealous, if he really wanted to bite, would the fish head suddenly bite him?

Looking at Duranny's appearance, Mhammad handed him his can, which contained two pieces of fatty fish, took Duranni's can, picked it up with a saber, and put it in his mouth.

A smell with a smell of smell and a little sweetness entered the mouth, and in later generations, although it was also canned for military use, it did not have the taste of the present.

Muhammad chewed hard, most of the bones of the fish head can be chewed, eating this bone is better than eating meat, and can replenish more calcium.

When the Soviets made canned food, they also made it their wild way, they chopped the huge herring, all the whiskers and tails, chopped it up, added a bunch of ingredients, cooked it, and stuffed it into the can, although the method was simple, the soldiers still liked to eat it.

Seeing that Mhammad was eating with relish, Durrani was hungry, and he picked up the fish with a bayonet and ate it.

Mhammad put down the can, and at this time, even the juice in it had been drunk by Mhammad, and at this moment, he heard a sound of footsteps in the distance.

Mhammad's eyes looked at the way from the mountain village, and at this time, from there, two people came.

Although Mhammad knew that it should be a friend, he still put his hand on the AKM he was carrying on his back, and he could draw it out and shoot at any time.

"Instructor, where is the instructor?" A voice on the other side asked.

Hearing this, Mhammad put his hand down, and this voice was sent out by Agha.

"I'm here." Mhammad said as he strode over.

At this time, Hewaja on the other side also walked up.

"Instructor, this is the elder of our Goster village, Massoud, elder, this is the instructor of this guerrilla unit, he is from a friendly neighboring country." Aga said.

"Elder Massoud, it's a pleasure to see you." Mhammad said.

Not every elder is very old and has a gray beard, and this Massoud looks to be in his forties, with a thick black beard and good spirits. He was wrapped in a towel that is common to people here and wore a robe.

"Dear friend, welcome to Goster. At this time, all of us Afghans are our most sincere friends of Afghanistan, and on behalf of Goster Village, I would like to thank our Afghan friends for stretching out their great hands at this time. Massoud said, put his hand on his chest, and bowed deeply, this etiquette is already quite high.

Suddenly, Mhammad felt a pang in his heart, it was just an ordinary meeting, did it take so grand?

"Elder Massoud, we all have the same faith, and we will never stand idly by and watch our brothers being invaded in a rude and barbaric way, not only us in Pakistan, but now, the whole world is on the side of our Afghan brothers, and I, Mhammad, promise here, that if we do not drive out the Soviet devils, I, Mhamad, will never leave Afghanistan and leave these brothers of mine." Mhammad said it solemnly.

Massoud raised his head and looked at Massoud, this person's gaze was so profound, and what he said just now was so sincere, at this time, Massoud really had an impulse to pick up the gun and follow the Pakistani brother in front of him to fight the Soviet devils together!

"Thank you, Brother Mhammad, I believe that we will definitely drive out the Soviet devils." "Today, it is the honor of our village of Goster to be able to carry ammunition for our guerrillas, and I have sent people to go door to door to deliver the news, and soon, someone will come to help our guerrillas carry ammunition, and I have also informed several neighboring villages that within an hour they will be there, and tonight we will help the guerrillas to move all the ammunition into the mountains," Massoud said. ”

Before he came, Massoud had already communicated with Guò Aga and Hadim, and knew that this time it was the guerrillas who drove the truck outside the village, and it was impossible to get inside, so they had to help the guerrillas transport the contents of the truck to the base in the mountains, so Massoud sent someone to inform him and came out to take a look.

Massoud is an elder, but not only the elder of Goster Village, the elder is a respected person in the tribe, who is elected by everyone.

Several nearby villages, as well as the village of Goster, belong to a single tribe.

And if you want to transport everything in the truck, there are only people from their village, and there are not enough people, after all, the ammunition box is very heavy, and it is also very laborious to carry a box and walk dozens of miles of mountain roads by one person.

So, Massoud was found.

"Thank you, Elder Massoud." Mhammad said that this time, with so many people found, the original goods of this truck, plus the stolen from the outpost, can be easily moved back.

Massoud smiled, the young man in front of him was very angry with him.

As he spoke, there was a noisy sound behind him, and a large group of prime men, led by Hadim, had come to the outside of the village.

"Hadim, you guys are amazing! Even the Soviets were able to get their trucks! Beside Hadim, a young man about his age said.

The young man and Hadim had been childhood playmates, and when they heard that they were going to carry things, they immediately followed. Now, seeing that Hadim's guerrillas got this truck, he is so envious that he has only ridden in a donkey cart since he was a child, and has never ridden in this mighty truck at all.

"What is this truck, a few days ago, we also destroyed the Soviets' tank! It's a pity that the tank is broken, otherwise, I'll show you a look. Hadim teased in front of his playmates.

"Captain Hevaja, you organize these villagers to carry the things on the cart." Mhammad said.

"Okay." Without hesitation, Mhammad immediately agreed, and then asked: "What about you?" ”

"When the things in the car are finished, I need to drive it to a hidden place and hide it first." Mhammad said.

If the truck is left outside the village, then, soon, the Soviets will find it, and when the time comes, the whole village will be dragged down, and this kind of thing that affects civilians will not be done by Mhammad, he must think carefully.

And among these people, it seems that he is the only one who can drive a truck, so although Mhammad wants to go back to the base to rest and rest and fight a battle, no, it should be three battles in a row, although Mhammad is still very energetic, he also knows that he needs to rest. However, he still had to drive the truck away from the village and hide it.

In fact, Hewaja asked Mhammad, which was exactly what he meant, and when he heard Mhammad say this, he was relieved: "Okay, then please be careful with the instructor, and leave two team members to follow you." ”

With Hewaja in command of the carrying, Mhammad was also at ease.

Elder Massoud smiled as he watched the villagers begin to move things from the truck, but after turning around, he couldn't help but have a stiff expression on his face.

"What about Saha? Why didn't he come? Massoud asked.

Massoud knew everyone in the village, and this time he helped the guerrillas carry weapons, which was what the villagers should do. Saha is usually very positive, why didn't he come now?

"Elder, Saha is sick." A villager said.

Sick? No wonder. Massoud relieved his heart and said: "Saha is usually as strong as a cow, but I didn't expect that he would be sick, and if I saw him yesterday, I have to go and see him tomorrow." ”

Massoud was originally talking to himself, but when he heard it in Mhammad's ears, Mahmad's heart sank.

This villager named Saha didn't come to help them carry weapons and equipment, and it didn't matter to Mhammad, but this villager was so strong that he was actually sick now, and Massoud also said that this Saha was still good yesterday, but now, he is sick.

This disease is a little strange, no, I have to go and see it! At this time, Mhammad relied entirely on his own intuition.

"Elder Massoud, it will take half an hour to finish this carrying weapon, and I will accompany you to the village to see this Sakha brother." Mhammad said.

Hearing Mhammad say this, Massoud was a little strange: "It's so dark now, if Sakha is sick, it's time to rest, Brother Mhammad, I'm afraid it's a little inconvenient." ”

"Elder Massoud, when I was in Pakistan, I learned some medical skills, you know, there are some diseases, you can't delay, I'll go and see, if this Saha brother is seriously ill, I have to send him outside for treatment." Mhammad said: "Let's go, it's important to save people." ”