"Let me do it"

While Wei Ran was preparing medicine and a scalpel, Hakim spoke. At the same time, he also took away the submachine pistol with a silencer that he had lent to Habibullah.

"Killing one's partner is very painful"

Wei Ran reminded, "Even if you are helping her, you will live with guilt for the rest of your life."

"I am a guerrilla"

As Hakim said, he had already unloaded the magazine and checked the bullet inside, then pulled the slide to load another bullet, and let the bullet in the chamber fall into the sand and gravel on the ground, "

The meaning of my existence is to protect my compatriots from dying at the gunpoint of the invaders."

At this point, Hakim, with red eyes, turned to look at Wei Ran, "Even if our enemies are helping her end her pain."

Wei Ran sighed silently and put back the scalpel he had just taken out, "At least let me give her an injection of anesthesia so that she can walk more comfortably."

After a moment of silence, Hakim took a deep breath and said, "Thank you."

"It's my pleasure"

With that said, Wei Ran walked to Malalai's side again, squatted down, inserted the needle into the blood vessel of Malalai's neck, and pushed in a syringe full of anesthetic.

"May the Lord bless her"

Mahbubu sighed, limped to the edge of the felt curtain with a wooden stick, spread out a blanket, rinsed his hands briefly with water, and finally started to soothe his heart or numb himself in the morning.

present.

At the same time, Hakim also picked up Malale and walked out of the cave alone.

Not long after, everyone who was still in the cave heard a gunshot that was suppressed by a silencer.

Along with the sound of the gunshot, which was instantly blown away by the cold wind, two strings of tears fell down the dirty face of Qiao Ya who followed.

But soon, the little girl firmly stopped her tears and stepped outside the cave.

"Qiaoya, what are you going to do?" Habibullah asked subconsciously.

"I'm going to bury my teacher, Ms. Malale," Joya replied without looking back.

"Look at the good things you've done"

Habibullah muttered something in Russian and then walked out of the cave.

For a moment, the only people left in the cave were Mahbubu, who was holding his hands and chanting sutras, and the little warrior Multaza, who subconsciously picked up Bobosha and stared at Weiran and Kirill warily.

"Where are our companions?"

Kirill tentatively asked in Farsi, "Is he... still alive?"

But Multaza did not answer his question, but instead raised the Bobosha in his hand more steadily.

In a slightly long and in a sense too quiet wait, Mahboub completed the morning prayer. A moment later, Habibullah, Hakim, and Joya with tears on their faces came in one after another.

Behind him, there was another donkey led by Hakim, and Ruslan, who had woken up, was tied to it.

"Great, you two are still alive." Ruslan was visibly relieved after seeing Wei Ran and Hakim.

However, the words he said seemed a bit out of place, so as expected, before he could shut up, Hakeem used the handle of the submachine gun to hit his ribs with neither light nor heavy force.

one time.

"Children, let's have something to eat."

Mahbub spoke, calling his grandson Multaza to help, and gave each of Hakim, Joya and Habibullah an enamel jar with mutton soup, and then asked him to give

Soraya and Ayana in the curtain sent two glasses in.

"Let's share some food with the three of them."

Mahbub said, "Then get some goat's milk for the two children."

"They don't deserve to eat," Hakim said coldly.

"But they bandaged the wounds of my child Habibullah, performed a delivery operation on my daughter Ayana, and successfully gave birth to two boys."

Mahbub said, "They also treated Malalai and me, even though Malalai did not survive."

"Can..."

"Hakim, good boy, don't be blinded by hatred," Mahboob said, "just some food."

Opening his mouth weakly, Hakim finally stopped saying anything and allowed Multaza to bring a bowl of broth to each of Wei Ran and the three of them, and gave them a piece of dry naan bread.

"Let's fill our stomachs first," Mahbub said.

"How are you doing?"

After Kirill took the food from Multaza, he lowered his voice and asked Ruslan, who was thrown beside them and unbound.

"It's like drinking vodka all night," Ruslan replied weakly, "I only remember that you and Victor were preparing to bandage my wound, and when I woke up, it was already on the donkey's body."

"It's a concussion." Kirill sighed, "We were captured."

"You three are not allowed to communicate."

Hakim warned, "Or I'll tie you up again."

The three of them looked at each other helplessly and could only eat the food assigned to them quietly.

"Tell me about the current situation"

Ruslan wrote such a sentence in Russian on the sand with his finger, and then immediately erased his own words.

'They need our medical help'

Kirill also wrote a line of text and smeared it clean with his hands. Then, he took off the Wrigley watch on his wrist and put it on Ruslan's wrist, and showed off his own

That tiny camera.

Seeing this, Wei Ran did not participate in the text chat between the two of them, but just finished his share of food as quickly as possible - lest Hakeem change his mind.

After figuring out the current situation through text communication, Ruslan couldn't help but glance in the direction of the felt curtain. He didn't expect that during his coma, Kirill and Weiran not only helped bandage the guerrillas.

The wound was removed, and a childbirth operation seemed to be successful.

"We have to find a way to escape"

Ruslan re-wrote a paragraph and smoothed the ground again.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Wait until you recover from your injuries before you consider this matter."

Kirill then wrote a text in response, "Before this, have a good relationship with them and don't have any conflicts."

Almost as he was erasing this text, Mahbub in the distance also spoke in the language Wei Ran learned in the first act, "It's time for us to discuss how to survive this winter."

Apparently, although Kirill knew Farsi, he could not understand the language.

"They were communicating in Pashto, which I couldn't understand," Kirill wrote with his finger.

He couldn't understand it, but Wei Ran could, so his attention shifted from the Russian words on the sand to the guerrillas surrounding the bonfire in the distance.

"Teacher Abdul is dead. Everyone is dead. Only Qiaoya and I survived." Hakim was the first to speak, "Dad Mahbubu, what are your plans?"

"Muhammad and the others were also bombed by Soviet aerial bombs."

Mahbub said, "The only survivors are Ayana, Soraya, and the two children who were just born last night. The other three are me, Habibullah, and Multaza."

"And our weapons are gone"

Habibullah said, "We shot down two helicopters and destroyed many cars, but our anti-aircraft missiles are gone, Hakim's recoilless guns are gone, and even the anti-aircraft missiles sent over are gone.

The machine guns were also blown up."

"Now there are only a few of us left, and we can't do anything."

Hakim said and looked at the three Weiran people, "The three of them are our only remaining bargaining chips."

"Perhaps we should leave here," Mahbub said. "The Soviets will discover this place sooner or later."

"We can't leave for now"

Habibullah said, "We only have a few goats and three or four donkeys. Where can we go even if we leave? Your foot is injured, and one of our captives is also injured. Ayana has just undergone surgery.

We even have two newborn children.”

"Where can we go?" Hakim murmured in the same despair.

"That's what we're talking about"

Mahboub hesitated for a moment, "Maybe we can go to Kandahar."

"To Kandahar?"

"At least the children can be sent away from there," Mahbub said.

"Send it to where? Bastard?" Hakim asked after a moment of silence, "Then what?"

"Let the children go"

Mahbub said, "There must be guerrillas around here. We just need to wait patiently..."

"I'm not leaving here to go to Kandahar"
To be continued...