The bulldozers stopped working, but the Soviets would not stop. They replaced them with tanks and started rumbling. The turret turned back and pushed down the house in front with a bang.

The smoke and dust filled the Afghan locals who were driven out of their home in advance were powerless to watch their house being pushed down, but they just clenched their fists quietly.

The tanks took the most brutal behavior. Anyway, these houses were very old. After being pushed down, they were crushed several times and became ruins that could not be hidden.

In this way, the isolation belt was quickly established. When it was dark, it had become an isolated island outside the 200-meter range centered on the hospital.

On the outside of the isolated island are densely packed with Soviet troops, two regiments and thousands of people, surrounding the place, and the government forces...

"Moscow sent a congratulatory message," said Bergrad: "In this battle today, 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."

Dorofiev had a smile on his face: "Yes, we went through a lot of hardships and finally surrounded these rebels, and they would never escape again."

"Yes, these rebels have been disrupting the normal order of Jalalabad, which has caused us a lot of headaches. This time we can kill them, it is all the commander of the division commander, you are determined." Belgrad continued.

In fact, it has nothing to do with Dorofiev. This guy has been transferred for a while. I can only say that he is very lucky. With such great achievements, he will be promoted to commander soon.

"Now, we are waiting for good news for Niko Pudding," said Dorofiev.

Those medical staff and patients will not give up until they have no choice.

"Report, investigate the photos taken by the plane." At this moment, a secretary walked in and reported to Dorofiev.

These guerrillas actually had poisonous stinger air defense missiles! Now they have completely confirmed this, so they did not send helicopters to the field temporarily, but just used reconnaissance aircraft to fly over from high altitudes and took some pictures with high-definition cameras.

Now, looking at the photo, it was the square in front of the hospital building, with a special flagpole, and there was a person hanging there!

"After comparing, we confirmed it was Mr. Nicot Pudding." said the secretary.

Images of reconnaissance aircraft need to be identified by a special person, because most of the photos are taken from directly above.

Nico Pudding! He was actually hung on the flagpole! Doesn’t that mean that the guerrillas on the opposite side have refused to let the hostages be released? Do they naively think that if there are those hostages, they dare not act? Do they naively think that if they treat the indigenous people as hostages, they dare not attack? Killing them is the greatest victory. Even if the price is higher, Moscow will never say anything. They will only praise themselves!

"Order, tonight, launch a rescue operation, regardless of success or failure, and launch an attack before dawn tomorrow!"

At least he tried. If he couldn't save him, General Trekov should be able to forgive himself, and he had already tried his best.

"Yes." said the chief of staff next to him.

Just as I was about to leave, a combat liaison officer ran in: "Reported, I found a group of people passing through our isolation belt!"

"Who?"

“There are several of our healthcare workers and a group of indigenous people.”

They have already started to release people? Dorofiev was very happy: "Let's go and see, and control the indigenous people for the time being!"

Dorofiev really hopes that among the people who were released this time, Ilena, that is the most suitable one. As for the others, forget it! Start an attack tonight! Dorofiev is already looking forward to the moment when he returns to Moscow to report the battle.

When Dorofiev brought his men to the outermost circle of the encirclement, he saw the controlled indigenous Afghan residents and the medical staff.

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

"What's going on?" Dorofiev asked a medical staff member in person.

"The Mr. Nikopudding was hung on the flagpole, and the Mhamad beat Mr. Nikopudding half to death very fiercely. Some rebels said that they wanted to peel Mr. Nikopudding." said a medical staff member who looked a little sober.

"I mean you! Why are you just a few, others?" Dorofiev said. He didn't care about Niko Pudding's life or death. When Niko Pudding brought the guerrillas to Jalalabad, the value of Niko Pudding was gone.

"That Mhamad, let us pass the message. He will release us in batches and release the residents inside in batches." said the medical staff.

In batches? Looking at these people, if they are put in batches, how long will it take? The other party must be delaying the time!

But what's the use of delaying time? The other side will no longer have reinforcements. The entire guerrillas in northern Afghanistan are here. Even if they drag them, they have no value.

"Have you checked the residents?" Dorofiev asked a company commander who was guarding here.

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

Guerrillas have to use guns, and shooting with guns, including constant training, will cause calluses to appear on the shoulders. At the same time, hard skin will appear on the index finger of the right hand. With these, you can easily judge whether a person is an armed person or a civilian.

Although the guerrillas began to let the civilians out, they had to pay more attention. If these guerrillas dressed up as civilians and fled, it would be more of a loss.

"How did you come out?" Dorofiev asked a resident.

The resident was obviously very panicked: "I, I don't know, I heard gunshots yesterday, and I stayed at home and didn't dare to come out. This afternoon, I was pulled out of my house by a few people with guns and asked me to follow the abortion."

"Who are those people?"

"It's not a government army, nor is it your friendly army, like a rebel in the mountains." The man said.

The guerrillas never admit that they are insurgents. In their eyes, the government is a pseudo-government.

"Then where are you going?"

"There is no place to go, and there is a relative in Kabul," the resident said.

After asking a few questions, I didn't find any name. These people should be ordinary residents. The guerrillas inside were not so stupid. The first time they were released, they were mixed with guerrillas. These people did not have any experience of holding guns, and they wouldn't be guerrillas.

"Teacher Commander, do we need to take care of these people?" asked the company commander.

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

Just as he was about to leave, Dorofiev turned around and said, "Send someone to stare at them and see where they go."

Chris' figure seemed so lonely in the dark night that most people settled in the villages around Jalalabad, while Chris set out on the road to Kabul and he went to join his relatives.

Before leaving, the Soviets also provided them with food, a can of military canned food, and how can this can of food be eaten along the way?

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

Very tired, Chris sat on a rock, looking at the dark road behind him, with a unique smile on his lips.

A Soviet soldier sat behind a stone fifty meters away from Chris and looked at the blurry figure in the distance. It seemed that he was going to sleep. So he could just rest for a while.

The foolish teacher issued such an inhuman order to supervise these residents!

How to supervise? They are all scattered, and the company commander sent out most of the people, but in the end, one person monitored one person.

He was the most unlucky. He had been exhausted after following the target of surveillance so far. These Afghans could really leave!

There are mountains everywhere. They have already practiced it with their legs when traveling.

And this Soviet soldier was not a stalker at all. He was a combat soldier, not a KGB agent.

Seeing that the target of tracking began to sleep, he finally decided to relax and hurry up and take the time to rest.

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

Slowly, slowly, a almost inaudible sound of footsteps came, and a figure slowly approached him under the moonlight, one step after another.

When he got closer, he raised the things in his hand high, and it was a big stone!

"Boom!" The stone hit the Soviet soldier's chest heavily. He woke up suddenly, opened his eyes wide, and saw only the vicious Afghan civilian opposite, who was the target he was following.

This man is not an ordinary civilian! He must be a guerrilla! The soldier kept coughing in his mouth, carrying blood, and must be injured in the lungs. He wriggled weakly, watching the other party snatch his saber, and the shining sword light illuminated his eyes.

Blood spurted out, and the Soviet soldier closed his eyes forever. Aga squatted down, untied the Soviet soldier's equipment, and put it on his body. He took the ak-74 rifle and quickly flashed into the valley beside him.

Aga and Anna have been in the Jalalabad area all the time. On the day the guerrillas attacked, Aga happened to be surrounded by both near the hospital.
Chapter completed!