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Peshawar is the capital of Pakistan's western border province. It is also called "Blushabulu". It is located on the west bank of the Bala River, a tributary of the Kabul River in the northwest, and east of the Khyber Pass. It has a special geographical location here. Since ancient times, it has been a trade channel between Central and South Asia.

"Peshawar" means "City of Flowers", which is a beautiful city. Unfortunately, the city has lost its original appearance now.

After the Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan, countless Afghan refugees poured into Pakistan through the border. As the nearest city, Afghan refugees were everywhere in Peshawar. At this time, Pakistan opened its mind and accommodated all the refugees. At the same time, it also became the base camp to resist the Soviet invasion.

These refugees lost their homes and had deep hatred for the Soviet Union. If they selected some of them and trained them, they would become staunch soldiers. The Americans were very willing to do so. Now, the main task of the CIA is to be in Peshawar.

At the same time, there were also some Afghan politicians discussing how to counterattack and defeat the Soviets.

When Mhamad passed through the rugged mountain road and returned to Peshawar, it was already late at night. When Mhamad returned to the military headquarters in Peshawar, he only planned to sniff on the chair outside for a while before reporting after dawn.

However, when Mhamad arrived at the military headquarters, the Chief of Staff was already waiting for him. When Mhamad informed him of his identity at the post outside, the Chief of Staff had already woken up.

"Mhamad, welcome you back. My name is Musha Af, the new chief of staff." Musha Af said to Mhamad: "This time we sent twenty instructors, you are the last one to come back."

Mushaf Mhamad looked at the new chief of staff of the Peshawar Military Region and always felt familiar, but he couldn't remember it in detail.

"Some time ago, the Soviets suffered a heavy blow, and all the twelve female deer on the helicopter base were destroyed." Musha Af said: "Mhamad, you're doing it so beautifully."

No wonder he was so enthusiastic about himself. It turned out that he knew his military achievements! Mhamad said: "Your Excellency Chief of Staff, these are all the credits of the Afghan guerrillas. I just took them with me."

"Mhamad, you are the best among all the instructors." Musha Af said: "You have been promoted to a first-level warrant officer."

First-class warrant officer Mhamad couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. The Pakistani soldier he had traveled through time was just an ordinary soldier.

Before entering Afghanistan, he was only the rank of sergeant chief. Now, he was promoted to a first-class warrant officer, which is the rank of instructor.

"You will enter the Jerozai refugee camp where you can help train qualified fighters." Mushaav said: "This is the need of anti-Soviet invaders, and also of Afghanistan."

Will he go to Jero to kill refugee camp? From there, select soldiers and train guerrillas? No! When Mhamad heard Musha Af's words, he immediately denied the task in his heart.

"Report, I am not coming back to report this time, I am here to ask for my orders." Mhamad said: "The Afghan guerrillas need me, and I will continue to return to Afghanistan and fight side by side with the guerrillas there. When I come back this time, I am asking for support weapons."

Musha Af had already taken out the appointment letter from the table. When he heard Mhamad's words, he was stunned: "Mhamad's first-class warrant officer, do you want to return to Afghanistan again?"

Going to Afghanistan is very dangerous and you will face death at any time. This is the war in Afghanistan, and Pakistan is only forced. Moreover, Pakistan does not have a definite demand to fight across borders. In the army, although they hate the Soviets very much, they do not want to go to Afghanistan to fight. After all, fighting will mean sacrifice.

Mhamad in front of him is actually willing to take the initiative to go back to fight!

"His Chief of Staff, the training of the Afghan guerrillas is not sufficient, and their tactical level is not high. If I don't go back, I'm afraid they will be strangled by the Soviets. The soldiers trained in the refugee camps are far inferior to those local guerrillas who have already picked up weapons." Mhamad said: "I want to fight with them until the Soviet invaders are driven away!"

Musha Af was moved, he put down his appointment letter and said, "Mhamad, aren't you afraid of sacrifice?"

"Fear." Mhamad said: "The Soviets invaded Afghanistan in order to obtain a passage to go south and suppress our country at the same time. If the Soviets completely control Afghanistan, our country will never have peace. Now, helping Afghanistan is helping our country. As a soldier, I will never hesitate."

This soldier is not an ordinary soldier, and his political achievements are so profound that he can see through the interests at a glance. Moreover, he is very frank and no one is afraid of death. Such a soldier is very consistent with Musha Ahv's nature.

"Now, you are already a lieutenant." Musha Af said: "I will ask Islamabad to grant you the rank of lieutenant. Say, what weapons do you need?"

Faced with such a warrior, Musha Af admired him very much and promoted his military rank to a second lieutenant. This was also a comfort, after all, he would become a martyr at any time.

Mhamad was not very excited about this military rank. He had already put his career in Afghanistan. He looked at Musha Afghanistan firmly and said, "His Excellency Chief of Staff, I need Stinger portable air defense missiles and Tao anti-tank missiles."

Hearing Mhamad's words, Musha Af was obviously stunned: "What? Stinger air defense missiles?"

Musha Af had never heard of it, and Pakistani soldiers had never heard of it. At this time, the Stinger Air Defense Missile had just entered the US military.

In 1971, the US Army chose the "Red Eye II" as the future portable air defense missile. The model was FIM-92. In March 1972, the "Red Eye II" was named "Sthorn" and was the second-generation portable air defense missile in the United States. After several years of technical problems, it was not until 1976 that all technical problems were overcome. In 1978, General Motors obtained approval for production. Until this year, the first unit in the United States equipped with this type of air defense missile had combat capabilities.

In later history, the Afghan guerrillas only obtained a large number of such effective air defense missiles in 1986 to deal with Soviet armed helicopters. Most of the losses of female deer began at that time.

Now, facing the huge threat of the Soviet female deer, Mhamad couldn't wait to need such a weapon, and he couldn't wait.

Americans are now very generous to Afghanistan. In order to fight the Soviet Union, they provide free aid and give whatever they want. In later generations, when Americans entered Afghanistan, they found that the biggest threat they faced was the weapons that aided to Afghanistan back then. This was a naked irony.

"Yes, that is, Your Excellency Chief of Staff, with these weapons, the Afghan guerrillas can have a chance to breathe. The Soviet female deer has been hovering over our heads, and we are always at a disadvantage." Mhamad said.

"I will convey it to the United States," Musha Af said: "Mhamad, this matter may be approved by senior American officials, so I have to wait a few more days."

After leaving the military headquarters, Mhamad was still thinking. He had forgotten the history of the stinger. It was still early. Will the Americans give it? I'm afraid it's difficult. In this way, what should I get back? I'll be empty-handed and will continue to fight hard.

Americans must agree! Even if they write to the US president themselves! Mhamad made up his mind.

The fish belly was white in the east, and the sky was already bright, and people were surging everywhere on the streets of Peshawar.

Although there has been no formal statistics, at least 100,000 Afghan refugees entered Peshawar. Although they were placed in refugee camps, water and food alone were not enough.

So, when the sky just started, these refugees had already rushed to the streets, hoping to find a job. Looking at the men in rags, Mhamad felt a little hurt in his heart. The politicians started a war for their own interests, and the real victims were these ordinary civilians.

They watched Mhamad walk past, not like recruiting workers, but still looked at him with longing eyes.

Mhamad had no choice but to lower his head and dare not look at the eyes of these people. He hurriedly passed by. There were two blocks of the army's guesthouse, where he lived temporarily.

The blue suspender, a white cloak on the outside, a pair of tight and thin jeans underneath, wearing high heels, and a completely Western outfit. The upper body, under the long hair, deep eyes, and a high nose bridge, was completely the face of a Central Asian girl, this is an authentic local.

She was carrying a handbag and as she walked, the handbag was shaking back and forth. She walked a little anxiously and wanted to rush to the bus stop on the street to take the morning bus.

Walking past a group of Afghans, an Afghan man stood up and followed slowly.

The girl didn't notice it. She was still running and the bus was about to arrive.

Her pace was faster, and her high heels shook the ground, making a whisper.

Suddenly, her hand loosened and her handbag flew out of her hand. When she saw an Afghan man snatched her bag and was running.

"Come here, someone is grabbing the bag!" The girl shouted loudly. She was very anxious and chased forward. Without running two steps, her feet tilted and her ankle twisted.
Chapter completed!