His thin face was swollen and tall. He was punched heavily during the interrogation. His body was pretty good. He saw no blood or scars. He sat on the hay covered on the ground and looked at Mhamad with a pair of divine eyes.

"Brother, how did you come in?" Seeing that Mhamad was still bleeding on his arm, he was obviously shot. His attitude towards Mhamad suddenly became very good. The two must be people with common beliefs.

"With rockets, a bar was blown up and more than a hundred Soviets were killed." Mhamad said lightly.

More than one hundred! The man almost stood up immediately, but as soon as he moved, he uttered and sat down again.

His hands and feet were locked together with iron chains and could not move even if he wanted to.

"Brother, I admire you!" said the man on the ground, "You are a great hero!"

Mhamad sat next to him and asked, "How did you come in?"

"I founded a service camp," said the person on the ground. "I recruited Arab volunteers to help Afghan refugees and Afghan guerrillas. Jalalabad has been blocked in the past two days. I was unfortunately arrested while passing the checkpoint."

Service camp! Mhamad instantly remembered the name of the person who resounded all over the world in his later generations, and couldn't help but ask: "Osama-Ben**?"

Osama was born into a wealthy business family in Saudi Arabia. Originally, his life could be like other rich second generations, attending a university, inheriting a company, marrying more than a dozen wives, and enjoying everything that wealth brings.

Osama's original life trajectory did not follow this routine and was disrupted by the war of the Soviet Union invading Afghanistan. The young and energetic Osama gave up his studies and came from the peaceful Saudi Arabia to the war-torn Afghanistan.

In the early days, Osama did not directly participate in the battle with the Soviets. He was more like an International Red Cross, helping Afghan refugees and sometimes, he would also assist Afghan guerrillas.

In this way, Osama was on the Soviet blacklist and was accidentally arrested during this operation.

In the past two days, Jalalabad has raised his vigilance because of the arrival of the two test pilots. In order to protect their safety, roadblocks and inspections are very strict.

As a result, the two test pilots were still dead, so dead that they could not even find their bodies. Only broken limbs and broken arms were left in the ruins.

When Osama heard Mhamad call out his name, he was even more surprised, "How do you know my name?"

"I am the commander of a guerrilla team in the mountains in the northern part of Jalala." Mhamad said: "I have heard of you. You have helped many Afghan refugees and paid for a batch of weapons by yourself to give them to the guerrilla team."

A guerrilla team in the north? Osama couldn't help but ask: "Do you know Mhamad-Kamaran? He led the guerrillas to attack the air base in Jalalabad and blew up more than a dozen female deer. This time I came to Jalalabad, I really wanted to meet him."

Mhamad touched his nose: "I am Mhamad, I didn't expect me to be so famous."

Osama looked at Mhamad's hand in surprise: "You came in with handcuffs just now."

There was an extra paper pin in Mhamad's hand, which came from the side when the interrogation was just out. Now, he straightened the paper pin and untied the handcuffs while talking to Osama.

"Speak softly," said Mhamad.

Osama looked in surprise as Mhamad continued to poke the shackles underneath with a paper pin. After stabbing for more than a dozen times, the shackles opened with a loud bang.

"Come on, it's your turn," said Mhamad.

This Osama felt even more uncomfortable. His handcuffs and shackles were wrapped together, so he could only keep this position and his whole body was already sore and soft.

Mhamad poked the paper clip a few times and then poked the handcuffs away. Osama breathed a sigh of relief and moved his wrist.

Then, Mhamad continued to stab him in the shackles, and after a while, Osama finally gained freedom.

There was a sound of walking outside the door. A prison guard looked through the iron door window, and saw that both of them were leaning against the wall and left again.

Everyone has a mistake. Now, Mhamad is unfortunately arrested. He knows that he only has this chance.

Relying on those secrets, he temporarily intimidated the Soviets. After the Soviets confirmed the information, they would definitely interrogate themselves again. Moreover, he killed so many Soviets and wanted to go out alive, which was a delusion. Even if he told all the secrets, it would still be the result of shooting.

Now is the only chance to escape jailbreak!

Mhamad looked at the prison again. This was the original Jalalabad prison. The walls were made of bricks and were not very strong. If you give yourself enough time, you could dig a hole in the wall, but now, there is not enough time.

There is an iron door in front, leaving only a small mouthful of food for delivery. Unless the prison guard is deceived and the door is opened for himself, he will not be able to go out at all.

Apart from these, there is only the wall behind. At the top of the wall, there is an iron window made of steel bars inserted into bricks, which is the size of a vent. The prison is not airtight, and prisoners are often suffocated to death in the prison. Later, after the prison here was renovated, there were vents added.

It seems that I can only find a way from this vent. Mhamad took the shackles and wrapped the iron chains of the shackles onto the steel bars next to the vent. The thick steel bars could not be broken at all.

After the iron chain was wrapped around, Mhamad stuffed the handcuffs between the iron chains and began to use the handcuffs as levers, squeezing the iron chains vigorously. The iron chains were gradually twisted, and the two steel bars made a gentle sound and gradually bent.

Handcuffs are not easy to use. If there is a crowbar, it is the most suitable. Mhamad's hand hurts, which is his only chance to escape, and he cannot give up.

When the iron chain is twisted, two steel bars will be pulled, and the distance between the steel bars will gradually decrease and bend. Then, a steel bar will start to loosen slowly, then loosen again, and finally, it was pulled out of the crack of the bricks!

Mhamad held the steel bar, and a hole had appeared in the window of the cell. He did the same thing and removed three steel bars. Although the hole was small, it was enough for one person to climb out.

"Osama, hurry up, go out first." Mhamad said to Osama.

"You go first!" At this time, Osama was very righteous.

"Okay." Mhamad did not refuse. At this time, it was even more dangerous to go out first. After all, there were Soviet people everywhere outside.

Mhamad's head got out first. Unless it was a fat man, as long as the head went out, his body would definitely be able to go out with him.

Mhamad flapped the hole twice and slowly turned it out from inside. This was the second floor. He reached out to reach the pipes in the sewer and slowly climbed down.

It was dusk at this time, and it was half an hour before darkness.

As Mhamad came out, Osama also crawled out. When he saw that there were still several meters between them, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Mhamad's legs fell to the ground, looked up at Osama above, waved to him constantly, and instructed him to get down immediately.

Osama, on the other hand, made the same move, constantly waving to Mhamad.

What's going on? Mhamad looked back and saw two Soviet soldiers suddenly appearing in the corner of the wall.

The AK-74 was slung behind the body, and the two of them were very alert. They came to the corner of the wall lazily and followed, they had to unbutton their pants.

The prison has only one toilet, which is very far away, so the soldiers guarding the prison almost agreed to run to the back of the prison to be vain.

In addition to emptiness, there are also some yellow and white things that many people even solve for large numbers here.

The two of them unbuttoned their pants and were about to take out what was under their crotch when suddenly, a Soviet soldier raised his head and saw Mhamad, who had nowhere to hide.

Suddenly, he was shocked: "What are you doing?"

I loosened my pants with both hands and wanted to take out the gun from behind. Just as my hands were loosened, my pants fell down, and a cool breeze blew, making a chill under my crotch.

Mhamad had no idea. At this time, he had to fight!

Mhamad was holding a steel bar in his hand, which was taken out when he just opened the prison window. Now, Mhamad was holding the steel bar and stabbed it straight through.

The steel bars inserted into the chest of the Soviet soldier who was lifting his pants again with a sharp whistling. He screamed and leaned his head back and fell to the back.

Mhamad pulled out the bayonet from the guy's belt.

Another Soviet soldier, when Mhamad took action to kill his companions, had already lifted his pants, took a step back, and quickly unplugged the gun from behind. Just as he was about to pull the bolt, a special thing flew over.

Disgusting! Defecation! The Soviet soldier subconsciously raised his head back, but still did not hide. Slap, something with a special smell made him look covered in his face, and his eyes couldn't open.

Mhamad took this opportunity to swing the bayonet, which cut the guy's trachea horizontally and then cut the major neck artery on the side.

Blood splattered on Mhamad's body. Mhamad put away his knife. The moment the other party let go and covered his neck, Mhamad pulled the AK-74 rifle over.

"Quick!" Mhamad inserted the bayonet around his waist, held a gun in one hand, and quickly untied the bullet bag of the Soviet soldiers with the other hand, and carried it on his back, shouting to Osama behind him.

Just now, Osama also worked very hard and jumped down from the second floor and picked up something on the ground. He thought it was half a brick, but he didn't know that it was a feces that had not been completely air-dried. Throwing this thing over has a better effect.

Osama rushed over, bent down, and snatched the AK-74 rifle from another Soviet soldier who had been stuck in steel. At this time, the Soviet soldier was still conscious, trembling all over and coughing out of his mouth.

After carrying the bullet bag, Osama's eyes were full of fighting spirit. Osama was very satisfied if he could fight with Mhamad.
Chapter completed!