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Let’s answer the question in the book review area. The author is an atheist. This book is just a pure war article, a great power rise article, and has nothing to do with the sect.

When the arm shot by the bullet began to ulcerate, the inflammation began. Mhamad had a fever all the time when he was in Jalalabad, but he was just fighting on his own. He knew that he could not fall down. If he fell down, Osama would not be able to go out alive and his career would come to an end.

After persevering until now, Mhamad finally couldn't hold on anymore. He fell off his horse's back, his whole body was hot, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

He just felt his body being held back on the horse, and there was a regular bump, and then he didn't know anything.

Later, I don’t know how long I was in a coma, Mhamad felt that his forehead was constantly being replaced with a cold towel, and the millet porridge was being fed to his mouth. Like a clear spring, the millet porridge flowed into his stomach and felt very comfortable.

Every time I feed it, I will have a tissue and wipe the excess porridge flowing out of the corners of my mouth. I am so careful that I must be a woman.

Slowly, Mhamad opened his eyes and appeared in a daze. A blond and blue-eyed foreign girl with big eyes, long eyelashes, long hair hanging down like a waterfall. She was wearing a suspender shirt. The two meat balls inside were very plump, delicate skin and good figure. She was a sexy and cute girl. At this time, she was feeding Mhamad, her eyes full of concern.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" asked Mhamad.

Seeing Mhamad open her eyes, the girl was happy, with a glimmer of joy in her eyes. When she heard Mhamad’s question, the girl immediately replied: “My name is Lilis, I am a Red Cross volunteer and a doctor. I have undergone surgery on your wound and I have given you another three days of fluid. Your fever has subsided. Today is the seventh day of your coma.”

Red Cross volunteer Mhamad looked at Lilith again with a look. This is a Western girl, her whole body is full of youthful atmosphere, full of energy and attractive charm. Unlike the indigenous Afghan women, she is glamorous and beautiful, and she is youthful and charming.

"Are you from the United States?" asked Mhamad, "How did you come to Afghanistan to volunteer?"

"The purpose of the Red Cross is to provide humanitarian protection and assistance to victims of war and armed violence. Now, there is constant war in Afghanistan, and humanitarian assistance is the most needed here, so I came here," Lilith said.

"But I am an Afghan guerrilla." Mhamad said: "If you do this, it will cause trouble."

The Red Cross has its own principles, such as doing its own humanitarian assistance in the war zone, but never interferes with the battle between the two sides of the war, which is also the reason why both sides of the war can tolerate the existence of the Cross.

Of course, this is just on the surface. The Red Cross people are also thoughtful and flesh-and-blood people. They have their own concepts of right and wrong. Now, the Soviet wars are completely illegal. Except for the Warsaw Pact group, everyone is on the side of Afghanistan.

The girl in front of me, coming here to save herself would annoy the Soviets. If the Soviets knew about it, it would be very troublesome.

"In my eyes, you are a patient. It is a divine mission given by God by doctors to save patients." Lilith said.

Looking at Lilith's eyes, full of faith and persistence, Mhamad whispered: "No matter what, thank you for saving my life."

"You are a patient and need more rest." Lilith said: "I'll go out first."

Looking at the girl's pretty back, Mhamad knew that things were not that simple. He saw love and joy in the girl's eyes. Could it be that this girl fell in love with him?

Mhamad touched his beard, far less handsome than before. He should shave off all these beards.

"His Excellency Instructor, you have finally woken up." After Lilith went out, Hwaja and Durani walked over.

"Have the Soviets been talking about these days?" asked Mhamad.

"They posted announcements everywhere in Jalalabad, listing you as the number one wanted criminal," Hwaja said. "But there is no movement yet, and there is no sign of sweeping us."

Listening to Hwaja's words, Mhamad frowned. The Soviets knew that they had so many secrets that they could still be so calm and not come to sweep the mountainous areas. It was really suspicious.

"Send more sentinels to pay attention to the movements of the Soviets." Mhamad said: "The Soviets' counterattack must be very rapid."

The calm at this moment is just a prelude to the storm, and Mhamad has a very bad premonition.

"Really - Lord, you are finally awake." With a cheerful voice, Osama appeared at the door of the room, carrying an RPG on his shoulder.

After arriving here, Osama, like other guerrillas, began training and mastered the use of various weapons. After receiving the news that Mhamad woke up, he immediately ran over.

"I will not meet the great Allah when the liberation in Afghanistan is not completed. I will continue to fight with everyone until all the Soviets are driven away!" said Mhamad.

………

The autumn in Afghanistan is short and cold. It is the closest to the sky and the farthest from heaven.

The cold wind blew the wasteland and the mountains. Even the leeward land in the valley was extremely cold. This was just autumn.

Mhamad's body was already all healed. He stood in the valley and watched the guerrillas training on the hillside. The cold wind blew their robes, and even their beards were shaking in the cold wind, and their faces were firm and courageous.

"After launching the Tao missile, you need to continue to aim at the target." Mhamad looked at the guerrillas operating the portable Tao missile and said: "This is semi-active infrared guidance, as long as it is aimed at the target. If it is a Soviet missile, it must be operated with a lever."

The Americans' missile technology is advanced, and Mhamad is very satisfied with this thing.

As he was talking, Mhamad saw two people coming from the mountain pass, one of whom was a girl, jeans and a white shirt, exuding a moving atmosphere all over her body.

"Lilis, you haven't left yet?" asked Mhamad.

"In the past few days, I have been walking in nearby villages to help those who need treatment. Many villagers need food. I think in a few days, I will go back to apply to the International Red Cross Society." Lilith said.

The land in Afghanistan is barren and there is not enough food to eat. Now, in the war, many lands are barren and food shortages. This winter will be very difficult.

"Thank you, Lilith," said Mhamad.

As he was talking, Mhamad suddenly frowned and raised his ears.

"Quickly, protect the villagers and retreat to the mountains!" said Mhamad.

There was a rumbling sound from the distant sky, as if it was thunder.

Then, the sound of the snail sounded and the Soviet plane came again!

Several guerrillas turned over their horses and headed towards the surrounding villages. The last time the Soviets attacked the village, no one survived the entire village. After that, Mhamad made arrangements. As long as the Soviets were found to attack, they would retreat immediately and hide in a safe cave!

According to the pre-arranged arrangement, the guerrillas ran wildly, while the remaining people rushed back to the cave and carried the stinger missiles.

No longer like last time, facing the Soviet fighter jets in the sky, there is no way to start. Now, with the stinger missiles supported by the Americans, it can completely beat the planes in the sky!

The roar quickly approached, and the two black dots became larger and larger, and finally became two fighter jets.

Or T-8! Fire broke out in Mhamad's eyes. The two T-8 racks were full of ammunition, so it was obviously here to bomb again.

These two planes can't be allowed to bomb their own villages again! If the Soviet conspiracy succeeds, the villagers will be frightened, either flee or turn to the Soviets.

From the perspective, the two planes were coming to this side. Mhamad gritted his teeth and killed it!

This is a very expensive one. This is the base of the guerrillas. After the fire is opened, the Soviets will know their own location. This place will be exposed and must be transferred as soon as possible.

Mhamad ran up the hill quickly, where there was a hidden 12.7mm M1938

DshKM heavy machine gun, tripod, aiming ring with air-to-air.

When Mhamad ran over, Durani was already sitting in front of another machine gun on the other hill. At this time, Durani was already a skilled machine gunner.

Two machine guns can form cross-fire and block the planes flying towards this side.

The Soviet planes were approaching quickly, and the red five stars under the wings were so clear.

Mhamad felt his heart beating. This was not because of his first time on the battlefield, but because in his memory, there was no record of Su-25 being shot down on the battlefield in Afghanistan.

This is a sturdy fighter. In order to improve its survivability, in addition to titanium alloy armor, even the operating rods are transmitted to the wing surface through solid steel beams. Ordinary bullet strikes are ineffective against it, and it is difficult for stingers to shoot down this kind of aircraft.

This is also the reason why Mhamad chose to enter Jalalabad last time and killed the pilot. The plane was too strong.

At this time, there is no choice.

Several guerrillas carrying stinger missiles were also hidden in suitable positions and launched attacks on the planes at any time.
Chapter completed!