Chapter 99: Finding a Doctor

  "Mr. Muhammad, I don't quite understand," Osama said as he walked on the rugged mountain path under the starlight above him.

  Since Muhammad appeared in Osama's world, Osama has been following Muhammad wholeheartedly, and Muhammad has also taught Osama everything, allowing Osama to grow rapidly in a short period of time.

  Now, Osama asks Muhamed, and Muhamed immediately answers without hesitation: "What don't you understand?"

  "Fahim won't last much longer, he's lost too much blood." Osama said: "And you, are also taking a great risk to go find a doctor for Fahim. By the time we get back, Fahim may have already gone to meet his Lord..."

  "We must also do our best," Mohammad said. "Fahim is the second man of the Panjshir guerrillas, he is the object of our unity, Osama, you must remember that if we want to thoroughly expel the invader, we must unite, unite all the Afghan brothers who can be united!"

  Muhammad's words were somewhat severe, and he was constantly thinking.

  Osama has a special temperament, in his consciousness, it seems that he doesn't take human life very seriously, so he strongly advocates for human bombs. Moreover, Osama practices what he preaches, last time, Osama himself became a human bomb, thanks to Osama's human bomb, otherwise, it would be too difficult for our side to escape.

  Every person's life is precious, and when necessary, one can sacrifice it willingly. However, in all possible situations, every person's life should be protected. Muhammad wants Osama to understand this perspective so as not to repeat the past mistakes.

  A person's character is determined at birth, and later on, it will also be influenced by various subtle factors.

  Muhammad walked and thought, vaguely aware of something.

  Was Osama's bullet originally for confronting the Soviets? No. It was prepared by Osama long ago! To be exact, it was already prepared when he came to Panjshir Valley!

  What was Osama's purpose? Thinking of this, Muhamaad finally asked: "Osama, what about your human bomb?"

  When Muhammad heard this, Usama smiled and said with a proud smile: "Mr. Muhammad, when you decided to come to the Panjshir Valley, I was afraid that these guerrillas would be unfavorable to us. If they want to play any tricks, I will follow them to the end."

  Osama didn't think there was anything wrong, the contradictions between Pashtuns and Tajiks have been going on for a long time, and this Masood is also a clever leader of the guerrilla forces. If Mohammad comes here, Osama doesn't think much of it. In case Masood wants to annex his own guerrilla forces, let him pay the price!

  Muhammad felt a chill in his heart. He had come to unite this guerrilla team, and fortunately, the conversation was relatively harmonious at the time. If there were any conflicts, Osama would have made a meatball out of him, and his reputation would have been ruined. How could he then go on to unite other guerrilla teams?

  Disunity will lead Afghanistan nowhere in the future, now there is a common enemy, this is the best opportunity.

  Muhammad's gaze is not just about driving out the Soviets. There is also the future situation of Afghanistan, which will affect the world pattern in later generations...

  "But now, sir, I understand," Osama said: "We are to gradually absorb the other guerrilla groups and become Afghanistan's most powerful fighting force!"

  Osama's words... Muhammad glanced at Khwaja, Khwaja was carrying a sniper rifle, silent but his facial expression had already said it all, Khwaja was proud, this guerrilla team in his hands could hardly hit a Soviet tank, while in Muhammad's hands, they had already taken the path of absolute strength.

  Follow Muhammad, cool!

  Moreover, almost everyone is convinced that Muhammad is the most suitable leader sent by God to them. Looking at so many battles, Muhammad has always turned danger into safety. This time, under the rocket attack of Soviet helicopters, Muhammad was still unharmed, thanks to God's protection.

  "Mr. Mohammad, it's not hard to find a doctor," Osama said. "The New Moon had rescued a doctor from Kabul several months ago and the Service Camp helped him escape to Panjshir Valley."

  Upon hearing this, Muhammad was suddenly thrilled.

  Hilal-i-Ahmar, an organization in Saudi Arabia, provided medicine and food to war-torn Afghanistan while secretly supporting the mujahideen. Al-Kifah was Osama's organization, which continued to operate normally after Osama joined the mujahideen. Hilal-i-Ahmar helped this doctor escape from Kabul, while al-Kifah helped him escape to Panjshir Valley.

  "At the time, the situation was urgent and the service camp had originally planned to send this doctor to Jalalabad province, but then we happened to be moving over here, so it was decided that the doctor would temporarily stay in Panjshir valley," Osama said.

  Osama certainly had ulterior motives, his guerrilla team happened to need a doctor, and there was one readily available, originally planning to take him back directly, but since the guerrilla team had moved their battles here, they simply let the doctor stay behind.

  The doctor was originally planning to join the Panjshir guerrilla, but Osama hoped that the doctor could become a doctor for his own guerrilla, so he delayed it.

  When Osama heard this, Muhamaad was very excited to take out a doctor like this, which would be more suitable than snatching a doctor from the Soviets. The snatched doctor was forced to perform surgery, God knows whether he was willing or not! If he had deviated slightly while operating on Fahim, it would have cost him his life.

  "Where is he now?" Muhammad asked.

  "Astana," Osama said.

  The terrain of Panjshir Valley is treacherous, with mountains everywhere, desolate and uninhabited. The Panjshir River flows between the high mountains, where there is water, there will be human existence. In the central part of Panjshir, there is a plain, much smaller than Rukha, but still full of vitality.

  Here is another town of Panjshir, Astana.

  The river flows through the center of the town, dividing it into two parts, and traffic in and out of the town is all through a stone bridge in the middle.

  This stone bridge has been around for a long time, and some of the older folks in town have seen it since they were young. The stone bridge was already weathered like this back then, with moss growing all over it, as if telling stories of its long history.

  On both sides of the stone bridge stood a few lazy government soldiers.

  The soft hat, jacket and trousers were all in the grey-brown winter uniform of the Democratic Republic of Afghanistan, with red piping on the hat band, collar patches and shoulder strap badges bearing a five-pointed star symbolising the Democratic Republic of Afghanistan. Grey military boots were worn on the feet, looking very smart. They carried AKM rifles slung over their shoulders, with ammunition pouches on one side of the body and on the other side hung an uncovered Soviet steel helmet.

  After standing for a while, the sun came up and shone on their heads. They looked around and finally sat down on the steps of the stone bridge with impatience.

  What's wrong with him? It's so safe here, why bother posting sentries everywhere!

  It is said that Luha was attacked by guerrillas the day before yesterday, and the division headquarters were bombed. Now, everywhere has to be on high alert.

  But... Rukh is the location of the Soviet division's headquarters. The guerrillas will certainly go to visit, and this Astana, although it is also a not small town, is guarded by government troops, some of whom know the residents of the town, and their relationship is more friendly.

  The Soviets drove their tanks directly into the fields of Rukha. The residents here were very resentful, and the government troops just stood guard and didn't do anything extreme, so the guerrillas wouldn't come to cause trouble here.

  "Ow, I've got a toothache." A soldier sat down and suddenly covered his face with his hands, the right side of his cheek was slightly swollen.

  "What's wrong?" asked the person beside him.

  "Toothache, it's killing me!" He covered his mouth and spoke unclearly.

  "There's a doctor in the town who is said to be quite skilled, why don't you go take a look?" Another soldier said: "Turn at the intersection up ahead and walk twenty or thirty meters more."

  Is there a doctor in the village? The soldier with a toothache said, "I have a relative in this village, but I've never heard of a doctor here. In the whole valley, only Rukha town has a doctor."

  "It's been a few months now, his medical skills are pretty good, and the fees are cheap too. Many people around here come to him for treatment," said the soldier.

  The tooth still aching, this soldier stood up, covering his face, wanting to walk in the direction that man said.

  Just then, the distant rumble of a car engine was heard, and they all quickly stood up to see a military vehicle approaching with Soviet soldiers on board.

  What's going on? They made way and watched the military vehicle drive over the stone bridge, turning at the intersection ahead. Looking in that direction, it seems to be the same as where I'm headed?

  "Quick, surround the place! Go in and catch people!" A Soviet sergeant jumped off the car and shouted to the people on the car: "That doctor who escaped from Kabul is hiding here! Take him back!"

  They received a message from the wireman, and here appeared a doctor. After careful comparison, it was discovered that he was a doctor who had escaped from Kabul Hospital. This doctor must have been in contact with the guerrilla team! Absolutely cannot let him go!

  Soviet soldiers jumped off the truck and ran towards the small courtyard, their dark gun barrels aimed at the yard.

  In the room, hearing the sound outside, a big-bearded man was suddenly startled in his heart.

  He was dressed in the traditional garb of rural Afghanistan, a long shirt and loose pyjama-style trousers, with chapati-style sandals on his feet, a hat on his head, and due to the cold weather, he also had a brown blanket wrapped around him.

  Before he could even grab the hidden pistol from the medicine cabinet, the wooden door outside was kicked open by a pair of booted feet.

  "Dr. Harid-Ekalem, you are under arrest!"

  PS: Thank you to these three good friends, Doufu Gan, Long Xia Ci and That One Feeling, for their rewards! Especially to Book Friend That One Feeling who became the leader of Southeast Asia, I will express my gratitude by adding two more chapters this afternoon!