Chapter 101: Alliance

  Inside the cave, several oil lamps were burning. In the middle of the oil lamps was a temporarily set up bed, and on the bed, someone was lying there.

  Fahim's forehead was sweating profusely as he clenched a damp towel tightly in his mouth.

  A man in a white gown was busily working on his back with a scalpel and forceps, piece by piece of shrapnel being clipped out from his back, time passed bit by bit, he clipped out all the shrapnel and started to clean the wound.

  Without anesthesia, this was simply a form of torture for the patient. Fajim's arm muscles bulged as he remained still, allowing the doctor to clean his wound.

  At last, the wound was cleaned and the doctor began to stitch it up. Fahim felt a drowsiness he had never experienced before, and slowly, incredibly, he fell asleep.

  Finally, the operation was completed, and the man in white re-bandaged the wound before walking out.

  Outside, it's the fresh night breeze.

  As he saw the man in white coming out, Muhammad immediately said "Dr. Harid, how is Fahim?"

  "No problem, all wounds have been treated. This Fahim is really too strong." Harid said "In order not to affect the body, he didn't even use anesthetics."

  When he came out with a medicine box, plus the medicines provided by the service team, one operation was completely ready. However, Fahim didn't know who told him that anesthesia would damage his nerves, especially since he was having surgery on the upper half of his body and needed general anesthesia at times. Sometimes people under general anesthesia never wake up again. So Fahim firmly refused to use anesthetics and endured it all.

  "Mmm." Muhammad said "Dr. Harid, you're also tired, go rest first."

  The operation lasted for more than four hours, all of which Harid operated alone. Muhammad even began to regret not bringing Lilith with him when he came here. Otherwise, Lilith could have been an assistant.

  Gazing at the dense stars in the sky, Muhammad sat quietly. The Afghan sky was so clear and the evening breeze carried a fresh scent of earth.

  In battle, this peace and quiet are hard to come by.

  Footsteps echoed nearby, Muhammad looked up, it was Osama.

  Osama sat down beside Muhammad, gazing up at the sky above and said "This is really a place that makes people linger, the sky of Bilyad is much more beautiful."

  Osama, born into a wealthy Saudi family, now worth hundreds of millions of dollars. But he appeared on the hot battlefield, waging a war that had nothing to do with him.

  "Osama, are you homesick?" Muhammad asked.

  "Think," Osama said. "Abdullah is already six years old. In the few years I've been away from home, he must have grown a lot taller."

  Early marriage is common in the Muslim world, Osama was married at seventeen and his first son Abdullah was born a year later.

  "The Soviets have invaded Afghanistan, this is an invasion of our entire Muslim world." Muhammad said "We will definitely drive the Soviets out!"

  Muhammad looked at Osama and said, "Osama, the two people we met today, Abdul and Farabi, have become government soldiers. That's great."

  Muhammad's words are full of profound meaning.

  "They came with me from Saudi Arabia," Osama said. "For convenience in operating in Afghanistan, I arranged for them to have Afghan identities. Those greedy officials can fabricate your genealogy and push it back twenty generations as long as you have money. However, they joined the government army after I followed our guerrilla forces to fight. Dana's appearance made me realize the importance of planting our own people. Coincidentally, the government army was recruiting soldiers at that time, so the two of them went in."

  The service camp is Osama's own organization. In the future, this organization will become Al-Qaeda. Now that Muhammad has met Osama, it is natural to make this organization a force of his own and take good care of it, not to follow the old path.

  "Muhammad served in Afghanistan and played a big role." Muhammad looked at Osama, who had not yet spoken to the point, and couldn't help but remind him again.

  "Our service camp, now only has twenty or so people, scattered all over the place." Osama said. "Mainly we provide assistance, our guerrilla band, with American aid, is better than what I can get my hands on, so I haven't provided anything for our guerrilla band, however, as long as you speak up, I am willing to contribute all of my family's assets at any time."

  Osama said seriously, "I have several companies in Saudi Arabia and Western countries, with total assets of over $100 million. If needed, I can withdraw tens of millions of dollars in liquidity, no problem at all. Even if I sell all my companies to buy weapons for our guerrilla forces, I am willing."

  "Brother, that's your inheritance." Muhammad patted Osama on the shoulder and said "Our guerrilla force can't use your inheritance to arm ourselves, we already have enough from the spoils of war and American aid."

  Muhammad said it was easy, now the service camp is just starting out, with only a few dozen people, and for the time being, there is no power to speak of. Besides, as long as Osama follows him, the service camp will eventually be his own, so why should he be too anxious?

  Muhammad has completely let go of this matter.

  The night wind blows, and all around is quiet, with only the sound of the wind whistling.

  ………

  "Fahim, your body hasn't fully recovered yet, you need more rest." Muhammad said as he looked at Fahim who had just walked out.

  Time passed for more than a dozen days, Fahim stayed in the cave for these few days and finally couldn't stay inside anymore. He came out from inside, his face was somewhat pale after not seeing the sun for several days.

  "It's nothing, it's been several days since I last held a gun, and my heart is really itching." Fahim said "It was me who dragged you down, otherwise, we would have definitely fought a few more battles."

  Over the past few days, there have been major changes outside. Government troops made a show of searching the mountains twice and then withdrew, leaving only a small garrison in the Panjshir Valley. The two Soviet pursuit detachments that had been hunting down guerrilla units in neighboring provinces also ended their search mission and returned to Bagram airbase.

  If it weren't for Fahim, Muhammad could have escorted the Soviets out and inflicted some casualties on them. Now, Muhammad and his dozen or so men can only stay here and guard Fahim.

  This also made Fahim feel a bit of a burden on Muhammad and wanted to get his body better as soon as possible.

  "Fahim, remember, we fight to save ourselves and eliminate the enemy." Muhammad said "If we can't even save ourselves, how can we eliminate the enemy?"

  This is the essence of guerrilla warfare. When the enemy is strong, one cannot engage in a fierce battle, and it's not shameful to retreat when necessary.

  Fahim listened thoughtfully, since meeting Muhammad, Fahim's attitude towards Muhammad had changed from suspicion to trust and admiration, even surpassing Masoud.

  "Masud Sahib is coming back," said Mohammad. "Once the Soviets leave, we can ambush their convoys again here. This is where the guerrillas will show off."

  Just then, in the distance, a group of people were seen walking along the winding and rugged mountain road. The guerrilla fighters who had been left behind to keep watch had already made contact with them.

  They're back! Our team is back!

  Fahim straightened his back, although a painful feeling kept coming from there, he still took a step forward and walked towards there.

  Masood and a tall man are walking together, behind them is Durani with an excited face.

  Two guerrilla units, sometimes separated and wandering in the mountains with the Soviets, sometimes reunited to encircle and annihilate a small Soviet unit that was getting close. This battle was fought with great pleasure. For these days, Durrani commanded the Jalalabad guerrillas, feeling carefree and exhilarated.

  However, no matter how many victories our side won, they couldn't compare to the instructor. The instructor used anti-aircraft guns and killed the Soviet commander! The news spread throughout Afghanistan, and everyone in the guerrilla forces knew the instructor's name.

  It was then that this mysterious man found his own guerrilla unit and followed them to meet the instructor.

  When Muhammad appeared before them, everyone's heart was stirring.

  "Thanks be to Almighty God, our mujahideen have won another victory." Mohammad's voice was clear in everyone's ears. "We will win one victory after another until we drive the Soviets out of our land! Long live great Afghanistan!"

  "Hurray!" Everyone cheered together.

  Muhammad looked at the stranger, who placed his right hand on his chest and bowed respectfully to Muhammad, saying "Mr. Muhammad, we heard that you killed the Soviet commander, the Islamic Union of Afghan Mujahideen is very satisfied, and I was sent to express our condolences, my name is Nikubdin."

  Afghanistan Mujahideen Islamic Union! As soon as Muhammad heard this name, he got a headache. Because all the armed forces in the north, various guerrilla groups, belonged to this union in terms of affiliation. Even the Jalalabad guerrilla group led by himself joined the Afghan Islamic Association after Hekmatyar's organization was established, and this association was also a branch of the Afghanistan Mujahideen Islamic Union.

  The headquarters of this organization was established in Peshawar, and the aid from the Americans also started from Peshawar. Therefore, various guerrilla units joined this organization one after another to obtain assistance. Fortunately, this organization is a loose alliance that does not interfere with each other's internal affairs, but only provides help. For example, instructor Muhammad was sent by the alliance to apply to Pakistan.

  Muhammad was not enthusiastic about the organization, as if it were a sword hanging over his head. The person in front of him, although saluting himself, had a tone of superiority in his words.