Chapter 115: Gallows Pole, Head Down!

  Nikubutin, who was originally going to rely on his new identity to boost his confidence, after all, the Foreign Minister of a country is a very big official position, Nikubutin also intentionally dropped the deputy title.

  However, this identity did not bring any good luck to Nikubutin. Fists, feet, and gun butts were ruthlessly slammed onto Nikubutin's body, leaving him no choice but to hug his head and lie on the ground, wailing in pain as the sensation of agony continued to spread throughout his body.

  These guys are really ruthless! Nikolai Pudin endured the pain, thinking in his mind that once he completed his task, Soviet shells and bombs would blow this place to smithereens, killing everyone.

  The stormy blows lasted for over a dozen minutes, and it wasn't until Nikolai Budarin lay motionless that everyone stopped. They had strictly carried out Mukhamed's orders to beat him half to death!

  After a long time, Nikubuddin's hands moved slightly, and then slowly sat up, with blood flowing from his head, his body aching all over, and it seemed that one of his ribs was broken on his back, the pain piercing through his heart.

  "Ahh!" A basin of cold water was poured over Nikubutin's head, and with this exchange, the wounds all over his body hurt even more, but his brain became clear.

  "Your Excellency, Minister of Foreign Affairs, you have come to negotiate what?" Muhammad said: "Want us to surrender? We don't do that kind of thing."

  "Of course not." Nikgubdin suppressed his anger and said coldly, "Fighting is the business of warriors, we should not involve civilians. Now, there are both Soviet civilians and Afghan civilians here, so the 108th Brigade is very generous and willing to let the civilians living here go. Only leave the guerrillas behind and have a fair fight. As an exchange, you need to release all Soviet prisoners, they are not warriors, most of them are doctors and nurses, protected by the Geneva Convention. They have nothing to do with war."

  "So that's how it is," Muhammad said, looking at a plane flying quickly in the high sky far away, whose altitude was higher than the reach of the poisonous stinger, very safe, and should be a reconnaissance plane.

  "Are we going to fight a proper war? How are we going to do that properly? The Soviets have planes, they have cannons, and all we have are rifles in our hands." Muhammad said: "These Soviet prisoners are our last hope, we're not stupid enough for that. If we let these Soviet prisoners go, we'll all die here."

  "If we don't do this, the civilians in the encirclement will also be attacked. Are you willing to watch these civilians die because of the guerrillas?" Nikhubtin said: "There are only thirty or forty Soviets in the encirclement, but there are at least three or four hundred Afghan civilians. To exchange one Soviet for ten or more Afghans is a great honor for the guerrillas."

  "So that's how it is." Muhammad said: "In that case, I can consider it."

  "We're not afraid of death!" Just then, an old man suddenly came out of the house in this courtyard. A white-haired old lady walked out.

  "The Soviets have occupied our land, killed our compatriots, the guerrillas help us avenge, we are not afraid to die! We cannot let the Soviet plot succeed!"

  When the battle had just begun, the sound of gunfire outside made the civilians here very frightened. They didn't know what was happening, but now that they knew it was their own guerrilla troops coming back, they all started to get excited.

  What's scary about death? Even if I die with the guerrillas. And Soviet prisoners can't be released either! Such an old lady knows the general idea.

  "Right! I want to join the guerrilla team!" Just then, another little boy came out from inside. He looked like he was just over ten years old and his head was only a bit higher than the AKM rifle with bayonet attached. He had already made up his mind to join the guerrilla team.

  "Where is your father?" Muhammad asked.

  "When the Soviets first came in, they said that Father was a guerrilla and took him away. After that, I never saw Father again," the little boy said.

  "What about your mom?"

  "My mom..." The little boy didn't finish speaking, and tears streamed down his face. He suddenly sprinted a few steps towards Elena, trying to pull down her pants. Elena was frightened and grabbed onto her own pants, asking the little boy, "What are you doing?"

  "I'll get revenge for my mom! My mom died like that at the hands of Soviet soldiers!" The little boy grasped Irina's pants tightly and gave a strong tug, opening the fly and revealing the narrow underwear inside.

  Several guerrillas around, seeing Irina resist, immediately grabbed Irina's arms and legs. Irina struggled, the mask on her face loosened and fell off. Seeing her face, all the guerrillas swallowed their saliva instantly, so beautiful!

  "Irena!"

  "Halt!"

  Muhammad glanced at Nikubdin, the voice to stop was Muhammad's, and the name Irina came out of Nikubdin's mouth.

  Muhammad's guerrilla forces were highly disciplined and their actual combat effectiveness was based more on training and discipline than hatred.

  And this time, the guerrilla troops in the encirclement had many branches. Some of them harbored a deep-seated hatred for the Soviet people and were capable of doing anything. Many of their methods were very brutal.

  It also takes a difficult process to integrate these people together, especially to discipline their military order.

  At the same time, he heard Nikubdin call this woman Irina, it was clear that he knew this woman. Nikubdin had always been in the Union and had only recently completed his mission and returned to the Soviet people. How could he know this woman from Jalalabad Hospital?

  Unless this woman is a very important woman! Muhamed made an inference in an instant.

  For Muhamed's orders, these guerrillas were still able to strictly follow. When they heard Muhamed say stop, these people let go of their hands.

  Irena stumbled backward a few steps, back to the side of several other medical personnel who were all trembling, imagining their possible fate.

  "I agree to release them," Muhammad said. "Fighting is the business of warriors, not civilians. We will fight openly on the battlefield."

  When Muhammad finally agreed to release him, Nikubdin let out a sigh of relief. Although he had been beaten and almost killed, he had accomplished his mission. When he returned home, he would rather be the commander of an army corps than the Minister of Foreign Affairs. The position of Minister of Foreign Affairs was high-ranking but held no real power.

  Nigubotin tried to stand up, but the pain in his back almost made him faint. He knew he had to keep going and walk back.

  "What do you want to do, Nikoubtin?" Muhammad asked.

  "Go back and report to your superiors, you have agreed to release them." Nikubdin said.

  "Did I tell you to leave?" Muhammad said to Nikubdin.

  Nicholas Bottomley's face changed suddenly: "Then I'm here, isn't it still a waste of your food?"

  "Of course not," Muhammad said: "Your place is there."

  After finishing speaking, Muhammad pointed his hand at a distant place.

  "Is it a hospital?" Nikolai Bardin asked: "If I go there, no one will send you messages anymore."

  "That's the hospital flagpole," Muhammad said. "Hang him from that flagpole! Head down!"

  "Mahmoud!" Nikoub was suddenly shocked, the other side not only wanted to beat him up but also wanted to kill him! Hanging on the flagpole, in two days, he would be dried up by the wind and sun.

  "Without me, you won't be able to see your superiors or make any deals." Nikolai Bardin shouted.

  How stupid! I can find a Soviet person from the captives and send a message, what do I need you for?

  Muhammad would rather spare an enemy than a traitor. When Nikub acceded, it meant he was out for good.

  The traitor holds his own secrets and is also the most hated. How could Muhammad let him go?

  Nikolai Budin was trembling all over, resisting, and was taken to the hospital. Under the flagpole, two sturdy guerrilla fighters tied his feet up, then, as if raising a flag, pulled on the rope and hung him from the flagpole.

  Blood kept flowing into his brain, Nikubutin's consciousness gradually began to blur, the high-hanging sun on his toes shone on his body, and he started to feel smoke coming out of his throat.

  "Kill him!" The passing guerrilla fighters shouted as soon as they saw Nikubdin.

  "Killing him would be letting him off easy, let him die of sunstroke up there!"

  As he watched Nikubdin being taken away, a smile reappeared on Muhhamed's face. He turned to the female doctors and nurses who were frightened pale and said: "You are very lucky, someone will be sent over to deliver a message for you, I agree with Nikubdin's suggestion and decide to release people, who wants to go?"

  "I'm going!"

  "I'm going!"

  This is an opportunity to escape the tiger's mouth, looking at these guerrillas who don't treat people as humans at all, that Nikoubuddin is a living example, their professional knowledge tells them that the person hanging on the flagpole suffers pain many times more than being killed immediately.

  "Why didn't you ask to go?" Muhammad looked at Elena beside him and asked, was she scared just now?

  War has made everyone lose their humanity and anything can be done. Now that there is a chance to escape, why doesn't she ask for it?

  "Let them go, anyway, it's all settled, you'll let us all go, whether we leave first or later is the same." Elena said: "Someone has to stay behind after all."

  This is actually a kind-hearted Soviet woman! Muhamed was speechless, in fact, even if the woman asked, Muhamed would not agree, her identity must be very special.

  "Alright, I've decided that you will follow me now." Muhammad said: "I really need a woman to serve me."