Chapter 20: The Traitor (Seeking recommendations, seeking collections, seeking clicks)

  Mohammad said that Masood also felt that Sahar, who had never been ill before, was suddenly ill and might be seriously ill, so it's better to go see him.

  "Alright, then let's trouble Muhammad," Masood said, taking Muhammad with him as he headed into the village.

  Behind Muhammad, Duranni and Hadim followed. The two were to follow Muhammad until he hid the truck and then follow him back to base.

  Night has deepened, and the starlight is still shining brightly. Everything on earth is in a daze.

  The houses were all low and dilapidated earth houses, just like the remote mountain villages that Muhammad saw in later generations. The local residents used local materials to make mud bricks, then built them into houses, applied a layer of mud on the outside, and covered the top with wood, also applying mud.

  This house will easily collapse if it encounters a particularly heavy rainstorm.

  In big cities of Afghanistan like Jalalabad, it's almost the same as in other foreign cities, but when you get to these mountainous areas, the difference is already very obvious.

  As he walked, Muhammad's mood was somewhat complicated.

  Since we have come here, it is not enough to just drive out the Soviets. How can we help the entire Afghan people live a stable and prosperous life? That's the real way to help Afghanistan!

  "We're here." Masood said.

  The low wall of the courtyard, Muhammad felt that he could jump over it with just one leap.

  Now that Masud is here, along with Hadem from this village, Muhammad cannot do so.

  "Bang, bang." Hadem went up first and knocked on the old courtyard door. At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Brother Saha, Brother Saha, open the door!"

  There is no reaction inside.

  "Bang, bang." Hadem knocked again.

  "Creak." Inside, there was finally a response. With the old door hinges turning, a series of footsteps were heard, and someone came out!

  "Saha brother, how is your illness? I have some knowledge of medicine, let me take a look," Muhammad said.

  Another dull sound of the gate hinge, the courtyard door opened a crack, and inside, a figure emerged.

  He was short and small, thin and weak. What a strong man? Looking again, his whole body was wrapped in a piece of clothing, even his face was tightly wrapped.

  Mohammad knew that this garment was called a burqa, a traditional outfit for Afghan women with a history of over 100 years. A long robe enveloped the woman from head to toe, just like someone in a sack.

  Before the Soviet invasion, Afghanistan was not as closed off as it is now. Women were not as open and exposed as they are in the West, but they still had a certain level of freedom, similar to women in other Eastern countries. However, this was mainly the case in big cities, while in many rural areas, women remained very traditional and conservative.

  Now, in front of me is a conservative woman.

  "Saha is already asleep, elder, Hadim, you can come again tomorrow." The woman said.

  "Sorry, since he's asleep, let Sahar brother continue sleeping." Muhammad said: "Elder, Duranni, Hadim, let's go."

  Masood looked at Muhammad's back and felt a bit strange. Tonight's trip was also too boring, wasn't it?

  After walking a few steps and turning over the narrow village dirt road, Muhammad suddenly stopped.

  "Masud elder, I'm very sorry, but I need to break into Sahar's house and see if Sahar is really at home," Muhammad said.

  When Muhammad said this, several others looked at him with surprised eyes.

  "Officer, this can't be done. Sahar brother is the son of our former village head in Gost Village, and especially his wife is at home, it's very inappropriate to rush in like this in the middle of the night." Hadim intervened before Masood could speak.

  Although you are an instructor, it's not that you can do whatever you want. Sahar is sick and going in to visit him is a must, but Sahar's wife has already said that Sahar is asleep, so it shouldn't be disturbed again. Now, it's not just disturbing, but also sneaking in privately, this is the public enemy of the whole village. Although Hadem is a guerrilla fighter, he still stands unceremoniously on the side of the village.

  Masood didn't say a word, he knew that since Muhammad said so, there must be his own purpose.

  As expected, Muhammad said something even more astonishing: "I suspect that this Sahar is not at home now. He has run out to inform the Soviets."

  Although throughout the Afghan war, most Afghans were on the side of the guerrillas, opposing Soviet aggression against them and bravely resisting, plunging the Soviets into a people's war.

  But wherever you go, there are always traitors and scum. Some Afghans even stood on the side of the Soviets, serving as internal spies for them, revealing intelligence about Afghan guerrilla forces, some even sat directly in Soviet armed helicopters, directing targets for the Soviets to bomb the hiding places of Afghan guerrilla forces.

  Although such people are relatively rare, even if one appears around oneself, it will pose a great threat to oneself.

  So, Muhammad would rather kill a thousand than let one go. This Sahar was ill at the right time, and Masood's casual words just made him suspicious, and after knocking on the door, Sahar's wife opened it, which further confirmed his judgment.

  It's already late at night, if Sakha has gone to bed early, then his wife should also be asleep. Is it possible for Afghans to sleep in their clothes? That's absolutely impossible!

  After Hadem knocked on the door, Muhamed listened carefully and didn't hear any sound of clothes being put on inside. Then the door opened and that woman came out to open it!

  Even if Sa Ha was asleep, he wouldn't let his wife open the door at such a late hour. Moreover, that woman's speed can only mean one thing - she wasn't sleeping at all and had been waiting in the house!

  What is she waiting for? Of course, she knows that her husband has run out, so she is waiting for her husband to come back! And her disguise should be knowing what her husband did!

  Because the woman was shrouded in polka dots all over her body, Muhammad did not see the woman's eyes, but listening to the sound, it was a feigned calmness with panic!

  This Sahara, there are too many suspicious points, now, just need to go in and take a look, can uncover the truth!

  If he knew where Sahar lived, Muhammad would have come himself. Now, with the village elder and Hadiam by his side, Muhammad knows he has to inform them first.

  As soon as Muhammad's words fell, Hadim's face changed: "Saha brother, would betray? Impossible, impossible!"

  "It's possible or not, let's go and take a look," Muhammad said, seeing that Masood was still speechless, he took big strides to walk back.

  "Officer, no you can't." Hadim followed behind, for the village of Gostar, the officer's behavior was very improper, he had to stop him!

  Unfortunately, the instructor ran like the wind and soon, under the starlight, he kicked his right leg against the low wall of the courtyard, supported himself with both hands, and jumped into the yard.

  "Bang!" Then Hadem heard a voice, damn it, this instructor was violent, and with one kick, he kicked open the door of Sahah's brother's house.

  At the same time, Hadim hesitated in his heart. The instructor was so violent that the next moment would be the shocking scream of Sahar's brother's wife. Everyone in the village would hear it and come to help Sahar's brother, beating the instructor violently. If the instructor fought back, it would lead to an even bigger conflict.

  What's wrong?

  Hadi stood outside, wondering whether he should go in, waited for a moment, but didn't hear any screaming from inside.

  What's going on?

  Later, Masood and Durani also followed. Durani was still a bit nervous in his heart. This instructor always did what he wanted, made decisions on his own, and this time, he even rushed into someone else's home. If it got out, wouldn't people say the instructor went to steal a woman? Here, that would be a very serious crime.

  Masood's face showed a kind of unspeakable disappointment, and he said to Hadim: "Let's go in from the door."

  "It's all right," a voice came from inside, and Muhammad had already come out.

  "Go and explain it to the elder." Muhammad could still be heard talking to someone else.

  This person is undoubtedly Saha's wife. At this time, all three of them already knew that Saha's brother was probably not inside.

  Muhammad jumped over the wall into the yard, then kicked open the door. In the dilapidated room, except for Sahar's wife shivering on that broken bed, there was no one else.

  That Saha brother who is trusted by all the villagers in Ghost Village must be suspicious!

  "Dana, what's going on? Just now you said Sahar brother was asleep, wasn't he sick?" Hadem asked as soon as he saw Muhammad pushing out Sahar's wife.

  Dana didn't say a word, under Polka's cover, Dana hung her head and remained silent.

  "Dana, you also know that in the village, traitors are deeply hated. If you don't speak up, then you'll be guilty of the same crime as Sahar." Masoud finally spoke up, his words carrying weight and authority.

  Masood is now convinced that Saha, the brother, must have become a traitor. In fact, as soon as Muhammad said that Saha was a traitor, he thought of several months ago when Saha had gone out for three days and then came back, after which he became interested in the news of the guerrilla army and often went to Aga's and Hadim's homes to ask this and that.

  At that time, Masood did not have much hesitation, but now, as soon as Muhammad said it, he connected all these things together.

  So although Hadiam stopped Muhammad from going to Sahara's house, Masud did not stop him.

  Now he just hopes Dana can tell where Sahara is going, otherwise, Dana will be a traitor like Sahara.