Chapter Twenty-Two: Plummeting Down the Cliff

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  Four Kamaz trucks emerged from the fork in the road to the right, with a heavy machine gun mounted on top of each one and a Soviet flag fluttering above the engine cover.

  This is the garrison troops inside the nearby outpost, no tanks, no infantry fighting vehicles, just driving these trucks to surround and annihilate them.

  They were the vanguard troops, their main task was to entangle their own side, and win time for the rear troops to move out. After the rear troops, or even helicopter troops moved out, they could easily crush this small guerrilla team.

  At the same time that Hamdi discovered the Soviets, the Soviets also discovered them. Instantly, a burst of bullets from the machine gun swept over.

  "Vroom, vroom." Muhammad floored the gas pedal and turned the steering wheel to the left, as this almost-out-of-gas Camry car sped away.

  The four Soviet trucks behind followed closely and quickly caught up.

  The road was even more difficult to navigate, originally only suitable for local Afghan donkeys, now Muhammad was driving a truck, and at any moment it would fall off the cliff on the side. Muhammad didn't let up on the gas pedal, his two hands turning the steering wheel back and forth, the truck zigzagging nonstop, startling Durani and Hadim to open their eyes wide, tightly grasping the handrail beside them, afraid of falling off.

  "Screech." At a turn, Muhammad slammed on the brakes and told the two in the back, "Dourani, Hamdi, get out of the car right now and head back to base from the mountain!"

  "No, instructor, I want to fight alongside you!" Dulaney said immediately.

  "Get out of here quickly, this is a military order!" Muhammad said coldly.

  Two men jumped off the vehicle and Muhammad continued driving forward at full speed.

  Attracting the attention of the Soviets, Muhamaad did that, those Soviet trucks were chasing after Muhamaad, this truck ran out of oil and would soon be caught by the Soviets, at this time, the possibility of becoming a martyr was very high. Muhamaad didn't want Durani and Hamdi to also become martyrs.

  Danger is left for oneself first!

  As for Dana in the back seat, Muhammad didn't forget her, but deliberately left her behind. Muhammad is not a true gentleman. On the battlefield, no matter what conspiracy or strategy, being able to win is what makes one a hero. Now that he has left Dana behind, it's because he wants to use her at a crucial moment.

  While driving the truck at high speed, Muhammad glanced at the rearview mirror inside the car. Dana on the back seat held the armrest tightly with her tied hands and her face turned pale, but there was no sign of escape.

  That's good, Muhammad continued driving the car, speeding along this winding road.

  "Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat..." Behind the car, a machine gun swept over, a burst of bullets, piercing the steel plate of the driver's compartment, a scorching air flow, brushing against Muhammad's cheek.

  Her face was burning, she must have gotten a bruise. Muhammad didn't even bother to touch his own face, and turned around to ask Dana: "How are you? Are you hurt?"

  "I don't." Dana's words were calm.

  "Get down." Muhammad said: "Crouch under the seat, with the engine cover, it's hard to get hit."

  Dana obediently lay down, and at this moment, the thumping sound from behind grew louder.

  Even Liam Hemsworth can't sit in the driver's seat, the bullets behind him will also hit him, these are large-caliber 12.7mm machine gun bullets, even armored vehicles will be penetrated.

  He also lowered his head and dodged the bullets behind him.

  At this moment, the heavy truck's right wheel suddenly lifted high and then fell down. Muhammad steered hard but still couldn't control the whole truck, which rolled off the cliff.

  On the left are high mountains and on the right is a precipice; this is a terrible mountain road.

  The clumsy truck occasionally collided with the mountain body, rolling over and falling down.

  The several pursuing trucks behind all stopped, the Soviet soldiers on the vehicles jumped down, crouched and looked at the truck that had fallen into the mountain stream.

  The guerrilla fighters were all in that car, the car fell down, and Afghanistan's resistance forces lost a bit more. The platoon leader who came to execute the mission this time nodded happily and went back, and it was another meritorious deed.

  "Comrade!" Watching the Soviet trucks drive away, Durrani and Hadim ran down from the hidden mountain slope, shouting as they went in the direction of the cliff where the truck had fallen.

  The two knew that Muhammad had deliberately diverted the Soviets to cover the villagers and the guerrillas' retreat, but now that the Soviets were gone, Muhammad had fallen off a cliff.

  Dulani leaned forward on the cliff and looked at the rolling river below, wanting to jump down. Hadiem, who was beside him, held him tightly.

  "Durrani, if you jump down, you will definitely die! The all-powerful true Lord is above, the instructor is dead, we must continue to fight, beat the Soviets, and avenge the instructor!" Haidar said.

  Dulanni gazed down, tears streaming down his face, the mountain breeze blowing his hair into disarray. He crouched at the edge of the cliff, reluctant to leave for a long time.

  The mountain stream, although small, flows very rapidly.

  When the truck rolled over, Muhammad knew something was wrong. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly and his good habit of wearing a seatbelt saved his life as his body was strapped to the chair, shaking along with it.

  "Ahh!" A pained cry echoed afterwards, Dana's body was tossed around inside the driver's cabin of the Soviet truck, which was completely rugged in style and filled with cold steel. Her body crashed into something, bringing her pain wherever she hit, and her hands were still tightly bound, intensifying her fear.

  Suddenly, her body slipped and she slid from between the front seats onto the front seat.

  "Hold me tight!" Muhammad shouted, as his two hands stretched out and tightly wrapped around Dana's body.

  There was no other way, in the process of the truck constantly rolling over, if Muhammad did not help Dana fix her body, she would be shaken to pieces in the collision with the truck and suffer a fatal blow when the truck finally crashed into the water.

  Dana, still in a state of shock, was held by Muhammad, and she herself stretched out her hands to hook around Muhammad's neck. Before she could even blush, a loud splash was heard from the front, and the truck had already entered the water.

  "Look out!" Muhammad yelled, shoving Dana's body down as hard as he could, the truck's tires screeching to a halt just inches from a solid rock face.

  "Boom!" The truck's front end crashed into the rock, rolling over and landing upside down. Muhammad's head was thrown downward, crashing into the top of the cab, which had already caved in.

  Fresh blood dripped from Muhammad's head, seeping down into the icy river water that flooded the cab, and with a surge, the truck followed downstream.

  Muhammad used all his strength to undo the safety belt, pulled out a dagger and cut open Dana's tied hands.

  "Hurry, swim ashore." Muhammad said to Dana.

  This series of actions, Muhammad has been protecting and helping Dana all along, and did not treat Dana as a traitorous wife, which is entirely his instinct.

  The truck was still overturned, and Muhammad pushed Dana out of the cab with all his might. When he tried to follow her out, he saw a massive wave rushing towards the truck.

  The icy river water splashed onto his head, the pain from the wound kept emerging, his consciousness gradually became blurred, both hands still mechanically making paddling motions, but his body slowly stiffened...

  The mountains of Afghanistan were very quiet, and when Muhammad reopened his eyes, he saw that all around him were bare stone walls, with the shadow of a person projected on them.

  It was a cave, and the figure was now roasting his clothes. Muhammad slowly propped himself up, still feeling pain in his head, but when he touched it with his hand, it had already been bandaged.

  Inside the cave, a fire was burning, and in front of the flames, Dana was carefully roasting Muhammad's clothes. When she felt movement behind her, she suddenly turned around to see Muhammad standing up.

  At this moment, the clothes in her hand fell to the ground, and she said with a trembling voice: "Are you awake?"

  "Why?" Muhammad asked: "Why didn't you run away? You had many chances to escape after I fainted."

  "You are the hero of our Afghan people," Dana said: "I am Sahar's wife, but I am more Afghan woman, Sahar has defected to the Soviets, I, Dana, am no longer Sahar's wife!"

  Dana suddenly knelt down: "Coach Muhammad, I request to join the guerrilla team, I also want to go fight against the Soviets! I want to kill Sakha with my own hands!"

  In Dana's eyes, there was calmness and madness. When she was being chased by the Soviets, when bullets were flying around her, her heart finally became determined.

  At that time, if you were to die, then so be it. As long as you didn't die, you would have already escaped your original circumstances and become a different person! You also had to be like these brave guerrilla fighters and kill the Soviets!

  "No." Muhammad replied simply.

  "Mr. Muhammad, believe in my loyalty," Dana said, knowing that as the wife of a traitor, she was not easily trusted, but she had already made up her mind!

  "No, I do not doubt your loyalty," Muhhamed said. "Any Afghan with a conscience would not sell his life to the Soviets, and I believe you are sympathetic to our guerrillas, but I do not want you to join us. I want you to go back to Sakha."

  Go back to Saha? Dana had long since lost her husbandly affection for this traitor of the betraying tribe, and even wanted to kill Saha. How could she go back to Saha's side again?

  "Sahar can no longer stand in the village, he may join the government army," Muhamed said. "We need an informant, someone who can find out about the Soviet movements." (Great activity with freebies from heaven, cool phones await! Follow us~qdread WeChat public account, participate now! Everyone has a prize, follow qdread WeChat public account immediately!)