Chapter 40: Return to Afghanistan

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  A week later, Muhhamad finally received a response from Bower. The US side agreed to transport a batch of Stinger anti-aircraft missiles and TOW anti-tank missiles. However, due to the low production speed of the Stinger anti-aircraft missile at present, only ten can be transported first, and more will be transported later. As for the TOW anti-tank missile, thirty were transported over.

  As for the RPG-7, guns, bullets and grenades, there are also a certain number of them. Ten days later, when the plane carrying weapons arrives, they will be transported overnight through the mountains to Afghanistan.

  And Mum Hammad also returned with this shipment of weapons.

  Having received the news from Baur, Muhammad knew that his brief stay in Peshawar was finally over and he would be returning to the battlefields of Afghanistan once again. He felt the blood inside him slowly coming back to life.

  However, how to explain it to Aisha is a problem in front of Muhammad. These days, as long as Aisha gets off work, she will come and stick with Muhammad, completely falling into the appearance of being deeply in love.

  Although it was a cruel reality, Muhammad wanted to say it out many times, but seeing Aisha's happy appearance, he swallowed it back again and again until this evening after dark. When Muhammad was about to leave, looking at Aisha sitting on the chair eating happily, Muhammad finally said: "Aisha, I'm leaving."

  Aisha seemed not to have heard and continued eating noodles from her plate with her head down.

  So, Muhammad continued: "Aisha, I will return to the battlefield. You continue working at the radio station and stop your part-time job as a bar hostess. I can help you raise enough money for your mother's medical treatment."

  Aisha continued eating until she had finished the last noodle, then looked up at Muhammad and said: "Dear, you won't be lonely, I'll go to Afghanistan with you."

  "No." Muhammad heard Aisha's words and said: "There is war all over the place, you escaped from there, how can you go back?"

  "If it were in the past, I would never go back again, but now, I have you, Muhammad. Wherever you go, I will follow you." Aisha said: "I don't want to be separated from you again."

  "No way." Muhammad immediately refused: "You don't even know how to fight, you can't even use a gun. If you go to the mountains, who will take care of you?"

  "I don't need someone to take care of me, I want to take care of you." Aisha said: "Muhammad, in short, I will not be separated from you again. If you encounter misfortune there, I will also die with you."

  Aisha's emotional eyes looked at Muhammad: "We are together in life and death."

  Facing Aisha's gaze, Muhammad finally compromised: "You can follow me, but you cannot be with the guerrilla team. I will temporarily arrange for you to stay in that village."

  Aisha heard that Muhammad had finally agreed to her request, with an excited expression on her face, and deeply kissed Muhammad's red lips.

  The sky had already turned very dark, and Muhammad brought Ayesha to the Peshawar Military Airport in a jeep, where an American C-130 Hercules transport plane was parked on the runway.

  "Damn it, Lieutenant Muhammad, what the hell did you bring this?" Two military trucks drove up and stopped at the tailgate of the transport plane. As the driver jumped down from above, he saw Muhammad and Aisha and couldn't help but curse.

  By the dim light of the runway, Muhammad could make out the insolent face opposite him - James, the guy whose arm he had broken in a bar.

  "James, keep your mouth clean." Muhammad said: "If you insult Aisha again, I will tear your mouth apart."

  "Damn it, why did the boss send me to work with a guy like you!" James finally compromised under Muhammad's gaze.

  This James was originally a CIA person, and this time he was in charge of transporting the arms through the mountain roads to Afghanistan.

  "Hello, my name is Bill." Another American came down and said: "Lieutenant Muhammad, our president appreciates you very much. These weapons are specially supplied to your guerrilla team. We hope you can teach the Soviets a lesson."

  "Long live Chairman Mao! I, on behalf of the guerrilla squad, thank you." Muhammad said.

  The whole box of ammunition loaded on the plane was moved to these two trucks, a group of Pakistani soldiers also jumped onto the vehicle, undertaking the transportation and escort mission. When arriving at the mountainous border area, there will be Afghans coming to meet them.

  Sitting in a truck, with the vehicle's jolts, these boxes full of weapons were also swaying non-stop. Aisha hugged Muhammad's arm, looking at the serious-looking soldiers in front and the very unfriendly James behind.

  "Are you scared?" Muhammad said: "It's still possible to go back now."

  "No, with you by my side, I'm not afraid of anything." Aisha said: "Dear, you taught me to use these weapons, and I will fight the Soviets too!"

  "Ayesha, there are some medicines here. You're going to Afghanistan. Your task is to treat those patients. Do you know simple medical care?" Muhammad asked.

  "No problem." Aisha hugged Muhammad's arm, with happiness all over her face.

  The vehicles drove for most of the night, and before dawn broke, two cars had already entered the mountainous area bordering Afghanistan. The rugged mountain roads made driving extremely difficult.

  At last, in front of a canyon, two cars stopped, and the car could no longer move forward.

  Getting off the car, her whole body seemed to be still shaking, feeling a bit uncomfortable, Aisha leaned against a stone by the side of the road and dry-retched.

  "Aisha, how are you?" Muhammad asked.

  "It's okay, dear," Aisha said: "The road ahead can't be walked, I can help carry these two first-aid kits."

  "We don't need to lift a finger," Muhammad said.

  Just then, a tinkling sound came from ahead, ding-ding, dong-dong!

  Aisha looked back and saw that from the valley came out twenty or so donkeys, each with two long ears, a bit in their mouths, and a bell hanging under their necks, which was where the sound was coming from.

  In the mountainous area, transportation is inconvenient and roads are difficult to walk on. Even armored vehicles cannot drive up there. On such rugged mountain roads, mules are the most suitable pack animals.

  The men riding on donkeys all had guns slung over their backs, and when they saw the two cars, they were even more smiling.

  "Commander, sir! You've finally returned!" The lead man shouted towards Muhammad, who was indeed Khawaja.

  After receiving a positive response from the Americans, Muhammad sent Khwaja with men from the northern mountains of Jalalabad towards the border, where they met.

  "Hurry up and move all these weapons away, once daylight breaks, Soviet planes will come to scout," Muhammad said, now that they had entered Afghanistan's territory, the Soviets were always on high alert in this border area with Pakistan.

  The Pakistani soldiers on the vehicle helped to unload the weapons and placed them on the racks on both sides of the donkey. The donkeys carried heavy ammunition, raised their heads and brayed twice.

  "James, thank you on behalf of our government." Muhammad said: "We will let the Soviets know our strength!"

  "Subedar Muhammad, you don't have to bid me farewell so early," James said. "I will be going into Afghanistan with you."

  It's already kind of him to deliver the goods here, but now this American wants to follow him to Afghanistan? Especially since Muhammad beat him up when they first met, who knows if he'll take advantage of the opportunity to get revenge?

  "Mr. James, Afghanistan is very dangerous," Muhammad said.

  "This is a damn mission," James said: "Lieutenant Mohamad, I see this... no, this woman in front of me, and I feel nauseous. But the President has personally ordered me to help you master the operation of those weapons. I have to go with you to Afghanistan and teach you how to use them before I can leave. This is a crappy mission!"

  James repeatedly used several FUCKs to express his dissatisfaction, and it seemed like he was also warning Muhammad to behave, or else he wouldn't teach him how to use it.

  Toxin-tipped missiles, recently equipped to the US, few people knew how to use them. James had received training on this missile domestically and was therefore sent to follow Muhhamad.

  James had the capital, but he didn't dare to say anything bad about Aisha again. Just as this word was not fully spoken, the blue veins on Muhammad's arm bulged, and at any moment he would come up and tear his mouth apart. So, he forcibly swallowed this word back into his belly.

  If it were in modern times, only a few people would use these weapons, but for Muhammad from the future, this was too easy.

  Is it that Muhammad is still unable to reveal himself, and if he shows his extraordinary skills at this time, will the Americans be wary of whether their secrets have been leaked?

  "James, remember my advice, I will protect your safety in Afghanistan," Muhammad said.

  This is also a threat from Muhammad, the guy was even sent to Afghanistan, where he could be killed at any time, his safety depends on how well Muhammad protects him.

  Aisha stood quietly, weak and harmless like a little white rabbit, when Muhammad looked at her, she shook her head, her eyes seemed to say, don't conflict with this American, he is beneficial to the guerrilla!

  The car's luggage was all loaded onto mules, and everyone was on foot, with the rugged mountain road ahead waiting for their trek.