Chapter 48: Captured

  The Soviets arrived so quickly! When Muhammad saw the Soviet soldiers rushing over from another alley, Muhammad knew that it was too difficult to get out of this alive.

  We must get rid of these Soviets!

  Muhammad didn't even think about it, pulled the trigger, and the two Soviets running in front suddenly fell down with a miserable cry.

  "Rat-a-tat." Muhammad fired two more shots and retreated in another direction. As the few guerrilla fighters at the front turned around, they saw Muhammad's firm gesture commanding them to continue retreating according to plan.

  "Rat-a-tat." The other side followed, chasing after him. They only saw Muhammad's back as they fired their bullets, but he had already slipped into another alleyway.

  "Get them!" they shouted, rushing after them. The bar was almost entirely Soviet, and when the rocket attack had been discovered, they had immediately mobilized, just in time to catch some fleeing armed men - obviously Afghan guerrillas!

  It's not possible to strangle the guerrillas in the mountains, but here they are being attacked by Afghan guerrillas! If even big cities are no longer safe, what confidence can the Soviets have in staying on?

  They rushed forward with swift steps, chasing after something in front of them.

  The opponent was from the alley in front and turned around to chase after Soviet soldiers, running quickly past and then turning into the alley entrance.

  A "ding" sound came from underfoot, and the Soviet soldier looked down in surprise to see a hand grenade rolling towards him.

  "Danger, take cover!" The Soviet soldier shouted, about to dive to one side.

  "Boom!" The grenade's delay time was very short, and it exploded almost immediately. The nearest Soviet soldiers let out a blood-curdling scream as they fell to the ground, staring at parts of their own bodies that had been blown off.

  Muhammad continued to run forward after throwing the grenade, and the terrain here was very unfavorable for the pursuers. As long as they ran through a few alleys, they could completely shake them off.

  Muhammad turned another corner and ran a few steps forward before suddenly stopping.

  It's a dead end ahead!

  The footsteps behind were getting closer and closer, Muhammad had no time to lose, he retreated a few steps back, then quickly ran towards the wall, just as he was about to collide with the wall, his right foot kicked against the wall, his body followed by a jump, his hand reached the top of the wall, and with another push, his body easily flipped over the wall, and his two legs landed lightly on the ground.

  "Second Lieutenant Muhammad, nice to see you." a voice said in his ear.

  Muhammad slowly turned his head and saw a tall, fiery woman standing beside him, holding a handgun with the muzzle pointing at Muhammad's head.

  High nose bridge, every part of the facial features looks so delicate, like a waterfall-like hair hanging down, setting off the face even more charming.

  "Aisha," Muhammad said. "I'm glad to see you too, last time you got lost in the mountains, I looked for several days and couldn't find you, I thought you were dead, every day during this period, my dreams are all your shadow, put away your gun, the Soviets will arrive soon."

  Muhammad naturally stretched out his hand and went to grab Aisha's gun, the speed was so fast that it made Aisha unable to react.

  This KGB spy! Last time, he annihilated a small team of Soviet people and shot down two helicopters. The results were already good, but Muhamed still had regrets, that is, letting this woman get away.

  Now that they've met again, Muhammad must get rid of this woman. The words just now were only to numb the opponent, while Muhammad spoke, he made preparations for a counterattack.

  "Bang." Just then, suddenly, a voice entered Muhammad's ear, and following that, his arm shook violently, and blood flowed out from his arm instantly.

  Three o'clock direction, sniper! Muhammad knew he couldn't escape anyway.

  A group of Soviet soldiers surrounded the place, Muhammad was tied up and taken away in a car.

  I never thought that I would have such a day. Muhammad couldn't help but bitterly smile in his heart, sacrificing his life for righteousness, killing himself to become a benevolent person, and then generously surrendering?

  Muhammad didn't plan on doing that.

  "Speak, reveal everything you know, otherwise I have many ways to deal with you!" In a dimly lit interrogation room, Muhammad was tied to an iron chair, his hands and feet were chained, absolutely impossible to escape.

  Moreover, Muhhamad could feel two electrodes under his buttocks. Whenever the other side pressed a button, his body would convulse continuously due to electric shocks.

  Aisha sat in front, with a smile on her face, she seemed very interested in this game.

  "I am a Pakistani," Muhammad said. "I joined the Afghan guerrillas and now command an excellent guerrilla band of more than fifty men."

  Originally, Aisha had her hand on the button for the electric chair, but Muhammad answered so briefly.

  After thinking again, Aisha knew that what Muhammad had entrusted to her was actually something she already knew. Anyway, he couldn't deny it, so she simply acknowledged it.

  At this thought, Aysha's face suddenly turned even angrier: "Muhammad, that's not what I'm asking!"

  "What's that? Is there a black mole on your butt?" Muhammad said: "Or are your left and right breasts asymmetrical? Actually, I like asymmetry, it's more beautiful."

  "Muhammad!" Aisha walked up to Muhammad's side, one hand pinching deeply into the wounded arm of Muhammad, and fresh blood gushed out instantly.

  Muhammad's face turned pale, but he still joked: "Aisha, use a bit more force, it feels better that way."

  "I'll stab you a few more times, and you'll feel even better!" Aisha was finally enraged, she suddenly pulled out a three-edged dagger and was about to stab Muhamed's arm.

  "Eva, you'll be the death of him." Just then, another interrogating Soviet officer spoke up, a young, cold-blooded male officer.

  As Soviet swallows, their bodies were their best weapons. Having undergone training from a young age, they had long lost any sense of shame. However, when there were other men around, this would make them feel a kind of anger.

  The criminal was very cooperative, at least we should listen to what the criminal has to say first. Those three-edged awls were not for interrogation, but for killing people. Once stabbed, it would be difficult to rescue them.

  Aisha threw the three-pronged fork aside and sat back in her chair.

  "Tell me, what else do you know," said the Soviet officer.

  "Exercise Zapad-81, to be held in three days' time, will be the largest military exercise ever conducted by the Soviet Union, involving Kiev-class aircraft carriers and RSD-10 medium-range ballistic missiles. This exercise is not only intended to demonstrate Soviet military power to the West but also to intimidate Poland. The Soviets will conduct an amphibious landing exercise near Gdansk, and this exercise could at any moment turn into a real intervention against Polish sovereignty. Codename: Babr."

  The secrets of the guerrilla troops can no longer be divulged, what was just said about the secrets of the guerrilla troops were already known, and now Mkhmud bluntly brought up the military exercises within the Soviet Union.

  The crimes committed by Emuhammad, shot and killed dozens of times, hundreds of Soviets died at the hands of Muhammad, just the recent rocket attack, nearly a hundred Soviets in the bar were all killed.

  Muhammad wants to survive, he has to think of other ways, such as now, temporarily holding off the Soviets.

  So Muhamed revealed this secret.

  It was no secret at all in later generations. When the Soviet Union collapsed, many inside stories were made public, including this military exercise.

  The Soviet model of collective economy had a very negative impact on productivity, and the Soviet Union was also focused on developing heavy industry, leading to a continuous decline in people's living standards. As one of the allied republics, Poland was the most outspoken country against it, with several bloody clashes erupting. Last year, Poland experienced a nationwide strike, and this year, Poland has declared a state of war.

  The turmoil in Poland made the Soviet big brother very dissatisfied, and Moscow was well-prepared. This military exercise was already known to NATO, but the military plan codenamed "Babasha" aimed at invading Poland was extremely confidential.

  Now, it was casually said out of Muhammad's mouth. The Soviet officer opposite him was obviously shocked and stood up to ask: "How did you know?"

  He only knew there was a plan, but didn't know the name of the plan was Barbara, nor did he know the inside story. However, his intuition told him that this Pakistani man in front of him obviously knew more.

  "The CIA has planted a spy in Moscow." Muhamed said: "The Americans have known about this plan for a long time, and this time I was with the Americans again, so I knew too."

  Muhammad and James are together, Eve also knows about it. Muhammad speaks with confidence and ease.

  "What else do you know?"

  "Many, many," Muhammad said: "Just let me live and I will tell you slowly."

  "First take him away." The Soviet officer said, this matter is important, he needs to report to his superiors, only then will he know if the Pakistani man has fooled himself.

  Muhammad glanced at Eve with a sneer, and as he was being taken away, he said to her as he passed by: "Do you know why I didn't go for you? You're just a public toilet."

  Ava's eyes widened instantly, clenching her fists tightly, really wanting to shoot Muhammad dead on the spot.

  Muhammad was laughing loudly as he was led back to his cell by two Soviet soldiers.

  The Afghan prison was overcrowded. When Muhammad was pushed into the cell, he saw that there was still one person sitting inside. Suddenly, Muhammad was stunned.