Chapter Fifty-One: The Iron Man

  The Caucasian Shepherd Dog is a breed of dog that originated in the Siberian region of the Soviet Union. It is cold-resistant, hungry-resistant and looks like an ordinary native dog, but when it becomes fierce, no other dog can compare to it. It is even bigger than the Tibetan Mastiff, and if placed together with the Tibetan Mastiff, it can kill a full-grown Tibetan Mastiff in just over ten seconds.

  The Soviet military dogs have a long history. In World War II, the Soviet Union relied on military dogs to destroy large numbers of German tanks.

  Now, these two military dogs, from Siberia to Afghanistan, are still very ferocious, with limbs thicker than human thighs. Under the short hair on their heads, fierce eyes are exposed, and their noses sniff from time to time. At this moment, they are in the first stage of searching for prey, relying on the smell they have caught to search for similar smells that may appear nearby.

  Finally, they arrived at a well in front of the street corner, and the Caucasian Shepherd dog started barking wildly.

  Soviet soldiers jumped down from the vehicle, surrounded the well and shone the beam of their military flashlight into the well. They saw blood inside and a Soviet military cap floating on the surface.

  The body had sunk to the bottom of the water, and after several days, it would have been bloated and floated back up. Now, only the hat was floating on the surface, and they knew that this guy was in trouble.

  "Go!" Kuruni Aiva's face was serious, just as the Soviet squad leader drilled in, she thought of something, that cunning Muhamed, too sinister, this squad leader slightly let his guard down and was taken out.

  Two Caucasian Shepherd dogs ran forward in pursuit, it was a small alley, so everyone gave up their vehicles and followed the dogs to chase after.

  Jalalabad is an important city in Afghanistan, where high-rise buildings are almost non-existent and most of the architecture is very old. The alleys have not been planned out and some places can only allow two people to pass through side by side.

  Although such a blind pursuit would likely result in being ambushed and suffering losses, Kurniawan couldn't care less about that now. Even if all the pursuers died, once the battle started, there would be follow-up troops arriving to capture Muhammad again.

  He can't escape, absolutely can't escape!

  In front of a large tree, two Caucasian Shepherd dogs stopped and barked incessantly.

  Looking at the military dog, Kur Niva knew that there was a gain. She raised her head and looked at this lush big tree. Muhammad wanted to hide in the tree, maybe he could escape from his own search, but he absolutely couldn't escape the noses of these two military dogs.

  "Surround this place!" Kuruni Eva shouted, all the soldiers surrounded the place, every one of them holding guns and aiming at the treetops.

  "Mahmud, I know you're up there," Kurbanova shouted. "If you come down now, I can guarantee your safety; if you stay up there, you'll be shot."

  There was no movement on the tree, only the wind blowing through the treetops, making a rustling sound.

  "Now I'm counting to three." Kurumi shouted: "One, two, three!"

  She shouted very slowly, but even after shouting three times, there was still no movement on the tree.

  Kurniawan grabbed an AK-74 from a Soviet soldier beside him and fired at the tree.

  "Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat..." With the sound of gunfire, leaves were constantly being knocked down.

  "Meow, meow." Just then, suddenly, a large calico cat jumped out from the tree, surrounded by so many people outside, it was extremely frightened, originally planning to hide in the tree without moving, but the sound of gunfire scared the calico cat, and it could only jump down from the tree abruptly.

  On one of the cat's front legs, a bloody rag was tied.

  As the calico cat jumped down from the tree, trying to escape, two Caucasian Shepherd dogs immediately kicked their hind legs and pounced on it. They opened their sharp mouths wide and one of them bit the cat's neck in mid-air. The cat let out a miserable cry as blood splattered everywhere.

  One bite killed the cat, and the Caucasian Shepherd Dog fell back to the ground, spat out the dead cat and threw it on the ground, wagging its tail at the trainer.

  This military dog thought it had completed its mission, found the target and hadn't let it escape, the smell was so clear, absolutely no mistake.

  Looking at the corpse of Hua Mao, looking at the bloody rag on its front leg, Kuruni Awa's face was full of anger.

  Got cheated! That Muhammad, he untied the bandage from his injured arm and tied it to this calico cat's front leg. As a result, everyone was fooled by this calico cat and worked hard for nothing all night.

  By this time, Muhammad had long since vanished into thin air. The area was full of civilian houses and local residents who already had a bad impression of the Soviet occupiers. Now, as soon as Muhammad hid, it would be very difficult to find him.

  "Seal off all roads and search house by house!" Kuruniawa said: "Monitor all hospitals!"

  Muhammad was injured, the bullet is still in his arm and has not been removed yet. Soon the wound will become inflamed, if he doesn't want to die, then the bullet must be removed and anti-inflammatory drugs used at the same time.

  Kulneva gazed up at the inky black sky, her face twisted with rage. For the first time since she'd started doing intelligence work, she'd been thoroughly outmaneuvered by her target, and she was furious.

  Darkness enveloped the earth, and in the alleys of Jalalabad, Muhammad and Osama walked swiftly.

  Mohammed rebandaged the wound on his arm, and was about to throw away the bloody rag when he spotted a large calico cat lounging in the sun. In a flash, Mohammed grabbed the cat and tied the rag around its front leg.

  With this small trick, Muhammad temporarily shook off the pursuers behind him, but more and more people were searching around, Soviet soldiers, Afghan government troops, Jalalabad police, all were mobilized.

  When I ran into this alley, all roads were blocked and as soon as I went out, I would be discovered at any time.

  The big cities were always firmly under Soviet control, and Mohammad knew that running into Jalalabad was a bit rash.

  But if I had another chance to choose, I would still do it! An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!

  What should I do now?

  Osama made a gesture to Muhamed, indicating that Muhamed should hide in the courtyard next door.

  Muhammad shook his head. In this situation, the two of them would be found out at any time. If they hid in the yard, it would implicate the whole family.

  "Creak." Just then, the door of a small courtyard next to them suddenly opened, and a woman with her face covered said to the two of them, "Quickly come in!"

  The voice was so familiar that Muhammad was stunned for a moment.

  Dana?

  Before opening the door, Dana did not know it was Muhammad, but only heard that the Soviets were searching outside and found two black shadows approaching, speaking in a familiar Pashto language. She gritted her teeth and decided to save these two people.

  But when she opened the door, it turned out to be Muhammad, and her heart suddenly filled with joy.

  The sound of patrolling soldiers' footsteps had already come from outside, and Muhammad could only go in.

  This is an ordinary small courtyard, with walls and houses all made of earth, worn out and ancient.

  Muhammad just sent Dana to Sahar's side, following Sahar in order to get some intelligence. After executing the traitor Sahar last time, Muhammad did not give Dana more tasks and didn't have time to take care of Dana before going to Peshawar.

  So Muhamed also just now found out that Dana was living here and at this critical moment, Dana saved herself.

  The footsteps outside have faded away, now the Soviet soldiers are searching the streets, but they haven't searched house by house yet.

  Muhammad entered the room and said to Dana: "Dana, turn on the light."

  After finishing speaking, Muhammad made a gesture to Osama, and Osama skillfully took the quilt from the kang and blocked the small window tightly.

  Now, there is a search going on outside, and at this time, it was discovered that the house had its lights on, which is very dangerous.

  However, Muhammad had no choice. The longer the bullet stayed in his arm, the more dangerous it was for him, and he might lose the use of this arm.

  Surgery must be performed immediately!

  Muhammad drew out the dagger and placed it on the lamp, carefully burning off the outer flame. The outside of the dagger had a layer of oil to prevent rust, but using this dagger to stab the enemy would also cause the enemy's wound to be difficult to heal for a long time. Now, Muhammad could only use this most primitive method to disinfect the dagger and burn off the oil on the outside.

  At this time, Dana just found out that Muhammad was injured, and the blood had already seeped out of the bandage on his arm.

  Without Muhammad saying anything, Dana had already pulled out a bottle of wine from under the table. It was locally brewed and very strong.

  Muhammad undid the cloth strip on his arm with one hand and spat a mouthful of wine upwards.

  Suddenly, a severe and stimulating pain transmitted into his brain, he didn't even blink, staring at the wound that had already begun to fester. He could only use a dagger to cut out the festering parts around the wound first.

  Sweat dripped from his forehead, Muhammad was intently cutting away the rotten flesh that had become pus-filled, his arm tightly wrapped and veins bulging.

  Dana was stunned, Osama was stunned, and at this moment, Muhammad was a real iron man! No anesthesia, no doctor, Muhammad was actually performing surgery on himself!

  At this time, Muhammad had no choice but to let Osama, the child who was not strong-willed at that time, and Dana, Dana would probably faint from the blood, it could only be himself.

  "Knock, knock." Just then, a sudden knocking sound came from outside.