Chapter Fifty-two: Financial Support

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  At the sound of the knock on the door, Muhammad's heart suddenly tightened.

  Osama gently picked up the AK-74 rifle, opened a small hole in the window and stretched out the gun. Muhammad stopped his operation, skillfully blew out the lights, and grasped the bayonet in his hand.

  "Bang! Bang!" The door was knocked even louder.

  "Go open the door." Muhammad said to Dana.

  It's so late, everywhere is quiet, only here has a knocking sound, very strange. At the same time, can't let this knocking sound last too long, otherwise, it will attract the attention of the Soviet people, that would be troublesome.

  "Who is it?" Dana called out as she made her way to the door.

  "Stinky woman, open the door quickly!" A voice came from outside the door.

  At the sound of this voice, Dana suddenly creaked open the door.

  Outside, a man dressed in an Afghan government soldier's uniform stood before her.

  "How did you get back?" Dana asked: "Didn't you say you were transferred outside?"

  "The old man was supposed to leave, but he hadn't left yet, just in time for the city-wide search," said the man, who was Dana's husband, Saha.

  Mohammed was also shocked by what he heard outside. Wasn't Sahar killed by himself? How did she come back to life again?

  For a moment, he wondered if this was Dana's plot, Dana pulling him in and then Dana's husband would come in.

  Mohammad soon dropped this idea, for if Dana had been plotting something, she wouldn't have sent the guerrillas information at that time.

  "Have you eaten?" Dana said: "I'll cook for you."

  "No, I have some," Sakha said, waving the canned goods in his hand: "Soviet stuff, tastes pretty good. I'll give you two cans."

  After taking over these two cans of food, Dana had an inexplicable feeling in her heart.

  "Tonight, we're going to catch two culprits. These two are very fierce, so keep an eye on the house and don't let anyone in." Sakha put down the can and headed outside.

  Just as I reached the door, I saw several Soviet soldiers walking towards me with their guns at the ready.

  "Sahar, what are you doing here?" the leading Soviet soldier asked, apparently recognizing him.

  "I'll search here," Sasha said. "I'm most familiar with this place, I'll lead you in the search."

  After finishing speaking, Saha made a gesture to Dana, and Dana quietly closed the door behind her. Soon after, sounds of movement came from next door.

  Dana wiped away the beads of sweat on her forehead, she had just been extremely nervous.

  Back in the room, the lights inside had been relit. She saw Muhammad intently picking at his guitar strings, not suspecting her one bit.

  "Pop." Finally, a bullet was picked out by Muhammad from inside, because the tool was not powerful enough, Muhammad had to cut open the wound and got it out.

  Fresh blood continued to flow out, Muhammad furrowed his brow and stretched out his hand to Osama.

  Osama handed a bullet with the head removed to Muhammad, and Muhammad gritted his teeth and poured the propellant into the wound on his arm.

  Then, Muhammad gritted his teeth, even when he was loading the bullets just now, it wasn't as serious as this. He watched as the propellant poured out, then picked up a match from the lamp and lit it, before placing it on the propellant.

  "Hiss." Instantly, the propellant was ignited, emitting a dazzling flame. As the firelight danced, Muhammad felt his wound being seared, and a smell of burning flesh wafted out. In that moment, he was torn between ecstasy and agony.

  This is the first drop of blood in the lens, actually, using this propellant to disinfect and burn, is not scientific, after all, the propellant burns out, there are still residues, however, this propellant can be burned to harden the wound on the arm, can achieve good hemostatic effect.

  If he continued to use the bandage, fresh blood would continue to seep out, and thinking of those two military dogs, Muhammad knew that he had to recover as soon as possible, and could only do so in such a savage and violent way.

  This feeling made Muhammad absolutely not want to try it a second time, at the moment when he just ignited, he almost fainted, and now his whole body is also extremely weak.

  He looked at Dana, who was full of concern in her eyes.

  "Dana, thanks to your quick thinking," Muhammad said.

  "Sir, I originally wanted to find Hadim to report, but these days, I haven't been able to find him." Dana said: "Five days ago, Saha came back again, saying that he had narrowly escaped death. His superior gave him a new position, still as a company commander."

  Muhammad nodded: "Dana, you did the right thing. Continue to follow Sahar's side. Our guerrilla needs your intelligence, our Afghanistan needs such a heroic woman who sacrifices small family for big one!"

  "Commander, Dana is no hero, you are the real hero. Dana only regrets marrying a traitor," Dana said.

  "Ms. Dana." Just then, Osama spoke up: "You're having a bit of a hard time here, it's not convenient for you to get more information, many times, with money you can have everything. From now on, I will regularly provide you with funds, making it convenient for you to do things for Mr. Muhammad."

  "No, Dana doesn't need the money," Dana said. This broken-down house was rented by Sakha, and after Sakha's death, the landlord came to collect rent several times until Sakha reappeared, and Dana finally stabilized again.

  She knew the importance of money, but directly accepting it made her still feel repulsed.

  "This money is not for you, it's for our cause, the cause of driving out the Soviets." Osama's words were filled with confidence and magnanimity.

  "Osama, thank you, our guerrilla force has never had extra money to spare, I've long wanted to establish a stable intelligence agency in Jalalabad," Mohammad said.

  Muhammad's words showed his attitude, and Dana could only nod in agreement.

  Muhammad didn't have to refuse, he knew Osama quite well, for the cause, he was willing to pay any price, and he was originally a Saudi millionaire with plenty of funds, while the current guerrilla force indeed needed funds to improve their situation.

  The search outside was still going on, and Muhammad knew that the danger had only temporarily passed. Staying here any longer was not safe, as Sahar could return at any moment, and if he found Muhammad and Osama together, it would be an opportunity for him to gain merit.

  So, before dawn broke, Muhammad and Osama left Dana's residence.

  After treating his wound, Muhammad felt the vitality return to his body. Although he had lost a lot of blood, as long as he still had breath in him, he would continue to fight bravely!

  Now, after several hours of searching by the Soviets, just as vigilance was beginning to wane and dawn was approaching, a time when people are most prone to drowsiness.

  Looking around at the low houses, Muhammad suddenly had an idea. He jumped up from the ground with force, grabbed the eaves of a house with both hands and climbed onto the roof.

  The houses here are all connected, as long as you climb up from here, you can walk around on the rooftops. Moreover, the attention of those searching people is completely focused on the courtyard, and they are slack in guarding against the rooftop. So, Muhammad and Osama easily arrived at the edge of Jalalabad, although there were guards at the intersection, they could slip out of the city by drilling into the tunnel.

  The east gradually turns white.

  Muhammad lay on the roof of the house, looking down at a group of Soviet soldiers who were coming from the other side of the street, patrolling along the street.

  If they had arrived two minutes earlier, the two of them could have crossed this street and entered an abandoned house where there was a tunnel entrance leading to outside the city.

  Now the two of them didn't dare move on the rooftop, waiting for the soldiers to pass by before they dared to act again.

  Muhammad held his breath, he felt his heart beating a little faster. This group of Soviet soldiers wasn't just ordinary soldiers - in front of them was a Caucasian Shepherd Dog on a leash!

  If it's still the one from last night, then we're in trouble. Although I've only left a faint scent behind, and my wound has stopped bleeding, my body still carries the smell. A top-notch military dog can sniff it out completely. Last time, I managed to deceive the dog with a cat, but this time, it won't be so easy.

  As expected, the military dog was originally walking normally on the street, suddenly stopped, facing the rooftop where Muhammad and Osama were, and barked twice: "Woof, woof."

  The Soviet soldier holding the military dog suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he let go of the dog's rope. The dog immediately ran towards a house on one side of the street.

  "Attention, ambush!" the Soviet squad leader shouted, remembering the possible encounter with the enemy, his heart began to beat faster, searching all night, finally about to find him!

  A grown Caucasian Shepherd Dog, standing up and almost as tall as an adult, at this moment, the dog's hind legs kicked out, its sturdy and powerful leg muscles exerted force, and the whole dog flew towards the roof.

  The culprit is hiding on the rooftop! The Soviet soldiers reacted instantly, they didn't have a military dog's agility, nor could they directly jump up to catch the culprit. They immediately aimed their AK-74s at the opposite rooftop and began rapidly searching for cover.

  The Caucasian Shepherd dog opened its huge mouth and pounced on Muhammad and Osama, who were crouching on the roof. Its sharp teeth would bite into Muhammad's throat in the next moment.

  Muhammad sensed the wind, had just deliberately hidden his breath, but was still discovered by this beast. He didn't have time to fire a shot, Muhammad drew out his bayonet and stabbed it into the Caspian Shepherd's maw.

  That wide open mouth instantly bit down on Muhammad's hand, and with just a little more force, it could have bitten his hand off completely.